Warning: Actions of Domestic Abuse.
The cell the captain laid was cold, dark and murky. There was no source of light, but he almost appreciated that because, with his current state, he wasn't sure he could handle the light shining in his eyes.
He hasn't seen Natasha in a few days and he didn't care. He didn't want to give in, but he underestimated the effect lack of water had on him. He would do anything for a glass of water.
Currently, he was leaning against the wall as he sat in the corner. His mouth was dry so he was constantly licking his lips. As he tried to focus on anything other then his thirst the door opened and the blonde came walking in with boots going up to her knees, the sound echoed in his ears.
She came toward him placing her cold hands on his chin to lift it up, she was giving him a wicked smirk. Her green eyes made their way to his spine causing him to shiver.
"You don't look too good Captain." She spoke, her voice was smooth yet terrifying. "Do you want some water?" She asked and as if on cue a man came walking in placing a tray down on the table, bringing her the glass of water before leaving the room and closing the door shut. They were smart.
She gently brought the cup to her own lips taking a sip as if taunting him. Steve could only stare at the water he so desperately needed.
"This act you have going on," She said. "Can't last forever, no one is coming to get you."
"I know that," he said, those were his first words in days and Natasha couldn't help but smirk at the sound of his voice. Much weaker than when she last heard it.
"Then why do you play this game? Don't do that to yourself. You're too handsome to die without having a bit of fun first," She said running her hand down his arm in a loving manner.
Steve was divided, he couldn't bring himself to ignore her words, she was a seductress and was damn good at her job. He couldn't deny his attraction to her, but who was.
"Okay I am done with these games Loverboy," She said and gave him the glass of water, he in return gave her a skeptical look. "What? Don't trust me? Please if I was going to kill it wouldn't be from dehydration."
Steve couldn't bother to ponder her words because he was downing the cup of water. Nothing has ever felt as nice as the cold water running down his dry and rough throat.
Natasha moved so her legs were straddling him, they both were holding eye contact as he moved his lips away from the cup. Her fingers were sliding up and down his arms in a way he just couldn't ignore anymore.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because it's fun." She answered simply then moved away from his body, Steve watching her every move like a hawk. She offered him a hand. "My friend, as you just saw is leaving to get me more supplies." She said. "Which means we are all alone"
"I am not having sex with you," He said flatly causing Natasha to laugh.
"Do you really think so low of me loverboy?" She asked pretending to look offended. "You are not a prisoner anymore, I am going to show you your room."
Reluctantly Steve took Natasha's hand, knowing there was no way out of whatever game she was playing. The walked out of the room he stayed in and for the first time Steve was able to see the house. It was big, but what did he expect.
She walked in front of him, her hips swaying and she released his hand. Steve wanted to run for it but he was sure that there was no escape. She leads him to a nice clean bright room, very different to what he used to stay in. He gave her a look of confusion.
