Bee to my Barnes

part 43

TW- EXTREME Violence and kidnap

You woke with a startle as the ice cold pain rushes over your body, thrashing as you choke inhaling pockets of water as it gushed over you. As you splutter to catch your breath a firm hand grips your face yanking it upwards to meet theirs.

‘Nice of you to finally wake up!’ Paul snarled as his fingernails dug into your skin before he tossed your head aside.

Your arms now stretched as your flopped on your knees, your hands chained to the large piping over head. The world around you was muffled as you fazed through the fog. Raising your heavy head you can barely make out the tall dark haired male in front of you, but you knew exactly who it was. ‘What do you want.’ You voice horse as it scratched at your throat.

Bending down to your level, Paul placed the cool metal of his blade against your skin, ‘You know exactly what I want...Birdie.’

You hadn’t heard that nickname in so long, it was something only he used for you and the sound sending chills racing down your spine. Staring back up at him your eyes now narrow with disgust at the man you once loved. With a flick of the knife it nips at your neck. Lingering the blade to your throat a warm trickle of blood covers the reflective steel. Paul mockingly licks it clean before snarling, ‘I was just going to teach you a lesson...take back what was mine. But now, now I have new plans for you. And your new boyfriend too.’

Hearing Paul reference to James brings back the aching betrayal, with all the anger you can muster you bite back. ‘He isn’t my boyfriend.’

Snaking towards you Paul let’s out a devilish grin, swirling the blade in one hand it twirled on the tip of his finger. ‘Well that’s interesting, as when Vicky here followed him to your apartment he sure did look awfully worried about your well-being.’ Vicky stepped out of the shadows reviling a photograph on her phone of Bucky holding a crying Jade in your doorway.

Leaping to your feet trying to fighting the shackles confining you as you try to lash out at Paul he easily steps back out of your reach. With a sigh he tilts his head to the side, ‘Now there’s the Birdie I remember, soo protective of those she loves. Be careful, you know how your temper gets you in trouble.’ He teases.

‘Leave him out of this. You want your money back FINE, It’s your, let me go and...’ Interrupting you before you could say another word Paul’s hand flings back towards you, a loud crack as his fist slams against your jaw.

‘Have you forgotten the rules already darling.’ Gripping your face once more to see the tears roll down your cheeks as he spat his words. ‘You. Don’t. Tell. Me. What. To. Do.’ Wiping your blood off his knuckles onto the leg of his pants he raised his fist to swipe again before lowering his arm laughing at your flinch.

Recoiling, fear taking over your body, it was useless. The intoxicated breath filled the air between you, you've seen him like this far to many times to believe there was any chance of reasoning with him, although he had never taken it this far before. Allowing your body to flop forward curling under the pain, the blood pooling in your mouth dribbles onto the floor.

‘Why don’t we give James a little call. See if he truly does care for you, if not....then I am sure he won’t mind if I kill you.’

AN- I know I'm painting Paul Rudd as the bad guy, Scott Lang is too nice and I just couldn't do it to him but I really want to see Paul play a serious character (I know Scott has abit of a bad boy past too..). Plus Beatrix has to have a type..tall dark and handsome haha.