Rumlow is one sick bastard. That's all I can say.

DarylDixon'sLover: You got that right!

Tiphanie: She's in the gas leak alright. And I'm glad you like her name. I literally just came up with her middle name on the spot, going with what came to mind first, and that was it. I actually really like it. Rumlow is definitely a pretty twisted guy. And poor Libby is already partially broken. Rumlow's just gonna make things much, much worse. I don't know how much fighting she's gonna be able to do now.

Enjoy!

"Broken ankle...separated shoulder...multiple lacerations on back of left arm...broken nose...bruised cheek...possible blindness in right eye. Malnourished, severely dehydrated. Concussion."

"Get her some water and food before she passes out." Rumlow said. "I need her awake for this."

"She may need surgery on her shoulder to reset it properly."

"That can wait. She'll need more than that after I'm done with her." Rumlow said, cracking his knuckles.

I sunk back a little in the chair, as the doctor prodded my face some more. My dad had left, having more important things to do, leaving me in the hands of HYDRA. So far they had been nice, but I knew the ugly side. It was staring right at me.

"Send that to Pierce." Rumlow said, speaking to the doctor. "He'll make the final decision." He moved towards me, squatting down so we were eye-level. "Hi sweetheart. I don't think we've ever been properly introduced. My name's Brock, but you can call me Rumlow. Everyone does." His tone was mockingly sweet. "We're going to know a lot about each other after this is over. His hand cupped the left side of my face, sliding down to my chin. "He roughed you up pretty good, but I don't think you'll be able to walk after I'm done with you." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair I was sitting in. "Your daddy had some questions he wanted me to ask you. Tell the truth, and I'll go easy. Lie to me...well, just reflect back on what I said earlier. Do you understand me, princess?" I nodded. He gripped my chin harder, pulling me forward so our noses were almost touching. "I want to hear you say it." He growled.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Yes, what?"

I swallowed, slightly disgusted. "Yes, sir." I said, louder.

He smirked, leaning back away, releasing me. "I like hearing you say that. Maybe if you survive this I'll recruit you. Put you on my team. Then I can hear you say it all the time."

I bit back a remark, goosebumps forming on my skin. I was suddenly remembering all the times I purposely left because they were coming over. This was definitely one of those reasons I did that. They were all a bunch of sick bastards.

"What do you know about Project Insight?" Rumlow asked, standing up.

"Nothing. Just the name, and something about a helicarrier." I said.

I jumped slightly as he slammed his hands down on the chair arms, leaning in close to my face. "What was it I said about lying?"

"I'm not lying." I said, my voice raising in panic. "I didn't have time to read it. I saw HYDRA and panicked."

"Why would you do a thing like that?" He asked, smirking a little.

"I'm not stupid. I know-"

My words were cut off as his hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off my airway.

"Don't use that tone with me, little girl. You're not in a position to be sassy. I'm not under strict orders like the Asset was. I can mark you up all I want, however I want." He released me, shoving me back in the chair, making me bite my lip as my shoulder was jostled. "And I'm starting to think threats aren't really working for me. The Asset couldn't even break you completely. Your father was right. You are headstrong." He said, taking a knife from his belt. "I like the strong ones. They're more fun to break."

The Asset jerked in his seat as a scream echoed down the hall. The guards all shifted, even the doctors pausing as they checked him over. His handler had told him to expect that, and to enjoy it as the girl he'd kidnapped and fought with was finally taught to comply. Much like he was. He didn't remember, of course, he just knew. He was a soldier meant to carry out missions. He wasn't supposed to feel. But now he didn't have a mission. He'd given his handler his mission report, and he was told to sit and wait for his next mission. He'd done it a hundred times before. But usually, he didn't bring back bodies. Much less live ones.

So when another scream echoed down the hall, he tensed. A part of him, a part he didn't know wondered what they were doing to her. His handler had asked if he wanted to do it. But he hadn't said anything. It wasn't part of his mission. He wasn't supposed to feel anything. He wasn't supposed to ask questions. He was confused. His head hurt.

A third scream, this one a desperate cry of 'please' that was cut off far too early rang through the hall and his blood was boiling. But he wasn't entirely sure why. He didn't understand. He reached out, grabbing the doctor's wrist before the man could touch him, feeling the bones shatter under his metal hand. The guards turned their guns on him as the second doctor restrained him in the chair. He seethed, fighting against the restraints, but they were designed for him, designed to keep him under control in a situation like this, when he could possibly break the wall put up by wiping his memories. But that didn't stop him as he fought for a reason even he couldn't quite understand.

My body was burning. The chair had been flipped, landing in a corner when he'd thrown me. He was strong, but not quite as strong as the Asset. I suppose it hurt more because I was already beat up and severely injured. But he had a knife, and he wasn't afraid to use it. The Asset had several weapons on him, but he never used one the entire time, relying only on his strength. Huh. I really was weak.

I screamed as Rumlow's boot came down on my broken ankle. The sound echoed around the vault, and probably out into the hallway. I wasn't sure who all was in the bank, but if they didn't know I was there before, they did now.

Rumlow grabbed a fistfull of my hair, yanking me back to my feet. He pulled me back against his chest, wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me up, the other, still holding the knife, grabbed my chin, tilting my head back.

"This position..." He ground his hips against my ass. "You and I are going to get to know it very well."

I struggled, landing an elbow to his ribs, making him grunt slightly. He growled, grabbing my left arm and yanking it behind my back. I screamed again, tears running down my face.

"Separated shoulder. Doesn't feel good, does it? You're just lucky he didn't rip it right off. He can get a little rough sometimes. Forgets his own strength. Lucky for you, I like things a little rough." He said, licking the tears from my cheek.

I whimpered, struggling against him.

"Mm, I wouldn't do that too much. You're getting me all excited."

I stilled, my breaths shaky, broken up by quiet sobs. The tears were still falling, my shoulder feeling like it was being ripped off.

"Ah yes. The feeling of an innocent soul being tattered. You're breaking, princess. You can't hide that from me. I've broken enough people to see it." His free hand slid up my shirt, his skin rough, calloused against my stomach.

"No. No." I struggled again. "Please." I sobbed, trying to get him off me. "Please!"

He shoved me down, my head hitting the concrete and everything was black. Again.

Rumlow stared down at Olivia, her body limp on the floor by his feet. Maybe he'd thrown her down a little too hard. She was already concussed. This just meant a longer recovery time. He could have taken her then, but he wanted her to be awake. Clean. Not smelling like vomit and blood and panic. He wanted her healed up so she could fight him when he broke her completely. He was going to drag this out. Make her suffer longer. But for now, he had a restless Asset to entertain before their real work began.