A/N: Small update. Next chapter it goes down. Trigger warning. Rape.

"What's our ETA?" Steve asked from the back of the jet. They were in route to the cabin they believed Brock was holding Londyn. It had taken them three hours to sift through her pictures and locate the cabin. Then another 4 to actually use the satellite to pull images up. They narrowed it down to two cabins. They would take the Quinjet to a remote location and hike the rest of the way. They wanted to scope out the place before they stormed the castle. Steve was bouncing on the balls of his feet. It had almost been a full 72 hours since he had seen Londyn and he hoped he would find her relatively unharmed. From the surveillance at the warehouse they all determined she had been shot. Hopefully Brock had gotten her some medical attention.

Bucky was decked out in his Winter Soldier gear facemask and goggles included. His expression underneath it all, was murderous. He had wanted to just head over to the cabin as soon as they had narrowed down where she was. But Steve wanted to wait. He wanted to make sure she would not get hurt in the process and didn't want the team to be walking into a trap. It would be pointless to attempt to save Londyn if they were all going to die in the process leaving her utterly alone.

So here he sat counting the seconds (Literally) until they touched down.

Brock knew it was time to pull Londyn out of the chamber but he wanted to make sure she would be compliant. He hadn't so much as heard a peep from her since he placed here there. He had checked on her a few times through the monitor. If she wasn't crying she was sleeping. If she wasn't sleeping she was talking to herself. He had broken her. She was muttering incoherently and darting her eyes to and from. He felt a little bad but it was the only way to persuade her mind. After all her feelings for him were still there he just needed a blank slate to bring them to the surface. He did not want to mistreat Londyn. If anyone else had dared to touch her he would smite them where they stood. He justified his actions because he felt that she was his and no one else's. Nobody else deserved her. He would be damned if Steve thought he was going to get a happily ever after with her.

Brock walked over to the machine and opened the lid. Londyn squinted as her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.

"Are you ready to come out and behave?"

"..."

Londyn remained silent. She could barely form a coherent thought. The isolation had proved taxing on her and she would do almost anything to not have to go back inside. Brock gently lifted her out of the machine and carried her to the other bedroom's bathroom.

"You need a shower. Hurry up dinner will be ready by the time you're finished."

Londyn nodded her head and stepped into the shower. The warm water helped relax her stiff muscles. Her hands were shaky as she unwrapped the bandage from her thigh. The stitches were still in place and the wound did not appear to be infected. She let out a sigh of relief. Her world was slowly becoming dark again. She hadn't felt this down since she was living with her parents. Londyn sat down in the shower and began to cry. Nobody was coming to save her. Steve, Bucky, Tony not one of the Avengers. The recording that had been playing over and over had assured her of that.

Clean with a fresh set of clothes on Londyn was sitting at the table picking at the food Brock had made. She didn't have much of an appetite. The only thing floating through her mind was taking the fork she was holding and plunging it into her jugular.

"Kitten, you really need to eat. You look unwell. Please eat." Brock motioned to her plate as he took a sip of wine from his glass. Londyn glared daggers at him. Instead of arguing back she simply picked up a piece of chicken and began the arduous task of chewing and swallowing. It felt like sandpaper going down.

"Happy now? I ate." Londyn let her fork clatter onto the plate. Signaling she was done.

"More."

"I'm not hungry. I don't feel good." Londyn crossed her arms.

"Which is why you need to eat."

Slamming her fist down onto the table Londyn swiped her plate to the ground.

"I said I'm not fucking hungry. But clearly you hearing is fucked up still."

Brock let out a laugh and wiped his mouth.

"Still?"

"Yes, still. I'm here even though I don't want to be. Yet you still keep me here. You are still under the delusion that I want to be with you. Still thinking I could ever look at you like I use to."

Londyn got out of her seat and began to walk away. Brock grabbed her and pulled her up against him. Her back to his chest and his arm wrapped around her torso.

"You know I don't like it when you walk away from me." Brocks lips ghosted over her ear. He began to plant kisses along her neck. Londyn tried to wiggle out of his embrace. Brock tightened his grasp.

"I want to keep my hands to myself but you are so fucking sexy when you pout." Brock's hand aggressively cupped her breast. Londyn took this opportunity to throw her head back. It connected with Brock's nose and he immediately released her. Howling out in pain Brock covered his nose and swore.

"You fucking bitch. You broke my nose."

Londyn stumbled backwards her feet hitting the couch. Brock walked over to her and yanked her up by her shirt. He reared back his hand and slapped Londyn across her face. His hand came back down and this time the back of his hand connected with her face. Brock threw Londyn to the ground. She landed on her stomach.

Brock hovered over her.

"You don't want to fulfill your duties as a wife willingly I will make you. After all the good book says you can't rape what's yours."

Londyn tried to crawl away. Brock placed his knee onto her back immobilizing her. He began to undo his belt buckle. Once his pants were removed he began to take off Londyn's who was screaming and pleading for him to stop. Her cries fell upon deaf ears. Londyn tried desperately to crawl away. Her injuries hindered her severely. Not that she was any match for Brock. Brocks fingers plunged into her. Trying to prepare her. It wouldn't. He pulled her back and gripped her hips and sank his cock into her womanhood.

Londyn let out a cry. Brock held down her face against the carpet. His hips rocking caused her face to burn from the friction. Londyn closed her eyes and prayed that death would take her. She prayed that God would just end her suffering right then and there. After realizing God wasn't going to help her Londyn just laid there silently as Brock had his fill of her. Brock came hard and collapsed onto Londyn's back.

"Next time you will do well to remember to listen." Brock go off of her and yanked her up by her hair.

"You need some more time to think." He forced her down the hallway back to the room that housed the machine.

"When i let you out next time I expect your full cooperation in all things."

Brock forced her inside and closed the door. If his calculations were right the avengers would be here soon and he needed to put the next phase of his plan into motion.