immure
(v.)
to seclude, to confine, to shut in

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"What was that?" she asked simply.

Natalia couldnt think of a way to reply that wouldn't anger the woman, so she decided to use her words against her. "I was not broken, Madame."

Madame looked upon her in merciless disgust, her lips forming a thin line. "We shall see," was all she said to Natalia as she turned on her heal and lead the Winter Soldier out of the room.

Nalalia didnt know what was going on until she turned around and saw two off the men who assisted in training and did mediocre jobs such as toting out the lifeless broken bodies of young girls who had lost their souls to the Red Room. The large men dressed in black carried heavy metal clubs and looked ready to do exactly what Natalia feared.

One stood on either side of her and took her forcifully by her elbow and shoulder, to discourage any escape and lead her to the very room she remembered from two years ago. The room where she witnessed the horrifying execution of Anastasia.

And it was then that she knew this was it. She had known other girls to have be taken out of the race due simply to incompetence or getting on the nerves of Madame B. But instead, she was taken further back into the white room where within a circle, there were two poles with latches on them- built in hancuffs for eaach wrist.

With no fighting, she let them attach her to the prison, and readied herself for what was to come.

As the larger man readied his club and reared back for the first blow, Natalia closed her eyes and thought back to the sights, smells, and pleasures of that christmas eve with James, knowing that she will not die now. She will see him again. They didn't bring her here to kill her immediately. All she had to do was put on a srong face and get lost in her memeroies.

And there was the first one. A hard thrash upon her back, left an immediate bruise. Natalia's head fell back in reaction to the pain. Hit after hit, she could feel her body become mor and more feeble. And just when she though they may be done, they swtiched their weopon of choice from a club, to a whip and began striking her on her thighs and back, slashing through her clothes and into her skin.

She could't stop the screams that spilled from her bloodied mouth or the blood that poured from her open wounds. She could stop many things. But she could not stop the fact that she was human, even though the Red Room didn't see it that way.

And just when she thought she couldn't take any more—just when she was in so much pain that she couldn't move—when every part of her body was bloodied and bruised, they started over again with a new type of torture.

They removed her hands from the captivity of the bars and cuffed them behind her back, bringing her to over to a new area of the room that she hadn't yet gathered the strength to observe. The was a small five by five tub of water. Already unable to find a steady breathing pattern from the pain and injury inflicted upon her back and chest, and eyes spotting from the immeasurable pain and exhaustion, a hand wrapped angerly around her neck and shoulder as they forced her under water.

Natalitia hadn't even been aware enough to take a breath before this ordeal, therefore all she could do was pray they woud bring her up quicky. She was too weak to fight back And Just as she was about to pass out, spots filling her eyes, she was brought to the surface, allowed to breath in some much needed air. her hair blocked her eyes, bur she could feel the men lowering her back into the water, trying harder an harder again to break her.

But she would not be broken. Not by Hydra and not by the Red Room. And after proving that to the two guards as they plunged her weak body into the water again and again, she was put on her knees, so that a hard clobber to her head would finally render her unconcienious, releasimg her from the pain only momentarily.

"Your behavior lately has been questionable, Soldier," Madame said hastily as she walked him down a facilitated corridor. "And what just happened there was unreasonable. And Just as Natalia is, you will be getting punished."

The last sentence peaked Jame's interest. How was she going to punish him? What more could they do to him?

But soon enough, he realized what was about to happen when he saw the two armoured gaurds at the entrance to a room that was also heavily armoured.

She lead him into the room and he saw the place of his nightmares. He thought he'd be away from it. He thought that his living hell was only confined to Siberia. And now it had followed him here?

And there stood that small doctor James hated so much. The man who held James's soul in hands: Arnim Zola.

"Do you want me to restart him, Madame?" he asked opening the restraints. Two guards forced to begrudging Jaming into the horrifying device.

She shook her head. "No, Doctor."

Then the doctor shrugged, " Then why did you bring him back here?"

"I want you to make him hurt," she growled in alow voice. "I want you to make him suffer. And I do not want him to forget why."

"Yes ma'am," he answered with a smile as he shut James's heavy metal restraints on him fro the latrge control panel in the corner of the room.

"The key," he started as had moved some dials and pulled some levers, "to making someone suffer is not as much of the body as it is for the mind."

The machine began to buzz warmily. "Tampering with memories is already physically painfull by itself. It really takes a toll on the body. But giving them back only to take them away again moments after... it could drive the strongest of men to insanity."

"Would you like to do the honors, Madame?" Zola asked, gesturing to the start button on the control panel. She looked to James, smiling, with the devil in her eyes. He looked even to her, pleading with his eyes. A defeated plea. He did not want to experience the pain of this machine. He couldn't. Not again.

Madame B accepted the offer and pressed to button that would makes  James's worst nighmares true.

He felt the pain surging through his body. It affected every nerve he had. This machine caused him the worst pain imaginable. It was a constant throb in his head that surged electric pain throughout the rest of his body. Even his bionic arm suffered.

But then something even worse began to happen. Something he was not familiar with.

I'm James Buchanan Barnes. My friends call me Bucky. I have friends. I'm an American Sergeant.

He could see his mother and father. He saw his siblings. He saw his childhood. He rembered how his father died in the first world war and how his mother moved them from Shelbyville Illinois to Brooklyn, New York. He rememered-

I remember Steve...

The war.. Peggy... Howard... It was all coming back in flashes. And most of all, he realized, he was no monster. This Red Room was wrong. And he had to get Natalia and himself out of it.

But the pain... the pain was unbearable. But he didn't want to cry out in pain. He bit down on the mouthguard that was so rudely shove into his mouth before this ordeal.

But then he heard her, he heard Natalia scream. A bloodcurdling, horrifying scream. That was what made him lose it. The pain was so deafening that he didn't hear the horrific sceams that left his mouth in that short a time. He was sure they could here them all the way back in America.

He had been told Steve—well...Captain America was dead. He could tell with him newly gained memories that at the time of his separation, he still wasn't used to little Steve being that big war hero. But was he dead? Could he trust anything he was told now? No.

But if Steve was alive, surely he would have been with Howard and Peggy in the UK. And he remenbered hearing Peggy say he had become reckless after everyone thought Bucky had died.

It felt like it went on for hours—and it did. It went on until Bucly's young body could no longer take it. Darkness filled his vision as his newly gained memories began to fade away. He tried so desperately to hold on to them, but ultimatley, he was too weak. And they weren't fading away.. they were being stolen...

He fell limp in the restraints, no longer reacting to the pain or the memories. He body had finally maxed out.

"Take him away, men," Zola ordered as he shut the machine down.

But after all that, he did take away one thing: He and Natalia had to escape this Hell. They had been immured into a horrid lie.

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