Professor Romanoff

chapter 20

When I open my eyes again I am in jail.

Or at least something that looks like it.

There is a man standing before my cell, watching every movement I make. I shake my head in confusion. 'What happened? Where am I?'

'Slut,' he hisses, before spitting before my feet. I quickly take a step back, shaken. 'What are you talking about?'

He doesn't say another word. I cough, feeling absolutely miserable. I lay down on the dirty bed, looking up to the ceiling. It is all just white, except for the spider hanging on there. I shiver.

'I don't understand what is happening. Please tell me what is happening.'

He doesn't respond, and just keeps standing with his back facing me.

'I demand a lawyer,' I say. He turns around.

'Whores like you don't deserve lawyers.'

'Yeah but you are going to give me one anyway, cause that is the American system and those are my rights.'

He scoffs. 'Where you are now there is no justice system. Now shut your mouth little bitch before I beat it shut.'

I blink a few times. 'What? Of course there is a justice system. You are talking bullshit.'

He turns around, so that he is facing me again. 'I don't think so. Do you even have money for a lawyer? No, I didn't think so. Should've stayed with your little Avenger girlfriend.'

I close my eyes for a second, thinking about Natasha and my eyes travel to the necklace she gave me.

It's gone.

I grab my neck with my hand, panicking looking for it. The man before my cell chuckles humorlessly.

'Can't find your necklace?'

I close my eyes. Shit. Well, I suppose I wouldn't have called her anyway. I can't let her have that kind of power over me again, now that I've just gone free. I mean, define freedom, but at least I have basic human rights now?

The man suddenly nods his head respectfully as sir Thorne appears in sight. He narrows his eyes at the sight of me.

'Scum,' he comments. 'Are you missing your privileges already miss Y/L/N?'

'Let me out of here. We are in America and it is my right to get a lawyer.'

'We are not in America, darling, and you certainly are not going to get a lawyer.'

I frown. 'What do you mean we are not in America?'

He laughs, a cold laugh. 'You really thought I would just hand you over to the government? Naive.'

'Where am I,' I ask in a panicked voice. 'What the hell happened?!'

'That's not for you to know.

I roll my eyes, reaching again for the necklace that isn't there anymore.

'Jake was just like you.'

He stiffens. 'I realise that, miss Y/L/N. The only difference is that he made absolutely horrific choices in women.'

'What about you?' I reply. 'Didn't you divorce like five times?'

He steps a bit closer to the cell, fixing his suit. 'You can talk all that you want, but believe me, at the end of the day you will be begging for forgiveness.'

I step back. 'I don't know what you mean.'

He chuckles dryly, when suddenly a man appears in sight.

'Dreykov wants to see her.'