CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

01 || Mission

TW

eating disorder
force feeding

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December 2015, Germany

"No!" Her jarring sreams echoed from the wet concrete walls of the dark room, creeping up the bones of the men standing around her.

As desperate whimpers fled from her core she tried to wrench her body from their tight grips on her arms, but she remained unsuccessful. Their grips only hardened, leaving bloodshot marks on her fair skin.

"Please" she pleaded, tears of pure despair dripping from the corners of her dark blue eyes. "Please, not again."

She felt the cold metal of the chair on her back. Goosebumps emerged on her skin. Again, she tried to wrench from the three men pressing her down. She finally surrendered when she felt the metal latches closing tight on her wrists and ankles, strapping her down.

Her desperate whimpers turned silent when her predator stepped in front of her, pushing a needle down in the crook of her left arm.

"You're doing so, so good, my dear" he said. He lovingly stroked a loose strand of her long, blonde hair from her face before he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry you have to go through this."

He truly was.

Friedrich Keller's old heart ached at the sight of his girl strapped down on that metal chair. He wished she had adapted better to the serum, but she fought very hard. She pushed it out of her veins again, and again, and again.

"Start" he ordered with a short wave of his creased hand as he stepped away from her.

He closed his eyes on the sound of breakingly painful screams in his ears. They crept down his bones, making him shiver. He didn't want to see her fight for her life, wrenching her thin, but strong body underneath the latches. It pained him deeply.

A few moments later the skimpily lit room was filled with silence.

Keller opened his eyes again, pupils dilated to adjust to the spare light, landing in the middle of the room. The men around him held their breaths.

The blonde woman's head was tilted to the right side, viscous blood dripping from her nose and mouth, pooling in the hollow spot between her neck and her collarbone. Damp hair stuck on her forehead. Her nails were brittle where they clawed into the armrests, thick blood dripping from them as well. She wasn't breathing.

Keller found his way towards her. His blue eyes squinted as he examined her closely, circling the metal chair. He had put a hand on her fair skin, warm with the blood circulating in it. His fingers brushed up the right side of her body, over the damp hair in her face, down the left side. She was alive.

A sigh of relief pressed past his thin lips. He wouldn't be able to cope with her dying yet, and with a movement of his head he ordered the guards to loosen the shackles.

"My dear child" he said, his voice coarse, a hand under her chin tilting her head to face him. "I'm so proud of you."

He looked down to her, pride swelling in his chest like a father watching his child take their first steps.

"Apply a nasogastric tube and feed her. She won't do it on her own" he ordered, knowing her better than anyone else. "I want her guarded every second of the day."

He caressed her soft cheek before leaving her with the men.

Her head tilted back to the side.

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