Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

TWENTY THREE

I wish I didn't know what being so broken felt like... I guess wishes don't come true...

Warning!! It contains explicit scenes, including: swearing and rape. If you are sensitive to these things I suggest leave now. Or if you carry on, carry on. I'm warning you now.

Enjoy!!
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The road trip back to the base was agonizing, no one said a single  word. Peirce wasn't looking at us, but rather his pale blue eyes followed the scenery racing pass us in the opposite direction. The guards had no expression from the masks over their face, preventing Winter and I to even know if they're breathing or not.

Winter had a blank stare in his eyes, the only thing I noticed moving about him was his nose from breathing and his eyes from when he blinked. I felt trapped, I wanted to scream that I some how knew the man from the bridge, but I couldn't. It was like I was stuck in a state of my own thoughts swimming around my mind. All of them just as confusing as the next.

I pondered if that's why Winter was the way he was at this given time. I also wondered if I looked about the same.  With all these new, confusing, frustrating thoughts stuck inside my brain and most likely his too, I agreed with myself that it was the reason. I waited longer and longer for someone to say something, anything but, with the silence thick enough to cut it with a knife, I knew it wasn't going to happen. Peirce was way to fucking pissed at us to even breathe in our direction.

We were both scared shitless.  However, even that was an understatement.

After the long way back to the base, the back doors were whipped open and we were forced out. When they yanked me out, I collapsed from the bullet wound to my leg that I achieved earlier that day.  My arms the only thing supporting me whike my legs are limp. My head down and harsh breaths escape but when I look up, Peirce was looking down to me. He crouched his legs down in front of me and grabbed my face between his fingers. He brought his face close to mine.

"If you weren't such a fucking disappointment, maybe you wouldn't of been hurt." He hot breath was in my ear as he whispered to me. His other hand came close to me and he gripped my breast tightly making me pull away, or try to at least. All he did was smirk and trailed his index finger down to my stomach. He made his hand into a fist and punched me. "You like it rough don't you. Slut. That's what you are. My little slut. You and me are going to have some fun soon." Once again he whispered in my ear.

When he pulled away, my eyes where wide open and fear danced around them. My body shook and I heaved, hunching over but nothing came up. My throat was on fire, my saliva tasted vile. Sweat glistened my face. I heard his laugh, that disgusting laugh and that made me go again. I couldn't stand up, so the guards simply dragged me by my arms. I finally stopped and looked up with exhausted eyes.  Winter was looking at me, he didn't know what was going to happen. He probably will soon.

I shuddered at the thought.

I looked to Winter and shook my head. Telling him I was fine when I knew and he most definitely knew I wasn't. But he let it go, purely because we where getting dragged down different hallways. Winter to the cell and me. Well, I'm going to Pierce. I looked at Winter's face until I couldn't anymore. Savouring his every feature, hoping to myself that maybe it would be a bit more bearable. Oh how I was wrong.

The minute I was in a room with the devil himself, he locked the door and pushed me up against it. His old wrinkly face staring at my body like I was a piece of fucking meat. I hated it. I hated him, but I couldn't do anything. It was against his orders. So I had to allow him to take my shirt off revealing me in my black bra. I allowed him to yank my boots away from my feet. But when he got to my pants, I lashed out and shoved him away as his fingers got to my button and zipper, making him hit the side of a corner.