Well, here's this.

DarylDixon'sLover: Yeah, I know. You'll probably be saying that a lot.

Tiphanie: You and me both. Libby's already breaking, and she's not done yet. Poor thing. I knew I saw something familiar in her. The three of us can be strong together.

RosiePosie15: She'll make her escape eventually.

Enjoy!

My ass was welted and cut up. He'd used the buckle end of his belt, the metal slicing the skin. I wouldn't be sitting anytime soon. The area between my legs was raw, like I had sandpaper shoved up there every time I moved. My sheets were stained with blood from where he'd torn me. My wrists were raw from tugging at the ropes, and the bruise on my jaw was only growing. There was another handprint on my neck, a trail of hickeys leading down my neck to my chest, as well as one by my bellybutton, and my scalp had bled in a few areas, staining my blonde hair around the roots. My lip was split a little. My eyes were dead as I looked at myself in the mirror.

I could hear Rumlow shuffling around in my room, changing the sheets. I sighed, limping over to the shower to start the water. I suppressed a whimper as I stepped into the tub, moving a little too much. I let the warm water wash over me, cleaning all of the blood, sweat and semen from my skin.

I winced as another body entered the shower, rough hands stilling mine as I scrubbed at my skin. With a gentleness I didn't know he possessed, Rumlow washed my skin, cleaning the remains from what he'd done to me from my skin. He turned me around, tugging me into his chest. He was all hard muscle, several scars littering his skin. Knife wounds, bullet wounds. The body of a fighter. I leaned my head against his shoulder, letting him wash my back, whimpering slightly as his hands ran over my ass. He shushed me, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he rubbed the skin with his bare hands.

I was stuck in a nightmare. The Asset was choking me with his metal hand, not letting up as Rumlow and his team stood around us, laughing. I jolted awake, breathing hard. Rumlow's arms were still tight around me, his breaths even against my back. My body was already screaming, protesting every little move I made. My ass was burning, as well as my thighs, and everywhere else was achy. I felt nauseous, my stomach clenching as a sweat broke out on my skin.

"Rumlow." I whimpered and he shifted slightly. It was too hot. "Rumlow." I whined, desperately trying to get out of his grip.

He finally released me and I flew out of the bed, running with a limp, probably looking like a wounded deer, into the bathroom, making it to the toilet right as I vomited. I white-knuckled the toilet seat as my body shook, emptying everything in my stomach into the toilet. I groaned, clutching my head as I flushed my vomit, tears falling down my face. I steadied my breathing as much as I could, brushing my teeth before heading back to bed. Rumlow had rolled on his back, watching me in the light that came in through the window. I groaned, curling up on my side on top of the blankets, my back facing him.

"Overdid yourself, huh." He said, running his fingers down my back.

I didn't say anything as I laid there, willing myself back to sleep, preferring to be asleep, in my nightmares, than awake living one.

Rumlow was thrusting into me when I woke up. My back was facing him, my leg thrown over his as he thrust lazily into me. One arm was wrapped around my chest, holding me down. I froze when I became aware of what was happening, Rumlow freezing with a groan as I clamped down around him.

"Fuck." He breathed. "I wondered how long it would take you to wake up." He said, voice rough. He slipped a hand down to my folds, feeling around with his fingertips until my body jerked, my back arching as pleasure shot through me. I was mortified as a moan slipped through my lips.

"Figured you should start enjoying this too." He said as he started rubbing that spot as he thrust into me.

It felt good. I was mortified as it felt good. I was nearly numb to his thrusts, but whatever he was doing on the outside, had my toes curling. And I hated it. My body shook, moans leaving my lips in time with his as his fingers, and his thrusts sped up. He leaned his nose against my neck, rubbing furiously as I cried out, warmth washing through me, my walls clamping around him, his hips jerking slightly. I gripped his hip as I trembled, intense pleasure washing through every fibre of my being. He pulled out of me, his hand leaving my folds to grip his length, his warm semen spurting out on my ass and thigh. I laid there, limp in his arms as his fingers dipped into my core, pulling back them back out, bringing them to his mouth. I stared ahead of me as he licked his fingers clean, another groan leaving him.

"Sweet like I imagined." I felt bile rising in my throat. He patted my thigh, lifting it off his hip before he released me, getting out of bed. "I have to go into work today." He said, pulling on his boxers. "One of the boys is coming to watch you. Don't have too much fun while I'm away." I could hear the smirk in his voice.

I didn't move, laying there both his cum, and mine drying on my skin. My body was still trembling slightly. I felt disgusting. Mortified that I had just come like that. Right in his hands. He'd been brutally raping me just twelve hours ago, and now I was cumming in his hands just like that. I broke down crying, curling in on myself. My skin was crawling, a nauseous feeling filling me. I wanted to puke. I wanted to scream. I wanted to peel my skin off. I cried into my pillow, screaming until my throat was raw. I couldn't bring myself to move, not even when the other guard arrived and saw me completely nude. I couldn't bring myself to care though. I didn't care if my dad walked in at that moment and saw me. That's what he wanted, wasn't it? To see me completely broken like that. He probably would have enjoyed it.

I didn't move until Rumlow came home at the end of the day, the guard that had replaced him having enough respect to close the door and wait in the living room. Rumlow rolled me on my back, fucking me into the mattress, making me bleed before he passed out next to me, his arm thrown over my waist, not caring that I was bleeding on the sheets, covered in his semen. I hadn't eaten all day, and had very little to drink. I stayed still, staring emptily at the ceiling. I couldn't feel anything anymore, and I was sure extensive damage had been done to my private area. I couldn't even feel it when he tried to make me cum anymore. After this morning, there was nothing left. I was just an empty shell, a warm place with holes for him to fill for his own pleasure. There was nothing left of me.