𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter  Twenty-Eight:
Speak Like One
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"Who do you work for?" Ramona squeezed her eyes shut as the interrogatory man's saliva sprayed across her face. The red and purple bruises forming on her face throbbed in pain with even the slightest movement. 

"Lava Java!" Ramona repeated, setting a harsh glare on the man. "I work for a coffee shop!" 

She winced as another man's fist connected with her stomach. Ramona's vision blurred as pain spread throughout her body.  "I said, who do you work for?"

"Lava Java!" Ramona insisted, looking up at him, her eyes pleading as she struggled against the restraints. "I work for Lava Java!"

"How did you get in?" He repeated, his voice harsh and threatening. He watched her, disgust clear in his eyes. She hated how the two men looked at her like she was the scum of the earth just because she was a woman, and not only a woman, but a woman of color. She hated how they were treating her differently.

"I already told you!" Ramona snarled, showing her bloody teeth off as she glared up at the man. She inhaled sharply, struggling to breathe as blood oozed from her forehead and nose, dripping down her face and staining her shirt. "I fucking told you.."

Ramona winced as the man's hand connected with her cheek, white-hot searing pain spreading throughout her face as he leaned down to be eye-level with her. Her vision blurred as she blinked away the black dots clouding her vision. She narrowed her eyes at the man, attempting to scoot away while he laughed bitterly at her feeble attempts at an escape. He raised his hand, squishing her cheeks between his hand as he glared at her. "You are a lady. Speak like one."

Ramona winced as he roughly pushed her head away. Her breathing was ragged and heavy as she kept her head lowered so that her hair would cover her bloodied face. "You will look at me as I speak to you! You're just a pathetic little girl."

Ramona rose her head to meet his eyes, glaring at him. "Jódete!" 

A dark looked crossed the man's face as he raised his hand. Ramona yelped, her vision darkening as his hand connected with her bruised cheek. Ramona's heart stopped momentarily as wave after wave of pain washed over her body. 

The soldier leaned down so that he was eye level to her, fire in his eyes as he searched her face. "Now.. I ask again, how did you get in?"

"M-My friend's delivery didn't come in!" Ramona hissed, her voice cracking as she prayed to be let out. "So I-I went with him! I went with him to the loading dock! And it-it just.. It turned into an elevator! I just woke up here. In-In this.. this place. But I know no one saw us. Okay? No one knows we're here! No one! So-So you can let us go. Please.. Or at least let him go... And I won't tell anyone. I promise, I won't."

The Russian men shared a look as Ramona inhaled sharply, wincing at the burning sensation spreading from her lungs. She inhaled, her breathing labored after every breath. "And you like coffee, right? Who doesn't? I have coffee! I have a lot of coffee! Free coffee, everyone likes free shit, right?"

"What did I say?" Ramona winced as the soldier roughly grabbed her face and forced her to look at her. "Speak like a lady!"

Ramona inhaled sharply as the man harshly threw her back. "I ask one more time. Understand? One! Who do you work for?"

"I work for Lava Java!" Ramona cried out, frantically shaking her head as she struggled to escape. "No, no, no! Please! No me lastimes de nuevo. No, no!"

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Ramona grunted, slowly peeling her eyes open, one by one. Her body was tied firmly against a chair with no visible way to escape. A grunt left her lips as a throbbing pain hit her seconds after waking. "Steve? Ste... Steve.."

Her voice was hoarse as she struggled to raise her head. When she finally gathered the strength up to do so, she saw that Robin and Steve were tied together in a chair mere feet in front of her, but just out of her reach. Robin looked over at Ramona, a horrified expression coming across her face at the sight of Ramona's battered appearance. 

A black eye was beginning to form on her right eye, one that looked terribly painful, even to this moment. Dried blood coated her face, parts of her hair becoming matted and stuck to her forehead. Blood stained her orange shirt and coated her neck, trickling down from her nose. Bruises littered her whole face. Her lip had clearly been busted, maybe more than once. The girl was barely recognizable under the bruises and blood. She looked defeated, completely and utterly defeated. A look that Robin had never seen on Ramona before, and one she hoped to never see again.

 "What did you do?" Robin asked angrily, tearing her eyes from Ramona and glaring at the guards. 

Ramona winced as Robin's voice pierced through her skull, echoing around her as the throbbing in her head heightened. "Ouch.."

"He-Hey!" Ramona grunted, pulling weakly at the restraints. "Let him go."

The soldier let Steve's head fall as he looked over at her, a cocky smirk playing against his lips at her weak attempt to free herself. Robin leaned her head back to try and look at Steve. "Steve? Steve, can you hear me?"

 "I think your friend need a doctor." The soldier chuckled darkly, "I think she does, too."

Ramona flinched involuntarily as the Russian pointed a harsh finger at her, not tearing his eyes from Robin's. "Good thing! We have the very best."

Ramona hissed as the restraints dug into her golden skin, "¡Déjalo en paz! ¡Déjalo en paz!"

A dark look crossed the man's face as Robin spit on him. "You're going to regret that, сука." 

Ramona grunted, pulling at the restraints harder, her eyes trained on Steve as his body remained slunched over. "Rob, he's... Breathing, right?" 

Ramona struggled to get the words out, her throat drying at the thought of what those sons of bitches could have done to him.

"Bastards!" Robin shouted, "Let us out of here! Bastards! Let us out! Let us out!"

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{ A/n: kind of a shorter one,,, :( }

{ Translations: don't me again fuck you, let him go, let him go, bitch  }

{ Edited: No }