Useful (Avengers/Supernatural Crossover Fanfiction)

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My torturer never left.

Whenever I passed out, I would wake up with him somewhere in the room, ready to start again.

He'd tried drowning my cat form until the week was over and I'd changed back to my human form.

Now, I was being dragged to Roman's office. 'At least my torturer had the decency to put a pair of pants on me...' I thought as he tossed me into the room.

"So, kid, you changed your mind yet? Because we will get that tablet whether you tell us or not. Come on, save yourself some pain, tell me where it is,".

I looked up at him from my place on the floor, spitting on him this time, "I will never tell you! I will not betray them!" I told him sternly as I pulled at the binds on my wrists.

"You can have him back, I want to see him in two weeks. Alive,".

I was dragged out kicking and screaming.
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Four days later, I wasn't sure if I would be able to escape even if I had the opportunity.

My legs were severely burned, so were my arms, my back was full of the marks of a whip, and my face and torso were covered in bruises.

My tormentor decided to try something new though.

I was on my knees with my legs tied together, my wrists were tied to my ankles and my forearms were tied to my calves behind my back.

My neck was forced downward, so I was looking at the floor, the ropes agitated all of my wounds.

I was sure most of them were infected.

I screamed as hot water was poured over my body.