𝑈𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 || 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

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Sammie's POV

Day after day a soldier is brought in the room. And day after day they are mutilated killed right before my eyes. No matter how much I try to close my eyes and tune out the screams, I know they will forever haunt me. Each day got worse and worse for every soldier. Their fingers would be cut off, their teeth would be pulled out, their legs sawed off, eyes plunged out, tongue cut off... I don't know how much more I can take.
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I sit in a small blank square room on the floor staring at the window that is barred up. Glancing at the metal door with a small square barred up window, I sigh. I lost track of how many days I've been here. I've lost track of how many soldiers have been killed. And it's all because of me.

All I have to do is tell Schmidt how to make a serum, but if I do the world as we know it will end in an instant.

I look down at my broken ankle that is in a homemade wood splint and then at the mattress on the floor. When I first was taken to this room, the mattress was on a wood platform but I broke it into pieces and used some of the sheets to make a splint. My ankle is all swollen, broken, and badly bruised. It no longer hurts... just feels numb like my emotions.

No longer do I scream and cry when the soldiers are tortured. I just sit with a blank face trying to muffle out the screams of pain. After the doors close, only once is there a single tear that falls from my eyes and I apologise for what I have done then I take their dog tag. This is my routine.

Getting up off the floor, I limp over to my pillow case and dump out all the contents inside. My hands lies over the many dog tags from all the men I've killed.

I'm sorry Flint.

I'm sorry Hunt.

I'm sorry Palmer.

I'm sorry Yelnet.

I'm sorry Frazier.

I'm sorry Quinn.

I'm sorry Wyatt.

I'm sorry O'Malley.

I'm sorry Williams.

I'm sorry Jacobs.

I'm sorry Daniels.

I'm sorry Turner.

I'm sorry Jacobson.

I'm sorry Lewis.

I'm sorry Tucker.

I'm so sorry.
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I jump from sleep as the door to my prison slams open. Blinking my eyes a few times, I notice the Hydra soldiers walking into the room. They pick me up and drag me back to the lab room and again just like everyday I am strapped to the metal chair infront of the gurney.

Staring at my shoes, I frown wondering if this will ever end. I've been praying but it seems like nothing is happening.

The door slams open as Schmidt stomps into the room. He walks over to my chair and pulls his hand away and then back hands me.

SMACK!

I groan in pain as I grind my teeth together.

"Stupid girl. Give me the data for the serum! Either way you will die... just know."

"Go fuck yourself twinkle toes."

Schmidt frowns angrily as I chuckle to myself. Storming away he leaves the room. After a few minutes, he comes back gripping a soldier's hair making them walk into the room. Immediately recognizing the soldier, I frown and pull on the straps.

Shit.

Schmidt slams the person onto the gurney then straps him down. He glances at me once then heads over to the equipment table and grabs a knife. Taking the knife, he slides the sharp end across the soldiers chest.

The soldier groans in pain but nothing else. Schmidt frowns from the lack of reaction from me and the soldier then holds the knife up in the air making the silver gleam in the light. He plunges it down quickly but stops as my mouth opens to say, "No!!"

Glancing at me for a moment, as if he was dreaming, a creepy evil smile takes place on his face, "What was that Doctor Todd?"

"I said no..."

He takes the knife and plunges it into the soldier's hand. I scream as the soldier yells in pain and surprise.

"Stop it!! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything you need to know!! Just stop!! Please don't hurt Bucky."

Schmidt smiles then unstraps Bucky from the table. He pulls Bucky to walk over to me and then makes him kneel.

"I'm sorry what was that Todd?"

"I said I'll tell you the formula. Just please stop."

Bucky shakes his head as he looks at the defeated Sammie, "Don't do it Sammie."

"Shut up!" Schmidt hits Bucky upside the head with the butt of the gun making him pass out.

"Smart choice Todd. I should've chosen this soldier first." Schmidt laughs as he lifts his gun to my head.

"Now speak..."

As I open my mouth to tell him, alarms blare all throughout the building. He looks up in confusion then glares at me, "Take care of these two while I see what is happening."

He leaves the room and one soldier picks up Bucky then straps him back to the gurney. Another soldier unstraps me from the chair. I punch him in the face then turn to move, but am hit on the back of the head making darkness fill all around me.