With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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CONTENT WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT

Y/n's POV:

I drifted back into consciousness again, noticing all the new bruises and cuts that littered my exposed skin. I was surprised I hadn't gotten frostbite yet. The cold of the cell had my teeth chattering violently and I almost felt like I was going to throw up from lack of food. I didn't remember them giving me anything to eat yesterday.

This was fun.

The same HYDRA agent as yesterday stood in front of me, his hands placed firmly on his hips. "This is your last chance, little one." His voice dripped with malice, "You are going to help us get our soldier back."

I rolled my eyes at him. "I still don't know what you're talking about," I answered. No way was I going to sell Bucky out to them.

"Fine." He glared at me. "Tell me about the Captain then."

"Cap'n Crunch?" I asked, mockingly as he strode toward me.

"You think this is funny?"

"Very." I replied. I felt like annoying him today.

"You think I won't kill you?" He snarled, his face now inches from mine as he held a small knife to my throat.

"I don't think you've got it in you, Киска." I smirked at him, pressing my neck forward into the blade of the knife until I could feel a bead of blood forming. (Pussy)

He grinned at me and I fought to contain a sharp gasp of pain as he ran the blade down my collarbone and between my breasts, blood slowly starting to pour from the cut.

"Get off, asshole." I spat in his face as his sour breath lodged itself in my nostrils.

"I don't think you're quite understanding this. You tell us, and we kill you quickly. You don't and it will be slow and painful."

"Slow and painful it is." I answered with a completely straight face. 

I felt the tip of the knife slide down my stomach, re-opening a wound from three days before.

"Ouch." I muttered, my voice full of resentment.

I needed the other Avengers to get here pretty quickly.

"Unless you're answering questions, I want you to keep your mouth shut." The man said, pulling on my hair.

I stuck my tongue out at him. Big mistake.

I felt his fist hit my eye before the tip of his steel-capped boots crashed into my shin.

I tried (and failed) to headbutt him, but I just ended up with a slash from his knife across my arm.

"Fuck you." I glared at him, unable to fight back.

He stomped down on my bare toes with the hard sole of his shoe, that was a low blow, and I felt his fist hit my eye again, then my mouth, and then my nose. Someone's got anger issues.

"Fine." He muttered, taking his hands to his belt. "If you're not going to talk then we might as well make your mouth useful." An ugly sneer spread over his face.

"Over my dead fucking body." I replied before spitting some blood onto his shoes.

"Open up." He commanded. 

I refused.

He grabbed my chin and pinched my nose so that I was forced to open my mouth for air. Immediately, I felt something small slide into my mouth.

So I bit down.

"БЛЯДЬ!" I heard him yell, jumping away from me. Good riddance. (FUCK!)

I felt his boot collide with my chest and I started to fall backward for the second time in two days.

Fuck.

This time, however, as the chair hit the solid concrete floor, it shattered underneath me and it wasn't long until I felt my head hit the ground, sending a mind-splitting bolt of pain through my head.

Almost instantaneously, I lost my vision to a plane of darkness and the last thing I noticed before I blacked out, was the feeling of a warm liquid oozing down my neck.

Double fuck.

(621 Words)