Pierce was a son of a bitch, he was a mean spirited, cold hearted bastard. And the only thing he loved more than money, was power. And with power and money, came Hydra.

And Hydra needed had a weapon, a soldier. But that Soldier wasn't being complacent. He was resisting the plans of Hydra, despite the actions they took for control. He resisted.

And Pierce, the son of a bitch, was not going to be losing his greatest asset. He would not lose this Soldier, the greatest weapon Hydra had, due to some minor resistance.

Emily Grace grasped the rough wall with her fingertips, desperately. She had no idea where she was or why she was here. She had no idea what happened in the past 24 hours, and even beyond.

She tried thinking back, to see if she had any memories of the last few days, or even hear. But it was all blank. Everything was coming up empty.

Her memories, everything she knew she should've had were gone. Her mind was blank. Empty.

"Stand up." A voice filled the room and sent chills down Emily Grace's spine. The voice made the hair on her arms stand up, and slowly she pushed against the wall, her legs shaking.

"Walk to the door and wait." She didn't understand what she was doing in this room, but she knew it couldn't be good. She shouldn't be feeling this way if she weren't in danger.

"Why am I here?" Emily Grace heard nothing but silence, and then she threw her head back with a scream, as a shock ran its way through her body.

"Do as you're told, bitch." She fell against the door, weakened by the shock. Her hands gripped the rough wood, as much as possible, a shaky breath leaving her lips.

"Stand up. Prepare for transfer." Emily stood, weakly. She didn't want to get another shock, one was enough.

"Where am I going?" The voice disappeared as quickly as it came, and Emily was left alone in the silence.

She leaned against the door and waited. The seconds, and minutes ticked by, and then slowly, the door creaked open, effortlessly against the weight of her body.

"Move." Hands grabbed her arms and dragged her up, nails digging into the thin cotton shirt. She dug her heels in, fruitlessly.

"Do you want another shock, bitch?" The man who was talking to her, was walking in front of her.

He towered above her, she was only 5'2", and he looked twice her size. He had muscles on his muscles, and Emily was soft. Her whole body was soft.

"What're you looking at?" She shrieked as a hand reached out and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back.

She didn't know why this was happening to her. She didn't know any of their faces; didn't recognize their voices.

"I..." Her voice was hoarse and raspy. It was like she had been unable to talk for weeks and now that she had, her throat was dry and sore.

"Throw her in the room and leave her. You can come give her a beating later." She was propelled forward, her arms reaching out to brace herself as she fell against the cold cement floor.

Her head lurched forward, even as she braced herself, as she felt a hard kick to her thighs.

"Stupid whore." Emily clenched her firsts and rolled over, slowly and painfully. Her whole body was in pain, every muscle aching.

She curled into a fetal position, her arms tightly wrapped around her knees, and her head resting against the floor. She clamped her eyes shut, desperate to remove herself from this room. She wanted to be anywhere but here; anywhere but this cold, musty room.

"Please, God, please. Send someone to save me."