Someone get me some holy water and a priest. I have a problem.
DarylDixon'sLover: Yeah, Rumlow's an ass. Who definitely needs to die.
Azure83: Bucky may not know what he did now, but he will later. Which will cause some problems.
Tiphanie: It only gets worse. If it ever gets too triggering, I won't be mad if you don't read it. I know I get triggered sometimes when I write things like this, but so far I've been okay. I was a little hesitant to even put this part in detail, but I figured it's best if I get it out of my system. It's how I gotta work through things. Write it. Libby is in far worse than hell now.
RosiePosie15: Pierce deserves a freaking award for worst father ever. He's going to die a slow, painful death eventually. Very slow, and very painful. But I'm glad you like the story!
Enjoy!
I ended up dragging myself to the bathroom. I had tried to stand, but had been torn in half with pain, falling back to the floor. I had major carpet burn, but I didn't care. It was just another thing to add to the pain I was already feeling. I started the shower, leaning pitifully on the side of the tub. I couldn't cry anymore. I had no tears left. My whimper was even pitiful, half-hearted as I hauled myself into the tub, just sitting under the spray, not caring about the temperature.
I watched as blood mixed with water and semen, flowing down the drain. Even under the water I still felt dirty. Like I couldn't wash what had happened off. I couldn't. I knew I couldn't. I shouldn't have even bothered. I knew it wasn't over for me. Rumlow said he'd be back. That was only the first act. There was still another coming.
I turned the water on warm and grabbed my washcloth and soap, scrubbing my skin until it was raw. I scrubbed the rest of the Asset's semen off my back, as well as in between my legs. I pulled myself from the shower, the warm water having relaxed my muscles just a tad. I leaned against the counter, staring at myself in the mirror. My jaw was slightly bruised from where Rumlow had gripped it, and a nasty bruise on my hip from the Asset. My ass was raw from his pants rubbing against my skin, and I was sure I was bruised between my legs, if I could see inside.
I brushed my teeth before limping out of the bathroom, grabbing a baggy t-shirt, before staring at my bed. The comforter was wrinkled, a small tear in the middle from the Asset's metal hand. There was a blood stain on the side and the smell of sweat was heavy in the room. I sighed, knowing the bed was only going to be defiled more. I sucked it up, sliding under the covers before rolling on my side, staring out the window. How easy it would be to just throw myself through it, then run. Get out. But they'd find me. They always would.
I wasn't sure how long I laid there before the door opened. I tensed, waiting to hear Rumlow's voice, but I was surprised.
"I brought you some water." My father said, walking around the bed. "And a sandwich. I thought you'd be hungry." He set both down on my nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed. "You understand why this had to happen, right?" I didn't say anything, just kept my eyes trained on the tree outside my window. "Why we had to go to these extensive measures. If you weren't so hardheaded. This all could have been avoided."
I waited until he left before I moved, sitting up slightly. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was my fault. Curse my hardheadedness. I grabbed the water, gulping half of it down. I was thirsty, my throat raw from screaming. I wasn't sure I had anything left after that. I didn't know when Rumlow was going to be back, so I guessed I should eat up. I didn't know when I'd have a chance to again.
The peanut butter and jelly was mocking me. It was such an innocent sandwich, I almost felt dirty eating it. I wasn't innocent anymore. I didn't deserve it. Kids ate peanut butter and jelly. Innocent children. Children who didn't understand the evils in the world. The evil I'd endured over the past few weeks. It made me sick, but I knew I needed to eat it. No matter how dirty it made me feel.
I was almost asleep, almost in the grasp of my nightmares when the door was slammed shut. Or at least it sounded that way to my half asleep brain. He was on me in a second, tearing the covers off, exposing me to the cool air. He straddled my waist, holding me down as I fought him. It was half-heartedly, but I still fought, knowing if I did what he wanted, it would be over quicker.
I yelped as he jerked my arms over my head, using a rope to tie them together. His fingers trailed down my arms to my t-shirt, one hand moving to his belt, grabbing a knife before I was suddenly exposed to the air. I squirmed, but he wrapped his hand around my neck, cutting off my air.
"The more you fight, the harder it will be." He said, tracing my cheek with the flat side of the knife.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes as his hands cupped my breasts. His calloused fingers were rough on my skin, and I tried to ignore the feeling as he tweaked my nipple, making goosebumps rise on my skin. I shivered slightly at the feeling, appalled at my body for having that reaction. Rumlow chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against my throat, tangling his hand in my hair to expose more skin.
I whimpered as he bit down, leaving bruises in his wake, clear down to my chest. Another whimper left me as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.
"Keep acting like that and it will be over before you know it." He said, his voice husky.
He slid down my body, biting at the skin around my belly button before he pulled my knees apart, making me wince. I was still sore from the first act, and I knew this wasn't going to feel good. His hands ran down my thighs as he stared at me, a predatory look in his eyes. He leaned down, breathing warm air over my sensitive skin and I wiggled my arms trying to get free. The ropes bit at my skin, and it seemed like the more I struggled, the tighter they got. I glowered at him as he was preoccupied, closing my hands into fists. I moved my arms, swinging them as he lifted his head again, catching his jaw.
"You little bitch!" He yelled, grabbing my hands with one of his, the other going around my neck, cutting off my air. "I was going to go easy on you, but it looks like you haven't quite learned your lesson yet."
He released my neck, making me cough as air rushed back into my lungs. He undid his pants, pulling his length out before he was shoving himself inside me. My scream was broken, harsh against my raw throat as he slammed into me. No warning, no time to adjust. I was already sore, but now I was being torn in half again. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them over my head again. I turned my head, trying to look away from him as he thrust into me, but he wasn't having that. He wrapped his hand around my neck again, pulling me back to look at him.
"This is your fault." He said, his voice breathy from the exertion. "It's all your fault. You brought this on yourself. Just keep telling yourself that." He said, smirking down at me.
My walls clenched around him and his smirk disappeared, a groan leaving his lips. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the pain, the sound of Rumlow's grunts and moans as he pounded into me. A tear rolled down the side of my face, falling into my hair. It was my fault. It was all my fault.
Rumlow pulled out of me, rubbing his length before he came on my stomach and chest.
He took a moment to breathe before he ran his thumb over my stomach, gathering some of his semen. He shifted forward slightly, running his thumb over my lips.
"Next time, we're gonna use that pretty little mouth of yours. How would you like that? Sucking the Asset's cock. Making him come. Drinking it all up-" He jerked back as I bit his thumb. "You bitch." He grabbed my jaw again, making me whine as he forced my mouth open. "Feisty little thing, aren't you." He used his free hand to wipe up some semen from my chest. "We'll break that." He said, forcing his fingers into my mouth, almost shoving them down my throat. He was salty on my tongue, making me gag. "I'm not nearly finished with you yet. Now," He removed his fingers, gathering more semen. "You're going to clean this up." He said, forcing his fingers into my mouth again.
I was sure I blacked out at some point. I was humiliated. Even more so than before. After he'd cleaned every last drop from my skin, he'd forced me on my hands and knees, shoving his half-hard length into my mouth. I'd been so busy trying not to suffocate, I didn't think about biting him. He was merciless, hitting the back of my throat as he nearly ripped my scalp off. I was sure I'd passed out for a moment from holding my breath, because the next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees, my face shoved in the pillow as he pounded into me again. My thighs were raw, and I was sure my insides were as well. I yelped as there was a sharp pain on my ass, and I became aware of how badly it was stinging. I cried out again as the sharp pain continued.
"There's my girl." He said, lifting me by my hair so I was on my hands and knees. "I wanna hear you scream." He said, giving a particularly hard thrust.
I sobbed, trying to wiggle away, but I just got leather wrapped around my neck, pulling tightly in response. I raised one hand, finding them untied, but my wrists were nearly bleeding. I slipped it between the belt, and my neck, trying to find some way to get air into my lungs. I was nearly numb between my legs by the time he gave a final hard thrust before pulling away, turning me around before shoving his cock down my throat again, releasing into my mouth. I choked on his seed, some of it dripping out of my mouth.
Rumlow released me and I sat there on my hands and knees, shaking. Tears and snot were running down my face as I felt something dripping between my thighs, running down the backs of my legs. I coughed as I tried to inhale deeply, my throat raw, mouth dry. Rumlow had collapsed backwards on my bed. He glanced over at me, smirking.
"You look gorgeous like this." He said, running his fingers over my sweaty face, brushing my hair from my forehead. "So wrecked. All innocence gone." His fingers slid lower. "Do you want some water? You look a little parched." He said, running his thumb over my chapped bottom lip. He groaned as he sat up, tucking himself back in his pants. "I think I may have busted a nut. You really had me going. Just wait until the guys here about this."
My face flushed at his words. I didn't know why I was surprised. His team had probably seen the video already. Me getting ruined by the Asset. They had probably gotten off on it. I could see them, standing in a circle, all jerking off, watching me getting ruined. Of course he'd tell them about this. I felt shame rise up in me, tears starting to fall again. I was surprised I even had any left. Not after everything that had happened to me. But still, I found myself collapsing on the bed, gripping the sheets and sobbing out of shame, humiliation and pain.