'The blood in my veins started to burn and it felt like lava was running under my skin.
Bucky's P.O.V
I watched as the young woman screamed and struggled in the chair. I knew that pain, I looked away, feeling sorry for her, as we left the viewing room, leaving her to suffer.'

Hope's P.O.V
I woke up with a stiff neck and back, my whole body ached, my throat burned from screaming and my head pounded with thoughts of the foreign liquid that now flowed through my blood stream. I looked around observing my surroundings. I was now in a cell, it was dark and smelt of mold and urine. It had a metal bed with a sorry excuse of a blanket, a filthy sink and an even worse toilet, thank the heavens, there was toilet paper.

I was also lucky enough to still have my old clothes on, which gave me some sense of comfort, that at least no one had touched me. That was the only comfort though. So as I sat in the corner of the cell, my knees curled to my chest and my face buried in them, I cried, and cried, and cried, for hours on end. I cried for the aches in my body. I cried for the unknown, and what might happen to me. I cried, because of all the people in my family, I was the one to brake our Birthday promise. And lastly, I cried because I wanted it all to end, when I knew, for certain, that the horrors had only just began.

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"Change." A gruff voice said as the steel door to my prison was opened and clothes were thrown at me.
At some point in my depressed state, I had fallen into a fitful sleep, for what I presumed was hours, possibly days, it was hard to tell when your cell had no window. But the loss of time was the least of my problems. I pulled the clothing up to view it in the dim lighting of my cell. It consisted of  long, black, loose pants, a loose black shirt and tight slip on-like shoes.
I grimaced as I slipped off my shoes, then socks. I tugged my jeans down and pulled on the thin fabric pants, I then peeled my shirt off and replaced it with the black t-shirt. Is this really what they want me to wear? Something clinked to the floor, I looked down to see my silver ring. I bent down and picked it up, a fresh wave of tears springing to my eyes. I quickly tucked it back into my bra that was now covered with a thin black fabric. I then dropped to my knees and rummaged through the pockets in my jeans wondering if I'd put my phone in them, only to discover the only thing in there was the Lyrics to Bruno Mar's, Just The Way You Are. I subtly shoved it in the pocket of my new pants. I don't know why, but I did. The man proceeded to then take my old clothes before leaving and locking the cell door behind him. I sighed and pulled back out the lyrics. I smoothed out the crinkled paper and smiled slightly at the words.

"Lights out!" A gruff male voice yelled from down the hall. The hall lights and the dim excuse of a light in my cell blinked out, taking away what little visibility I had, had. At least this will help me keep track of time. I thought as I curled up on the steel cot clutching the lyrics in my hands tightly, as I began to sing, very softly, to myself.

"Her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shinin'." I got through a whispered version of the first line before I began to cry again. I cried myself to sleep for the second time that day.

When I awoke again the dull light of my cell was back on and my eyes were puffy and I knew they were red. I heard footsteps coming down the hall and looked down to the paper in my hands. I decided I wanted to stash it somewhere as it had now become an emotional anchor. I noticed a hole in the grit between the brick wall of my cell and quickly squished the paper into the hole before sitting up on my steel cot, facing the door. It opened to reveal two men in black with guns at their sides. I shook at the sight of them.

"Come with us." One of the men said as he boredly motioned to the door of the cell. I quickly stood and followed the men as we walked down the hall lined with cells, most of them empty but a few some I could hear haunting noises come from. I was escorted to the room I had originally woken up in. I stopped at the door scared to enter as the pain from yesterday still burned through my viens.

"Move it!" The guard behind me said as he shoved me between my soulder blades forcing me forwards. I walked slowly and stiffly in a sort of protest, but it didn't last long as the two guards hauled my ass into the chair and strapped me down. Instantly needles were placed into my skin and I started to cry again. I'd been doing a lot of that lately.

"Time to begin again." The same voice I'd heard the previous day said tauntingly through the coms of the room. I squirmed and screamed in protest as I watched a blue liquid travel up the tubes attached to the needles that fed into my flesh. As I watched the liquid travel up through the empty tubes and past the silver needle attached, I began to feel the lava pulse through my body. My head, even have a needle in the upper back of my neck, started searing with a sharp, burning pain. I shook violently and as much as I hoped that I would pass out from the pain, I didn't. Instead I convulsed and screamed, feeling every second of the pure hell.

"Would somebody shut her up!" The voice rang over the coms. I barely heard it, too focused on the pain and my deafening screams. The two guards in the room shuffled around before a black mask like thing, was placed over the lower half of my face, with great struggle. Once secured my screams were dulled in volume as I thrashed in the erie silence.