You couldn't tell how long you had been locked in the dark. Weeks, month's maybe. All you knew is that Steve wasn't the same anymore. When he had woken you up that night, you had been overjoyed. He had wanted to go on a midnight training session alone in the park. That's not your idea of the perfect night, but you were just glad to spend some quality time with the super soldier. But, when he asked, you had failed to notice that his once soft eyes, were as cold and hard as ice. But you knew that now.
He had knocked you out and dragged you to god knows where; and you had sat chained to the floor ever since. Despite the dark, you could see the layout of the room.
It was fairly large. You had guessed the room was about 70 by 50 feet. To your left, (out of reach) was a wall full of torture devices. Knives that you knew too well, a gun that had only been shot once (into your ear you might add), and a car battery that had jumper cables with cuffs on the ends. Now that Steve was lost in his own mind, he was relentless and even took pleasure in hurting you for his higher-up whom was unknown to you.
To your right, a small stone wall separate from the rest hid your bathroom from prying eyes. But, with no shower your once clean skin was covered in dirt and grime. Because of the chains, you could barely reach the toilet.
Strait in front of you was the only way in and out. A tall, stone staircase to match the moss covered walls led up to a steel door that is most likely padlocked.
And in the middle, was you. Bloodied, chained, and without hope. Thankfully, Steve brought a pillow and blanket down every night so you didn't freeze completely. But, being a prisoner, there were not the best and were taken every morning. And he also brought you food but it was always in small portions throughout the days.
Just as you started to think about sleeping to pass the time, a blinding light appeared at the top of the stairs as the door opened. Despite the pain it caused your eyes, you didn't flinch because you had sat through far worse this past week. Outlined in said light, was Steve's muscular shape. You hadn't even noticed him leaving. A small glint diverted your eyes from his frame to a new knife he held by his leg.
"Ready?" Steve sneered. The once kind captain looked down the stairs at you with an animalistic smile on his face.
His "employer" had changed everything about the man you had once loved but never told. His soft blue eyes had hardened and cut through you whenever they met your (e/c) ones. His once sweet overview had been covered with layer upon layer of criminal like coldness. Even his uniform had changed! It had the same tight fit material that didn't leave much to the viewer's imagination, but the proud colors were gone. It was completely black beside the red pentagram on his right shoulder. His symbolic shield was now blood red and the mam no longer wore gloves. You mentally made a note to never let Steve wear black again if you two ever get out of there.
You had spaced out and came to when you felt white hot pain searing your arm. Before you could stop it, a loud scream escaped your throat. "Good job (f/n)! You get points for restarting today's session with some noise." You looked down to you forearm where Steve had pressed a knife that was glowing with heat, then back up to his face. "Please Steve. I know you're still in there somewhere." His eyes went from a joyful state, to one of anger. Steve slammed the hot metal down on your skin and held it down. You screamed. "Don't try to plead with me girl. You Steve is gone! I control this body now." he hissed in you ear. his voice had changed for a second. Deeper, and that of someone else. It happenes when he gets angry enough.
As to Steve being gone, you didn't know that is was a lie. In reality, Steve was captured in his own body. He was screaming with no sound, reaching out with no movement, and stopping without success. All he could do, was watch himself torture you.
Your screaming reduced to small whimpers as Steve took the blade off of your arm. He smiled cruelly and walked toward the other knives. Closing your eyes, you sent a silent prayer to God. When you opened your eyes again, Steve was gone. But so was another knife. "God won't help you know." Steve growled seductively in your ear. You hated how your body reacted to the low tone. You flinched as a rough hand rested on you shoulder, thumb stroking your neck soothingly. "You've been a good girl and Lucifer says that you should be rewarded for it." He was talking in that same agonizingly low tone, lips next to your ear. "How about it (f/n)? Do you want to have some fun? I know you want this body." He was right, you did want Steve, but not like this. Not when Steve's body was playing house to someone else. So when you felt lips press to your neck, you tried to crawl away. Steve saw this coming and used the hand on your neck to stop you.
Before Steve could say anything else, a loud crash was heard from the upstairs. Surprised, Steve looked up towards the door and froze. When he moved again, Steve looked hurt, and vulnerable. "They're here." he whispered. "Sammael won't be able to last much longer." He looked over at you and moved you head to meet his eyes. Face breaking out into a sadistic smile, he spoke again. "Better give them one hell of a show then!"
Before you knew it, both arms had the chains bolted tighter to the floor so you could no longer move them. Then, there was an almost unbelievable pain as Steve brought both his blades down onto your forearm, cutting you over and over again. You didn't care about keeping silent anymore. If there was a chance someone was up there trying to save you and the Cap, you wanted them to hear you. And honestly, it hurt like a bitch. Steve just laughed at your screams and kept cutting, but moving the placement of the blades. He cut wherever he could reach. Your hands, legs, shoulder, neck, you name it and had most likely been cut by the unforgiving metal. And while your mind was distracted by the pain, Steve had ripped your shirt open and it was now lying in shreds around the two of you. You screaming subsided as his eyes hungrily took in your chest. In past days, the blond man had pulled your shirt halfway up your torso (and you had the marks to prove it) but he had never taken it this far.
"You know, my offer still stands." Steve said, looking up from your shivering frame. "We can have a little fun if you'd rather." His sentence trailed off at the end as his eyes raked down your body. You flinched as his hands met your abused sides and his lips rested on your neck. "Get off of me!" you flailed as best as you could despite the chains. "I love Steve Rogers! Not the monster that has taken over!" As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted it. Pain erupted over your torso as Steve slashed his knife over your skin-and-bones frame. Blood flowed from the diagonal cut that now covered your marred skin.
Standing, Steve walked over to the wall with knives and you heard a click as a gas smell wafted over from the corner. You ignored what you knew was to follow and instead concentrated on the commotion from the upstairs. Listening, you could heat the battle cries of your teammates. A blast from Tony's repulsor, Hulk smashing the furniture to bits, and the crackling of Thor's mighty hammer. When you heard slow footsteps approaching, you turned your senses back onto the inevitable.
Now standing in front of you, Steve held a knife in each hand, but they were both heated this time. He grinned as he used his foot to push you onto your back. You winced as your shoulders popped from the strain. The Captain walked over you so one foot rested next to both of your sides. Then, at a slow pace, the blond beauty lowered his muscular body down to straddle your hips. You could feel your face start to burn as his hips met yours. "W-What are you doing?" you stammered. The 'Other Steve' only smiled. Hands put a knife on either side of your head then rested just under your bra. Steve leaned down pressing his body against yours. Soft lips pressed to the skin of your collar bone. Then kissed up your body before Steve bit down hard on the junction of your shoulder and neck. You could hear yourself swear as Steve pulled back, lips red with blood. He licked them slowly as the real Steve (hidden deep inside his own mind) shook with anger and disgust. The impostor in Steve grabbed the knives and put them on either side of your neck without touching the skin. But you could feel the heat. Fearful (e/c) eyes met cold and calculating blue ones. You braced yourself for the pain of hot metal slicing your throat, but it never came. You were surprised when the weight of Steve's body was lifted off of you.
"They'll find us any minute." Steve's expression was confused and lost. But that vanished as quick as it had came. It had now been replaced by a smile with no kindness. "Well, here we go! The fun officially begins now!" With an unseen speed, the super solider cut multiple strikes into your blood crusted torso and neck. The twin knives carved the almost parallel lines in your neck that had been threatened just seconds before. Your throat burned from all the previous screaming, yet you still let the sound escape.
Wind rushed by, stopping your screams as the metal door to your personal hell was knocked far from it's hinges. "Steve! You need to stop this now!" a familiar voice yelled. "This isn't the real you!" Steve ignored it. "Hey guys!" His voice was cheery, almost welcoming. But it held a hidden malice only you detected. "I was wondering how long it would take you to get here. You know how I love to draw?" The Avenger's team had now come down the stairs. They tried to talk, but Steve just barreled through. "Well, I thought I would try my luck at painting." He turned the upper half of his body towards his old team. "Want to see?"
AUTHORS NOTE
So, here's chapter one! Thanks for reading and a review would be greatly appreciated!
Sadly I failed to do research on names for my villain before posting this the first time and didn't know that Lucifer (The original name) was already a person. I wanted one that would be all my idea so I could shape them however I wanted... Please bear with me!