Mine

Chapter Three

My tears blurred up my vision, making is hard to see what I am doing. I was attempting to get the bandana loose from around my wrists. I tried forcing one of my hands out, but that didn't work. I also tried to cut the bandana with the side of the bathtub, stupid I know. Now I am attempting to make as much noise, which also isn't working.

I know I can't escape, I literally can't do anything. The most I can do is get to my feet. I can't just get up and leave out of the door, it is locked. Being stuck in this bathroom gave me time to think actually. Like why was Bucky at the tower? How did he get in, nothing was broken anywhere. How come Jarvis didn't pick up the new person in the tower?

-twelve days later-

My body started to get skinnier from the lack of food. I attempted to get something to drink, but the bandana just soaked up the water, leaving me with nothing. Bucky hasn't been here since the first day I got here. I dropped to the floor, after I attempted to kick at the door. All I did was stub my toe.

Bucky has definitely forgot about me, I know it. How do you kidnap someone, then just forget about them? I don't know with myself if I am locked in here for another twelve days. Maybe I can just eat myself? That will help the pain, right?

I close my eyes as I attempt to get some sleep. Sleeping helps me forget about my empty stomach. I sleep through the pain. I drifted into a slumber, hearing the sound of a door open. Wait. that was not in my dream, I am not even fully asleep yet. I open my eyes to see Bucky towering over me, his stone face looking down at my fragile body.

He didn't even detect that I was hurting, instead he just picked me up. He practically dragged me to the hotels couch. I sat down as he was pointing to it. Once I sat down he grabbed a knife out of his back pocket. He held the knife to my face, cutting the bandana that kept me quiet for those twelve days. My hands were sadly still tied together as Bucky put away the knife.

"Я скоро уйду." he said. (I have to leave soon)

"I can't understand you, can you speak english?" I ask.

His eyebrows scrunch up like he didnt understand me. Yet, it looks like he was thinking.

"Bucky?" I ask.

His eyes set on me, and I saw a look of anger in his eyes. His eyebrows were scrunched up. With his metal arm he literally punches me off the couch. I fall on my back, quickly throwing up my arms to try and tell him i mean no harm. But, he jumped on me like a cat. His arms wrapping around my throat. I could feel his fingers getting tighter.

"My name is not Bucky." His voice was filled with venom. Now I know he can speak english.

I let out a small whimper as he punches me across the face again. His face drops the mean look once he saw the blood coming from the spot he punched me. My cheek was literally on fire, only because he punched me with his metal arm.

"мой котенок." he softly speaks, taking me into his arms. (My kitten)

My body shakes as his arms were protectively wrapped around my body. I could feel the coolness of the metal as he rubs circles on the side of my arm. I get more tense as he places kisses all over my face.

"Извиняюсь." he repeated over and over again. (Sorry)

I started to get super scare, either from his change of emotion or that he might leave me again. Having his arms around me make more goosebumps for on my arm. He could easily end me right now, he could take me out with one easy blow. I know it is going to happen, but not right now. He has this sort of attachment to me, and I don't know why.

His arms loosen around me as he gets up from where we were seated. He pulls me up with him, dragging me to the bathroom. I try to stop him, but his strength was too strong for me.

"I can't be stuck there again." I cry out.

Bucky doesn't stop, he still make his way to the bathroom. He opens the door by kicking it open. He then throws me in the room, my head hitting the sink. After that he slams the shut, locking it too. I run up to the door, trying to smack it open.

"I will die in here before you come back!" I yell out in frustration.

I wait for his footsteps to return to my door, but I hear nothing. He probably already left me. I sit on the tub, trying to think. My eyes scan the room, trying to think of anything that can get me out of this room. I look over everything twice, maybe there was different ways to use something. That was until my eyes landed on something. Something that could have saved me twelve days sooner.