CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

34 || Verendi House

TW

mention of abuse
torture and blood
murder
degradation
mental manipulation

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Blood gushed down his veiny hand and underarm.

The knife he held in his flesh hand pressed tighlty against Rumlow's throat, marking a fine, bleeding line where the sharp blade met his skin. His adam's apple bobbed against it unvoluntarily as he gulped sticky saliva down his throat.

He had his metal fingers fisted in the opposite's dark hair to hold his head back. His face was merely an inch way from his. Rumlow could feel his hot breath fan over the uncovered side of his face as he looked him in the eyes. A smirk curled on his lips.

"Watcha gonna do now, Soldier? Kill me?"

Bucky closed his eyes and bend his neck, his bones cracking in the movement before he stared back at him.

"Not now" he answered.

He moved the blade over his skin rather softly. Still, Rumlow flinched in pain. His hands grabbed the armrests he was latched onto tightly, knuckles turning white form the pressure.

The soldier removed the blade form his neck and let go of his hair. He tossed it on the table he had brought in the glass cube with him and sat on the chair in front of the Hydra agent.

He sat with his legs crossed over his ankles and his arms crossed in front of his chest for a while, watching Rumlow just as carefully as he watched him. Neither of them spoke.

His face looked better. The weeks he'd already been here did him good. Marie treated his wounds twice a day, added a new infusion around the same time every day and unlatched his hands to eat in the morning and in the evening. Bucky was surprised he hadn't tried to strangle her with his free hands. Whatever mission he had planned out in his head took him fairly long finish.

"You wanna know what I did to her when you were away, huh?" Rumlow questioned. Laughs rumbled from his chest as he saw the soldier adjust his gaze upon him. Something flickered behind his stoic, cold eyes. "Did she tell you she enjoyed it when I wrapped my hands around her throat?"

Bucky huffed, but didn't reply. He uncrossed his ankles and sat back in his chair, arms now resting on his knees with his hands folded in front of him. His blue eyes were an icy colour as he looked at Rumlow intently. He didn't like the devilish smirk that tugged at the left corner of his mouth.

Rumlow chuckled. He lowered his gaze into his lap and shook his head, his shoulders shaking from the joy that filled his whole body.

"I thought so" he murmured with a proud grin "I don't get what you think is so special about her. She whored around when you were away. I can't recall the times Keller send me to pick her up, drunk as fuck and high as shit on whatever drugs she took, with her hands around another boy's dick and her tongue shoved between his teeth."

Anger flushed him. It pumped through him until it reached every cell inside his body. The fire boiling in his stomach since his wife had opened up to him about her was spitting flames into his chest. Still, his exterior remained cool. He forced everything inside him not to snap at the very moment that fuckhead in front of him opened his mouth and just rip his tongue out with his bare hand. God knows he deserved it.

"You put her on a pedestral when she deserves nothing of it" Rumlow continued. He had loosened the grip of his fingers around the armrests and moved to the edge of the seat a little, leaning back into his chair.

Bucky wanted to rip it out from under him and smash it against his head until brain mass wobbled on the ground.

"She's a fucking failure, Barnes. Keller's experiments on her didn't work. Damn, she couldn't even kill you. Such an easy task and she failed miserably over and over again until even Pierce couldn't take it no more, and we both know he's much more patient than Keller ever was."