Mine

Chapter Thirteen

Sorry for the short chapter 😬
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The blood in my head was pounding as I got thrown into my cell. Electricity lingered in my mind as I hit the floor. Bucky's arms instantly wrap around me once he enters the cell. His breathing slows once I was wrapped in his arms. He seems so unfazed  about his torture while I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. Cry until the pain disappears.

They want me to forget. Forget my past. My friends. My family. My love. My everything. That's what the electricity is for, but i'm not breaking. That's exactly what they want me to do; break. Then they can make me into their personal assassin. I would be just like Bucky, but I can’t let that happen. Never in a million years. Even if I am stuck in this place for a million years, I will never work for them.

“(Y/n).” Bucky speaks.

I hum in response, knowing my voice would be weak from screaming all day. His finger turns my head to look at him. He stares into my eyes before they trail down to my lips. Oh no. Without a second though his lips were already placed on mine. I instantly felt the passion in the kiss, but there was no sparks. No sparks like how Steve kissed me.

I attempted to push him away, but that only caused him to pull me closer. He kissed me like some sort of animal, and it kind of scared me. I knew if this continued any more, things would escalate. If I hit him, he will hit me back harder.

“Bucky.” I say, placing my hand against his chest.

The little connecting made him stop for a second, letting me push him off of me fully. I stood up, putting enough distance between us. The glare Bucky gave me made me shiver in fear. I put my hands up in the air, meaning I mean no harm.

“You don’t love me?” He asks.

“Well n-”

I got cut off, “You don’t! I knew it, that's why you didn't wanted to escape at the hotel. I will make you love me, even if it is the last thing that I ever do.”

“You need to understand that you took me from my home, from the place where I lived with my family.”

“With captain America.”

“Yes, Steve Rogers. He is your best friend, well was.”

“T-that name, I know that name.”

Bucky relaxes as I slowly inch my way towards him. He was the scared person now, not knowing what to do. “Steve’s misses you dearly, you need to come home with me. Then you can leave this place behind.” I softly say, wrapping my hand around his.

“No.” Bucky pulls away his hand. “Steve Rogers is my Mission, he has your heart. I need to kill him for it.”