Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

9. My Petal**

Trigger warning; unconsented assault.
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JUST BECAUSE THEYRE NOT SAYING NO, DOESNT MEAN THEY WANT IT!

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I must've been trusting towards Dimitri on not escaping as the next morning from whatever time it was they had moved me. I had woken up on the floor with a mattress and a blanket. Although I was chained still, the mattress was however comfortable, I'm not gonna lie. If I could feel my body, I would've gotten out of here already and teleportation isn't an option from getting ejected with some serum to prevent my abilities from happening.

I'm currently laying on my stomach with my head on the side, one of my arms lay under neath the thick pillow while the other one lays on my chest imaging that I am holding Bucky's dog chain. In which I don't know where it is, knowing on Dimitri's protective hold over me that he has flushed it in a drain somewhere.

My eyes are closed as I try to block out the light within the room, a headache forming from still feeling the after shocks of the rape. I know it was rape. I know that my body felt so good when he had touched me but that wasn't me. I wasn't in control. I cant control the stimulation in my body, but that doesn't stop me from thinking I am still cheating on Bucky even if it wasn't intentional and consented.

My breathing has been steady since he hasn't came in here since two nights ago when he had fucked me senseless with no mercy but he did however show sympathy and loving in his eyes afterwards as he cleaned me up from mine and his mess. I could still feel his hands and shaft in me, so rough and hard that I can't physically move. So I haven't since I have been placed on to this mattress during the night or the early mornings today.

Although with the new change in this room, I am however still in my underwear and sports bra. But the benefit of the doubt though is that they did give me clean clothing of new red short shorts and a lacy tank top but I am too much in pain to even move to get change even though I really want to hide as much as my body as possible.

I can feel dry tear stains on my face but mostly of patches of stains of red blood on my vagina, and all over my stomach and some on my thighs from the knife cuts. I cant even move my thighs to get on to a colder area on the mattress without hissing, but what's so bad that I feel the need to touch myself.

After the sensations Dimitri had made me feel, my body has had a mind of its own and wants to be touched more. I feel disgusted in myself that my body had given in to him so quickly that I just want to die because I can't stand being used like this and I can't do anything to prevent it from happening once again.

It's bad enough that even though the pain in my lower half, it doesn't stop me from feeling against the rough material of the bed. Tears whelm up in my eyes at the pain but also at the pleasure I am giving myself. I need to stop. I shouldn't be doing this. I'm giving in. Why can't my body be controlled by myself than being a demon and using me?

I bury my head into the pillows, a gasp escaping through my mouth as I try to get the feeling to go away. Why am I feeling this? Is it because my body loves the feel of his touch that it needs more? Or is it because I am such a slut that I need pleasure to overcome my hormonal needs?

Either way I am a slut and Dimitri is right. I'm just a sick whore who just wants to feel pleasure and get off from being fucked so hard that she as to scream like a bitch to get what she wants. More tears fall down my cheeks as I move myself, my hand on my chest had some how moved down in between my thighs as I continued to rub against the sheets.