The winter soldier finds his match when torturing a person of interest for Hydra. He's in need of information she has and she's not willing to give up.
She ran after the interaction with the deadly soldier. Not to be seen again for eight more years...
A/N: This chapter contains... violence. sex. chains. blood. Torture.
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She was lightheaded when she woke. She wasn't sure how long she was knocked out.
At first, she didn't understand where she was.
The room was darkly lit, and the air was stale. As she gained perspective, she realized quickly she wasn't going anywhere, even though she was standing, barely.
She looked up and saw her arms were bound separately to the ceiling and her legs chained to the floor. Her body was stretched to its limit with very little slack on the chains.
If I didn't know better, I would have thought I was in some sort of sex dungeon, but it was too sleezy to be that nice of a place.
She glanced around the room and saw a dark figure standing in the shadows.
She giggled, "It's going to take a lot more than hiding in the shadows and these chains to scare me."
She felt a slight headache coming on.
He stepped into the dim light just enough for her to see the winter soldier standing tall. His shoulder length hair and his scruffy beard gave him a little edge, but his empty eyes were cold. Dark. Sad. He slowly crossed the room with an intimidating stride. You could see his strength.
"Hey princess." She yelled at him. She wanted his attention.
He turned to face her. Stone cold silent.
"Yeah. I'm talking to you." No reaction from him. "Are you going to tell me why you have me strung up?" Her voice was even toned. She didn't show any fear or distress.
The winter soldier cocked his head to the side and ran his eyes slowly down her body and back up again.
She saw his eyes trail down her body, so she threw him a devilish smile, "Like what you see?"
He took a few long strides and stood nose to nose with her. He didn't speak. His breathing was slow. He was in control. Or so he thought.
Without warning he backhanded her across her left cheek. Not once but twice.
Her head wiped to the side with the force.
A cut appeared across her check as drops of blood started to drip down her face. Touching the corner of her lips.
Her tongue swiped her bottom lip. Gathering a small amount of iron that danced along her taste buds.
She kept her face turned away as he landed another blow to her stomach. Striping her of the stale air that was trapped in her lungs.
He took a step back and waited for her to compose herself.
He stared. Watching her as she winced in pain at first.
