Memory once lost (Jack Ambrose x Reader)

Chapter 2 - Years

(this may be a bit rushed lolol sorry y'all)
Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, prisoner
Words: 2582

Normal talk Thinking /memory written something important prob

Years had passed since that day four to be exact, you had been kept in some sort of cell during all this time. They never let you out anywhere else, to fearful you'd run. Where would you even run to though? You don't remember anyone hell you can't even remember yourself. The group that had taken you known as 'chaos insurgency' had tried to get some sort of answers from you, but you couldn't remember anything. No matter how hard you tried to convince them you didn't know anything..They never believed you. You laid on the cot holding yourself as the storm raged on outside, you could hear it from the tiny, barred window in your cell. You shivered holding yourself having only the warmth of a scratchy blanket and your old worn clothes to help you, you tried your best to remember your life. You just wanted to tell them everything at this point, whatever information they wanted it wasn't worth it if you were treated like this. You could even begin to feel the beginning of a cold..Or at least you hoped it was only a cold. Just as you thought that a raspy cough came from your throat, your body shivered as you moved the blanket to cough into your hands.

You could hear a door open and boots hitting against the floor, someone was coming multiple people. You tried to sit up but your body refused, you felt weak..horrificly weak. You continued to shiver as you heard the door open, even when they told you to get up you sat there against your cot shivering holding the blanket close to you and listening to the chattering of your teeth. You could hardly understand what they were saying, your only focus being trying to get warm. You felt arms around you, all you could focus on was the warmth of their fuzzy gloves as they dragged you out. Their arms under your arms and your legs being dragged behind you, you could only imagine a disgusted kook behind the commanders helmet. A flash of a tanned face filled your vision, fire and smoke around his face as he looked down at you disgusted. as the person dragged you down the hall you took glimpses at the other prisoners. So many of them like you, hiding themselves away from the doors shivering and holding an old scratchy blanket hoping to get some sort of relief. One of the soldiers slammed their foot down at one of the prisoners, eyeing them the soldiers stopped watching their commander harass a prisoner. The prisoner inside the cell was but only a silhouette "whatcha doing prisoner, Don't want yer blanket?" The commander said picking the blanket up from the bars of the door "so many would want this you know." Nothing came from the prisoner as the commander held the scratchy blanket, he looked around at the other prisoners looking at him with desperate pleading eyes. Some of them reaching their hands out to grab the blanket their heads pressed up against the bars, so many of them looked malnourished drained of life. The commander looked at them all before looking at the prisoner and tearing the cheap blanket in half, the sounds made the prisoners around cry out. All of them cried and yelled grabbing at the blanket as the commander didn't say anything "get back to dragging them."
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You had been dragged into the same room you were always dragged in, the 'talking' room. A room designated just for the insurgency to talk to their prisoners, the first time you came here you cried bawled and even begged for them to take your words as truth. They called you a 'Dr. L/n' but you had guessed that was only your last name, a title from a life you no longer remember. Your body felt cold against the metallic seat you had been cuffed to almost like it was some torture method, the coldness felt like knives hell maybe they were knives you couldn't pay attention long enough to take in that detail if it was actually there. The door opened as the same two soldiers who always questioned you walked in. You felt anger towards them, a need to hurt them a want to watch them suffer for the shit they put you through. The woman looked down at you before speaking "Dr. l/n are you finally willing to speak? We gave you that little 'break' hoping it'll..jog your memory" she mocked crossing her arms. She looked down at you with a face that would say 'I'm better than you.' that sneering look a person can get sometimes when they feel they've won some argument. You shook your head "locking me in a cold ass cell won't make me remember anything, i've told you all I know." She grabbed a gun from her side "tick tock L/n. You aren't immortal like your dear little partner, so i suggest you get to remembering fast." You blinked at the mention of a partner "I have a partner?" The woman scoffed "shut it, they're not important to this conversation. Now get to talking" you felt the metal of the gun against your temple, you knew she wouldn't shoot, this has been a repetitive thing since you got here. Just an empty threat.