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Chapter Two: Two Days

Two days.

Two days ago, Bucky had been discarded in my cell. Two days ago, I had to a custom myself to my roommates snoring. It wasn't loud, but I had become used to being alone, so it was still disrupting my sleep.

We had decided to get to know each other. We spent the last two days talking about our lives.

I told him about how I was captured on the way to a job interview. He told me stories of his childhood friend Steve, his time in the 107th and the other Commandos to pass the time between meals and group time.

Bucky had also unwillingly witnessed more than one forced intimacy. He had moved to intervene, but I explained what happened to the last person who did.

He promptly threw up in the hall.

At the moment, we were strolling around the area designated for group time, trying to find something positive to think about to block out the rape happening a few feet away.

"Once, I helped my mother give birth to my sister." Bucky murmured softly, keeping his eyes on the floor.

"Really? You haven't mentioned any sisters." I raised my eyebrow at him. Now I was very curious.

"You never asked." He replied, glancing around the room.

"I've always wanted siblings, but I suppose it wasn't meant to be. My mother passed six years ago, my father two years before that." I admitted shyly.

He reached over the small distance between us and gently squeezed my wrist. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you."

We spent the rest of group time making fun of the sick people in lab coats.

"Alright, wise guy, it's your turn." I declared, playfully kicking my roommate in the leg. "Most embarrassing moment involving girls."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Do I look like I'm the type to get embarrassed around dames, doll?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm pretty sure you're full of it. All of it is an act you put together. You want to appear macho and charming. I see through you, Bucky Barnes."

We held straight faces for all of six seconds and then we laughed.

The cell door burst open and armed men in those strange uniforms rushed into the room, shouting at us. "Get on the floor, now! Face down! Put your hands behind your back!"

My heart kicked up and fear raced through my veins as I was shoved on the floor.

Three of the armed men restrained Bucky and forced him to stand.

I began to push myself up and protest the moment they started dragging him toward the door. "No! Bucky! Leave him alone! Let him go!"

An armed goon grabbed hold of my arms, pulled them behind my back and applied pressure to my lower back to keep me in place. Pain blossomed through my lower back and I cried out against my will.

Bucky struggled hard, his restrained hands behind him. His face reddened and his eyes flashed in anger. "Hey! Leave her alone, you filthy Nazi!"

The goons holding him cursed angrily and the one who wasn't holding or pressing on us stalked forward to punch Bucky in the face. He casually straightened up and tugged the bottom of his uniform jacket down, leveling Bucky a cool gaze with ice blue eyes. "You will come with us, vermin."

"Like hell I am." Bucky growled defiantly, glaring at the German.

"Then you leave us no choice." The German replied coolly and evenly.

The pressure on my lower spine lifted and I was hefted bodily onto my knees. Pain exploded through my head, as it was jerked back, a cry of pain leaving my lips.

Something cold and hard was jabbed under my jaw, the shape digging into my skin.

"You will submit, Alpha, and come with us." The cold voice of the German assaulted my ears."If you do not comply, measures will be taken to ensure you will not meet again."

My blood turned to ice when I heard a familiar click close to my jaw.

"No! Wait!" Bucky shouted, voice and eyes betraying his urgency. His shoulders slumped, the fight visibly leaving his entire body. "I will comply."

"No." The word was barely a whisper falling from my numb lips.

There was no end to what they could do to him. They could torture him, kill him, make him do despicable things for their sick amusement.

He was a better man than that.

I watched helplessly, tears dripping down my cheeks as the Germans dragged his limp body from my cell.

Two days.

It had been two days since the Germans had taken Bucky away, and I had yet to see him.

I was getting worried.

I walked to group time, dragging my unwilling feet as much as possible.

"Josie!" A familiar voice called.

My head snapped up and my relief soared through the roof. Bucky looked much the same as when he was taken. I immediately made my way to the far side of the room, where he was leaning against the wall.

"Bucky! Are you alright? Did they hurt you? Where we're you? What did they do?" I launched one question after another in rapid succession.

I looked him over and I couldn't see any evidence that they'd hurt him, but that didn't mean a thing.

"Relax, Josie, one at a time." He laughed, raising his hands. "I'm fine, no, they took me to another cell and nothing."

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. His answers didn't fit my expectations. "What do you mean, they didn't do anything? Why would they take you, if they didn't want something?"

Bucky shrugged. "They kept going on about separation and something about 'the initiative' whatever that is."

"They wanted to separate us? Then why put you in my cell to begin with?" I asked, frowning. Something wasn't adding up.

"I don't know, doll. Whatever it is, I won't let anything bad happen to you, alright?" Bucky assured me, in his soft voice and smooth accent.

We talked about less disturbing topics for the rest of group time.

I kept thinking about the questions and situation with Bucky as I lay on my mattress.

I was confused over the whole thing and I had a bad feeling about the entire business.

The Germans wanted something. They were up to something.

So, what did they want?