𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [sᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ] | 18+

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Co-written with lxsh-life]

Warning! Rape/non-con, sexual content, language & Hydra!Steve. Read at your own discretion!

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Wanda slowly opened her eyes with a soft groan, her vision beginning to focus in the semi-dark room. The pounding in her head started to fade as she blinked away the sleep from her eyes. One of the first things she noticed was that it wasn't her room. She didn't recognize it at all or even remembered how she got there...there was no windows. The single lightbulb hardly filled enough light for the room. And it was cold. So cold....

Her hair fell in her eyes as she noticed the single bed a few feet in front of her. Why was she standing up? When she tried to brush the hair from her eyes, she realized her arms were chained above her head. Her heart pounded as she struggled. It was useless. Wanda couldn't get herself free. How was she going to get out of those chains?

Not caring how dry her throat felt, Wanda opened her mouth to scream. The sound came out quiet and muffled. She was gagged. Why was she chained up and gagged? None of this made sense to her. And why couldn't Wanda remember how she ended up there?

Wanda's body froze as she heard a door behind her open, heavy footsteps entered the room as she desperately tried to turn her head. Her heart continued to pound. Were they here to help her? Were they the ones that brought here here? She got her answer when the man spoke.

"Looks like my little doll is awake."

Wanda couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down her spine when she felt a gloved hand touch her back. She didn't want him touching her. He had to let her go.

Wanda still couldn't see his face, but she could feel his eyes on her...on her body. The feeling was unsettling. Almost as unsettling as the realization that she was hardly wearing any clothes...a simple, short dress so low cut that it barely covered her bra. It would be easy for him to just reach out and...no, Wanda didn't even want to think about that.

Wanda's eyes widened a bit as the man finally moved in front of her. He was wearing some form of red & black tactical gear and she could tell that he was in shape. Under normal circumstances, she might have found him quite handsome. Right now, he was one of the most intimidating, dangerous men Wanda had ever seen. And he had his eyes on her.

His gaze was almost...possessive. His icy blue eyes seemed to stare right into her soul. If her throat hadn't already been dry, that gaze alone would have robbed Wanda of her breath. It looked like he was itching to get his hands on her.

"It would be rude not to introduce myself before we play. I'm the Captain," he introduced as if that explained everything. "In time, when you've earned my trust, I'll tell you my real name. Until then, you can address me by my title or Sir. Even Daddy, if that suits you."

"I can see you shaking...I haven't even started yet," he muttered as he reached out to brush a tear from her cheek. When had she started crying?

"But don't worry. I chose you carefully. You were made for this...for me," the Captain added, not bothering to hide the lust in his eyes as he looked her up and down.

Wanda didn't understand. Why did he keep saying he chose her? What does he mean? WHY did he choose her? There was nothing special about her at all. She was just an ordinary person who had imigrated from war-torn country left in shambles after a devastating bomb attack.

"I'm going to take your gag out. Behave," the Captain warned as he slowly pulled the gag down.

"Please, let me g-" Wanda began before something large and cold was shoved into her mouth. Her body trembled with fear as her mind registered what it was...a gun. The Captain had shoved a gun into her mouth.

"Listen very closely, doll, and get this through that pretty head of yours. You're mine now. You belong to me. This is your new home. No amount of begging will ever make me let you go. In fact, the only thing you're going to be begging for is my cock to fill you up."

The cold tone in his voice nearly made the blood in Wanda's veins turn to ice. He looked almost offended that she wanted to leave. Who in their right mind would want to be there?

Tears flowed freely as the gun was shoved deeper into her mouth, nearly making her gag. Wanda's heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest when he released the safety. Oh fuck. Was she going to die right then and there?

The Captain slid the safety back into place a moment later as he slowly pulled the gun away. Wanda couldn't hold back a sob as the gun was removed from her mouth completely. More tears were gently brushed away from her face, even as she turned her head away. He was sick.

"Shh. I know, doll. I know...but I'm just getting started."