Sebastian Stan Imagines

- I wish I could -

You let out a groan, eyes fluttering open as your senses awaken.

Your eyes dart around the unfamiliar room in panic, your breathing picks up a little when you hear the shackle of a chain as you move your arm.

You freeze, slowly turning your head to look behind you. Your eyes glance down at your wrists before they shoot to the roof, praying that this was just a dream.

"Please, please, please." You whisper, looking back down at your wrists, but they're still chained. "No." You say, pulling on them.

"Thats not going to do anything." A voice says and you jump, spinning around to be met with Steve.

Your boyfriend.

"Steve? What is this?" You ask in a panicked tone and Steves eyes flood with something, but its gone before you could even guess what it was.

"Heres whats gonna happen." He sighs, sitting on a chair across from you. "I'm gonna sell your meat." He says and you look at him like he's crazy.

"What?" You ask, turning back to pull on the chain harder.

"My job, is to find woman like you. Being them to places like this." He holds his arms out, gesturing to the room. "Chop them up. And Sell them for a shit ton of money." He says as if its the most obvious thing in the world.

"What? Why—" you begin to hyperventilate. "No, no, no. This can't be true." You shake your head, tears threatening to spill.

Steve shrugs. "Its true." He says.

"No, not you. Anyone but you." You whisper, mainly to yourself but Steve hears it, and the words confuse him.

Steve was the one person you trusted. The only person you ever loved. Now all that's gone, it was all fake. All some sort of job. Like you were just a game to him.

"Anyone but me? What do you mean by that y/n?" He asks and you shake your head. "Nuh-uh. Tell me." He says and you look up at him, a tear falling from your eyes.

"I trusted you." You sneer. "I loved you. You were the only person that I ever— God im such an idiot." You say bringing your hands up to roughly rub your forehead, hitting it a few times.

"I'm sorry y/n." He whispers and you glare up at him.

"No You're not. If you were sorry I wouldn't be here right now." You say and Steve nods.

"Alright." He says and you stare off into the distance, your body going numb as you accept the fact you're going to die here. There was no point in waisting your time crying about it.

Steve stands up to leave the room but you stop him. "Was any of it real?" You ask, not looking up at him and just staring off into space.

"Yes." He says.

"Did you even love me?" You ask and Steve looks down at you.

"Yes." He whispers and you look up.

"Why?" Your voice breaks. "Why are you doing this?" You ask looking up at him.

Steve stares into your broken eyes. His heart shattering. "I have to." He says.

"Just let me go. I'll never talk to you again, I wont tell anyone. I swear on my life Steve. Please just—" you sob, bringing your knees to your chest. "I dont wanna die." You whisper and Steve sighs.

"I wish I could y/n. I really do." He whispers, rubbing his hands over his face before he exits the room in a hurry. Leaving you there alone and scared.