"C-C-Cold..."

"I don't care if you're cold," the man's snark was low and angry, although he didn't seem angry as he pulled yet another strap down around her.

Victoire clenched her teeth together as the strap his her arm. It made her writhe, how the old leather was colder than the room, "Cold."

"I can't warm it up for you, sweetheart," he lifted a hand to her face and she flinched back out of habit. She hadn't been hit since earlier that same morning, "Or can I..."

A part of her knew what was coming and simply waited for the pain to come, but a slightly larger section of her wished to lash out against him and that's what she did. Her leg came up and hit the pale man in the knee.

He doubled over, "You bitch."

"Keep away from me," Vic grit out, not knowing what exactly had gotten into her. She winced when he jumped back up with his hand raised.

But still, no physical harm came to her by his hand. His dark outfit was a great contrast to the bank deposite boxes behind him but that's not what Victoire was focusing on. Her eyes followed the black mouthguard that was being raised to her mouth, and like the boxer she was trained to be she allowed it to be placed over her top row of teeth.

Her chair was leaned back and the strange device lowered over her head for the third time that day. It gripped onto her head like a vice, and following suite with an iron tight grip were the arm clamps on her biceps. Victoire's fingers wrapped around and armrests, her right hand digging cracking the metal, warping it.

There was no warning, no gentle buzzing or time for the machine to warm up. The man with the wounded knee flipped a switch and instant pain washed through Victoire's head like a wave. She grit her teeth, grinding them together and almost tearing through the rubber mouthguard. Somehow she kept from screaming out, but it didn't help stop the pain.

Victoire squirmed, attempting to avoid the hot electricity edding through her skull, but to no avail. She had to endure it, live it, feel it ripping away her memories one by one until finally it stopped.

There was a blurry figure coming to stand next to the pale one, but the newcomer was not any less pale. His hair was more sandy coloured, though, and he bent to eye level, a few stray strands of hair falling in front of his pitch black eyes. His hand shot up, grabbing Victoire roughly by the chin the moment the headgear was raised off her. Her vision cleared, but that didn't make the man any less unattractive, "You will go to the Avengers Tower and bring us back The Asset."

Victoire spit the mouthguard into the first guy's outstretched hand and nodded wordlessly.

A/N: If anyone's following this 'Bored' series, Victoire and 'Elizabeth' are the same person. :)