Nightmares | Natasha
Even in her dreams, Amorette couldn't escape the terrors she'd been through. She could still remember the chains digging into her wrists and ankles, binding her to the chair as she tried to break free, the cold steel of a knife threateningly pressed against the skin of her neck. The fear had made her tremble, still able to feel the pain when it finally cut through her flesh, the screams of terror that fell from her lips and echoed through the warehouse with each cut of the blade into her flesh until the red liquid oozed to the surface. How she'd even come out of this alive was a surprise to Amorette. They'd mistaken her for the Widow, kidnapped her and held her hostage for information that she didn't even know about. The time had gone so slowly, that by the time SHIELD had rescued her, it had felt like years and she'd arrived on the helicarrier into a worried Natasha's arms completely covered in bruises and blood. The Frenchwoman woke up in a hot sweat, bringing a hand to her mouth to muffle the scream that echoed through the room when she'd awoken. Her eyes darted to Natasha who was sleeping soundly beside her and the blonde winced. She'd tried not to worry her, even when she flinched at sudden noises, even going as far as borrowing one of Natasha's guns and hiding it under her pillow for some kind of protection. It'd been horrifying and now Amorette was living in fear. Slowly she eased out of bed, wincing as her body ached in protest, reaching for the cigarettes she kept on her beside table. Bringing one to her lips and lighting it up, she headed out onto the balcony and leant against it; still trembling from the nightmare she'd had. The blonde prayed she'd be normal again, but she highly doubted that would happen for a long time.
