My back arched and pain shot through me, burning every molecule of my being with agony. A scream threatened to tear through my throat, but only a mangled croak escaped me.

The pressure that I'd barely noticed before that was pressing on my chest now wrapped around me, pressing in from all angles and I'm not sure how I'm not bent into thirty different directions. This invisible force pressed down on my harder from two sides, squeezing my throat and my bones and making me crane my neck. The crushing continued, I began to fear my neck would snap in half at any moment. My body convulsed violently, my lungs burned and insides twisted, my chest shuddering and aching for air. I try desperately to take in air, to draw in a breath fuel my body's needs but barely take in any.

My back further arched in the air, a sudden crack jolting my back to the side and a soundless cry escaped from my lips, my limbs contorting and face scrunching in pain. I try to breath, try to move, to scream, but I can't do anything but silently wait for it, beg for it, to end. I can't take this, it needs to stop now, I can't take much more of this-

"You refuse to help me now, little bird. But when you're sanity is in shreds and you fail to remember your morals, the people you've been with and the people you've lost, or even your own name, will you still deny me?"

I hear Thanos pacing around me, watching me like I'm on display and surveying me carefully as I writhe in agony. I couldn't open my eyes for one second, could barely focus on his voice as the crushing continues. A squeaky rasp escapes my throat and a crack is heard, coming from my torso and a needle like pain stabs my ribs. I cry out as searing pain shoots up my front, stabbing through me from all angles, causing my muscles to spasm again.

"I wonder, will you last longer than your darling Loki did? He cracked quickly whenever I showed him all the ways I could damage that pretty face of yours," his finger dragged over my chin and I whimper, the thought of Loki in Thanos' hands more agonizing than the bone crushing force that was pressing in tighter, wrapping and constricting around me like a snake.

The Titan chuckled deeply, draping his large hand and brushing the back of his palm over my forehead that is plastered with sweat, I try to recoil, to snap at him or even snarl, but the weight on my throat is far too much.

"Father, she cannot take much more.The damage done will be irreversible and we won't be able to save her," I heard the daughter say from somewhere in the room, perched at a panel of light that seems to control my torment. "Turn it up," Thanos demands, the gruffness in his voice making another whimper escape my constricting throat.

"But Father-" "I do not wish to repeat myself," snapped the Mad Titan, and so the pain increased. Another series of snapping noises had my lips curling in anguish, agony piercing through my middle. The pressure worsened, I could feel my ribs snapping and caving inward, one by one and causing unimaginable suffering to tear through my body. I can barely take in any air, and I feel my throat close in tighter and soon I can't breathe at all. "She can only stand thirty seconds more of this," the blue skinned girl concluded, and I don't know whether to sag in relief or cry out.

I don't think I can stand one more second of this, but soon they'll have to stop it. Another bone cracks and not even my closing throat can stop the rupturing, mangled scream from ripping through my mouth. "You think you know pain? You think this is pain?" Thanos drawls, removing his hand from my forehead. My heart burned with anguish and my lungs scream as my chest begins to cave in.

"Fifteen seconds, Father,"

Please please please make it stop! I try to beg, to plead for mercy, not caring about the desperation in my voice, though nothing comes from my mouth but a helpless whimper.

"I will make you long for something as sweet as pain," his hand returns to my face, moving my hair from my face, it brushing away as if I were afloat in water.

"Ten seconds,"

Thanos doesn't say anything, and I think for a moment he will actually let me die. He remains silent for a moment, and I begin to feel my neck twisting, soft crunching sounds whining from my spine. Agony ripples through me and rolls down my back, flaring up through my every pore and every ounce of being. My closing neck doesn't stop the earsplitting shriek that erupts from my throat, and I start twisted and convulsing violently, trying to fight the invisible force that crushed me as if I am nothing more than a twig. This can't be how I die, I will not die at the hands of this madman, the self-righteous prick that wants to destroy half of the universe.

"Three seconds,"

I twist violently, trying to fight it and not allowing myself to die lying down, but then Thanos says, "Release her," all at once, the constricting force is released and air floods through me, relieving the burning sensation in my lungs. I gasp, taking in air greedily and sobbing through my teeth, though no tears came down my face. Each intake of air stabbed pain through my chest and staked me through the torso, giving me the need to double over and empty the contents of my stomach, if only my stomach had any contents.

Each twisted bone ached with agony with the smallest movement, but I can't help but continue to breathe in air heavily, needing to make up for the loss I had.

I don't have the capacity to think, to speak, to even move anything. My eyes squint with the effort to keep them open, the darkness pulling at me, but there is no possible way that I can sleep. Not with a countless number of broken bones and I'm sure numerous cases of internal bleeding. I groan with the mere thought of the damage that is probably done to me.

"What now, Father?" The blue skinned girl inquires, her fingers hovering over the light panel with figures and numbers that I didn't bother to try and comprehend. Black and white spots form in my vision and my head begins to lull back.

"Don't let her go under, give her a couple hours. She'll heal herself," the Titan says to her daughter, he took a few steps forward and looks down at me, taking in me as I breathe heavily and scrunch my face up in pain.

"The real work begins soon," he promises, touching my head tentatively. I don't have the capacity to cringe or recoil, I just allow my head to lull to the side, praying for the sweet darkness to take hold of my consciousness. Just one moment of peace, that's all I wish for at this point. The agonizing pain tore through me each second, each time I inhale I cry out. I hear the clicking of the doorway opening, the girl and Thanos leaving me suspended in midair, but at least giving me control of my arms.

As soon as they exit, sobs rush through my lips, my throat still feels tight and swollen and each breath is a challenge itself. I can't stop the tears from flowing down my face, and I when I try to raise my arm to heal my swollen neck to ease the pain agony shoots through my arm, and with a glance I see the twisted and crushed bone in both my arms. I cry out once again, my breath coming more quickly at the mere sight of the damage. I try to sit up to view the full extent to my wounds but the sharp pains and aches in my abdomen and torso barked in protest, and a quick glance to my waist I see the mangled and crushed ribs beneath the surface.

My head fell back and I continue to sob through my teeth, allowing my eyes to close though I know I'll have to do something soon.

I wonder, will you last longer than your darling Loki did? He cracked quickly when I showed him all the ways I could damage that pretty face of yours.

Something about those words made hopelessness flood through me. The pain I feel now is nothing compared to the agony of imagining all those months I was having fun in Midgard, Loki had been here, suffering at this self-righteous maniac's hand. When I was on Midgard, I didn't even try to find Loki, I just assumed that he hadn't been as lucky as I was, and didn't survive the fall. I had been in the cell right next to him for months, and I was angry at him for all he did. Did I make it worse somehow? Was dying on that planet a relief to him?

I remember seeing him fight the Kursed, he saw the blow to his chest coming before it happened. He didn't try and fight it, he accepted death with open arms, thinking that everything he loved had been taken away from him.

My sobs were a dull ring in my ears, all I could hear and see or even feel is Loki laying at that arid, barren ground, over and over again saying,

"I didn't do it for him,"

And I've never thought Odin to be a benevolent ruler as he claimed to be, but at that moment for the first time in forever I begged the Allfather, begging him for death to bring me to Loki. Let me die still who I am, let me die before this maniac has his way with me and turns me into his weapon.

"Please," I cried out, reaching out my mind to the king I served for centuries. The king who cast me out. "Save me from this place,"

But as I suspected- there was no answer.