Day 17- Peter Parker

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TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of rape
Y/N had said two words since their captivity started. And every time he heard them, Peter Parker flinched. He was tied to a chair. Right in front of a broken Y/N. They had been raped, again and again and again. And Peter had to watch each and every time. They raked knives down Y/N's arms and sides. They screamed at the pain.
    A door opened and Peter watched as Y/N tensed.
"I'm here Y/N, you're okay."
    "Peter, please." Y/N cried. Their eyes were squeezed shut, but no tears flowed. Tears had been used hours ago. Days ago, for all Peter knew. All Peter wanted was to make it stop. To gather Y/N into his arms and take them home. But he couldn't. All he could do was watch. Watch and wait for it to stop. This must be hell, Peter thought. In no other dimension could people that he loved be hurt so badly. Again, the man who had been overseeing the torture asked,
    "So, anything you'd like to tell us about the whereabouts of Steven Rogers?" Peter felt his tears burn hot down his cheeks.
    "I told you before, I don't know anything." That was the truth, but the man didn't take it as answer. He nodded and the man in the room with Y/N dug the knife into their shoulder, making them scream. Peter screamed as well.

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