Weapons | Bucky Barnes x OC

7. TORTURE

Warning: pain, blood, tortures,
shooting, slitting throat, throwing up (sorry, our main character is pretty sensitive), involuntary surgery, food deprivation as punishment.

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When Anya opened her blurred eyes, all she could see was darkness. An unpleasant shiver covered her skin and her heart rate increased with every second. Suddenly an enormous feeling of exhaustion collapsed on her. She felt like she had been under the rubble of a demolished building for hours, scratch it, days. However, it wasn't a peaceful sleep, it was a forced sleep since she didn't feel relaxed at all.

"Наконец-то вы решили проснуться. (Finally, you decided to wake up.)" A painfully familiar male voice echoed around the room.

"Where am I?" she murmured without strength with low eyelids.

Someone turned on the light.
"Where do you think you are?" Karpov said emotionlessly, but there was a hint of danger in his tone.

The girl frowned in sharp pain. The scar from a c section sat on her lower abdomen, aching and burning in the cold of the room. As Anya tried to lift herself up on her elbows for a closer look, she felt she was tightly tied with no chance to break free.

Anya began to squirm and wriggle, causing herself pain as she tried to free her wrists and ankles from tight, cold, metal handcuffs. Two tight leather straps crossed her torso like seat belts.

"W-what have you done to me..?" she said softly. A terrible feeling of death and emptiness filled his chest.

"It was necessary, a small price to pay. If we want you to become Hydra's right hand man, you'll have to work hard." a smile appeared on the man's face. A smile that expressed the pleasure he felt in inflicting pain on others. The thing was, Anya didn't want to be a part of it.
Anya's lips were cold and dry, and they remained pressed together for a long time from the pain she felt.

"Where is he?" tears threatened to escape from her eyes.

"Where he deserves to be. He was punished, and soon you will be punished too." The man let out a low, disturbing, amusement-less laugh. "Now rest, драгоценность. You need to get well soon."

As if all this wasn't a punishment already.

Anya felt deeply betrayed. She didn't know how she would react when she saw him again. She was broken. Her heart, her mind and her body.

Meanwhile -after the operation in the previous days- a refrigerated package left the structure.
The receiver was:

Baron Wolfgang von Strucker
HYDRA Research Base
Sokovia

Colonel Vasily Karpov would have his own super soldier army. One way or another.

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February 1995.

The following months were a complete hell for Anya. Maybe hell itself would have been better.

As she recovered from the operation, a large amount of blood was drawn every day from her. Since the serum had worked well on her and Karpov had received council approval, Hydra was now determined to recreate their serum through her.