𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, this book is an old cringey romance written years ago about Bucky Barnes falling in love with Alessia Hart; two anti-heroes wishing to do right after so much wrong.
𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,
Alessia Hart lost it all at a young age, she...
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Alessia felt groggy as she attempted to open her eyes, her heart was pounding within her chest but it was nothing compared to the sharp pain within her skull. She tried to lift her hand to her face but she was stopped. She quickly realised that she was strapped down, her eyes shot open as the bright lights blinded her causing her eyes to water. She looked around as her sight adapted to the lighting and she knew exactly where she was.
Alessia closed her eyes for a moment to breathe, her mind flashed with memories of being taken from the party. Fear crept into her mind as Evan Anderson slowly approached her with a smirk resting on his face, Alessia screamed and pulled at the straps as he leaned down over to her face. "Welcome home Wraith, we have so much planned for you." He chuckled deeply as a tear left her eye as she realised why he bought her back.
He picked up a needle from the side table, "Let's begin then." Without being careful he injected Alessia with a liquid that burned underneath her skin, forcing her to let out a blood-curdling scream that made her more scared. Slowly, she began to hyperventilate as Evan spoke again, "Don't worry Wraith, you'll be a goddess after this..." His tone was full of pride that made her sick to the stomach. Alessia remembered the times that Evan did his experiments on the soldiers that Hydra had created, she remembered the pain that Aaron went through and she was not ready for this.
Evan called for one of the doctors to come over, he picked up a knife before turning to the doctor who definitely looked like he didn't want to be here. The doctor looked down at Alessia with pain and fear, a hint of sympathy but no fight which meant she'd probably die just as she found her soldier. "Time how long it takes for her to heal," Anderson then sliced her wrist, she screamed out. The blood seeped out of her wrist as it burned in pain, tears fell from her eyes as the doctor shakily timed it.
"S-Sir, she's losing too much blood. She'll bleed out..." Anderson let out a frustrated growl before allowing the doctor to bandage her open wound. Anderson walked to the other side of her leaning down before stroking his fingers through her thick knotted hair, "It's okay Wraith, I'm gonna make you perfect and we'll be together..." Her stomach churned at his words, she wanted nothing more than to run away and never look back at the sick man before her.
As she slowly allowed her eyelids to close, Evan injected another needle full of liquid which made her scream and convulse, causing so much burning pain for what felt like hours until black spots clouded her vision and the only thing she could muster were three quiet words, "I-I'm sorry, J-James..." and darkness consumed her, lulling her to dream of pure joy and love, something she believed she would never feel again.
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"If you could think of one thing you miss, what would it be?" I thought for a moment as James ran his fingers through my tangled hair. He was seated on the crappy prison bed with his back against the wall, I was sitting in between his legs with my back to his chest. "One thing would possibly be... My mother's roast potatoes." He chuckled at my comment as he kissed my head.
