Behind The Black Door

Torture

**Attention to readers! If you get squeamish or don't like reading about bodily harm, you can feel free to skip this part. There will be a short summary in the next chapter, but nothing gruesome.**

"Welcome back Stanislava. Long time." The voice of a man forced Stanislava to open her eyes. He had a scar above his eyebrow and a wicked smile plastered on his face. "There you go. Come on now, open your eyes up all the way."

Slava groggily moved her head side to side. The man grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head up. Slava groaned and tried to wriggle out of the grasp, but to no avail. 

"You really thought that we wouldn't find out about your little plan to kill yourself?"

Slava stared into the man's stone cold eyes and let out a quick breath. The room she was in was very familiar to her. She already knew what was waiting for her in the next few minutes. 

"I'm sure you know why are in this room in particular." Slava did not blink when looking into the punisher's eyes. Without looking away from her, he grinned. "Begin the punishment."

It was a few seconds before the electricity hit her and Slava tightened her jaw. That's always how the punishment began. The flow of lightning was slight at first, manageable, but then it got stronger and more painful. It was then, when the electricity hit its highest stage when Slava let out a loud, agonizing and haunting scream. She began to see stars in her vision and black clouded the edges of the room. The air was completely gone from her lungs and she collapsed. her head dropped down to her chest and her breathing almost ceased to exist, but she knew there would be more. 

"Get the straps off her and bring her in here." There it was again. That voice. The one that Slava despised with every bone in her body. The voice did not belong to Viktor Lenkov, but it belonged to the man that authorized her punishments. He was the leader and he and his name was one thing that Slava wanted gone from the earth. His name was Amar Izoria. 

Slava was taken by the arms and dragged through the hall another room where she was put on a metal bed. Sweat had already broken out on her forehead, neck and arms. A bright light was fixed right above her and a man stood to her right. 

"Doctor."

The man nodded and picked up a needle. He pressed down on the plunger letting the air escape before sticking it into Slava's neck. It was painful, the needle going through her flesh, cutting through her muscle before finally allowing the rigid and she began thrashing. Whatever was in that serum altered her mental state, to the point where she had the desire to kill someone. The contents of the syringe filled her with hate, violence and evil. There was another sting and she calmed down, but the urge to kill and see the terror in your prey's eyes did not subside.

"Untie her and sit her up." The doctor did as he was told and stepped back. The voice spoke again. "I order you to kill the man on your right."

The poor doctor soon lay on the floor. Limbs detached and eyes open. He was still breathing when Slava looked into his eyes. The warmth that Bucky once saw in her was gone, replaced by nothing but a mindless killing machine. A mindless drone. Slava looked into the man's eyes as she snapped his neck and stood up, almost admiring her work. 

There was a clap from her let and she spun around. It was the man whose voice haunted Slava in her sleep at night. "Good job my darling. That was a new serum that can last a lot longer than what we had previously given you."

Slava was taken back to her room and tied down to the chair. This was another form of punishment that the Black Door used. No food, no drink, just restrained isolation. Sometimes she would be tied in her chair and the room would be dark, other times it would be lit up. There were instances where there would be the Black Door creed or anthem playing on repeat. Those days were the most terrible because she would begin to lose her mind. 

This time the room was dark and instead of listening to the creed or anthem, Slava was forced to listen to her screams of pain. There was no air conditioning in her room, it was turned off especially for the punishment. About a day later the screaming stopped and there was silence. Even around the room, there was dead silence. Slava began to sweat and felt lightheaded, but still she forced herself to stay awake. There was a time when during a punishment like this one she stayed awake for over two weeks. This time, she was determined to make it longer. To show that no matter how much you punish her she will still be able to take more. It was Slava's way of rebelling and proving to herself that she was stronger than whatever was thrown at her. 

Days passed and Slava was still awake. She was tired, but still very conscious. More time passed, but Slava still forced herself to stay alert. The screams had been playing for a few days now and they were beginning to drive her crazy, but she forced herself to ignore them. The lights were flashing on and off and her eyes were hurting. It had been about a month since she was tied to the chair and she still had not allowed herself to rest, nor was she given any food. Two months passed, then came three, and Slava was still in solitary confinement. Still strapped to a chair, Slava was awake and just as alert. It was visible that she lost weight, but she knew that she was still capable of fighting whatever else came at her. 

Then the light in her room went dark and Slava's eyes closed. When the light turned on again Slava didn't know what happened or how much time passed. What she did know was that the air conditioning was turned on and she felt her head getting heavier. Her mind was racing and beginning to panic, just like it happened every time after she came out of a trance. The trance was something that Slava hated. She didn't know what happened to her mind and body, nor what she did during the influence of whatever controlled her. 

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