Well, the best place to have an allergic reaction to medication is at the hospital in the ER, I found out last night. I meant to get this one out last night, but I had some complications and spent four hours in the ER. So, I apologize.

DarylDixon'sLover: Yup. You're probably going to be saying that a lot.

Tiphanie: Libby is no more. You'll understand that in this chapter. Her chance is coming soon. Though she'll have an unlikely hero.

Anastacia Lynn: Nope. I'm pretty sure we all want to do that.

Guest: Yeah, I threw in a curveball there.

CJ/OddBall: Yup. She has finally broken. Rumlow and Pierce are getting what's coming to them. I've been having problems seeing reviews from after May 12th as well. It's happened before, and I've sent about six emails to their support line to try and get an answer. I just hope they'll fix it soon.

Guest: AWWW thank you so much! I played with the idea of her getting pregnant a little bit. If I were going to do it, I'd do it later in the story. Not quite at this moment, as that would complicate things a little bit more than I had intended. I can't say for sure if that's what's going to happen, but who knows?

Trisha316: They're both scumbags that deserve a painful death. That's what I say.

NadzKers12: I've never gotten evil genius before...it shouldn't make me feel as good as it does. My literature skills in this story are partly based on true events, so that's why I can write them so well. But thank you! That made my day so much better. Bucky's going to have some serious guilt. More than you know.

Enjoy!

"We've finally broken her, sir." Rumlow said as he stood in Pierce's office at SHIELD HQ.

"Good." Pierce said, facing the window overlooking the Potomac. "There's one last step. Finish her with the Asset before he's reset with his newest mission. Do it before next week when you leave on a mission with Captain America and Agent Romanoff."

"What are you going to do with her then?"

"The scientists have come up with a solution for her current disabilities. She's going to need a short time to recover. She'll be ready by the time our plan is put in action."

Rumlow smirked, nodding to Pierce as he dismissed him, making his way down to the garage. He had a stop to make before visiting his favorite person.

I lay curled up on the couch, numbly watching the news. I wasn't really processing anything I was hearing. Something about a Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian, a robbery, a fire at a bakery. I was wrapped in a robe, clothes not exactly the most comfortable at the moment. My ass was still a mess of welts and cuts, my private parts throbbing, torn up and slightly swollen. My jaw was bruised, and there was a trail of hickeys down my body. My wrists were still slightly red from the rope, but they weren't raw anymore. I prayed Rumlow wouldn't come home tonight. That he'd give me at least one night to heal. That was all that was left for me to hope. Maybe he'd be called away on a trip.

That hope went down the drain when he walked in the door, a smug look on his face. I didn't move, half expecting him to just rip my robe off and fuck me on the couch. But he didn't. He sat on the end, opposite my head, his eyes turning to the TV. I moved slightly, wincing at my body's protest, staring at him.

"What?" He asked, turning to stare at me. "I thought I'd give you a little break for a couple days. I've got somewhere special I'm taking you for the weekend."

I gulped, scared of what that entailed. But I got a couple days to heal. That was a plus. Though I was a little more concerned by the fact that he was no nonchalant about it. Like he hadn't raped me constantly for the past couple days. He acted like everything was normal, and we were going for a little weekend getaway. It was unnerving.

Sleeping alone that night was strange. I lay awake for hours, staring out the window. I guess I had gotten so accustomed to Rumlow sleeping with me, now that I was alone...it felt weird. It felt weird going to bed clean. Not bleeding and covered in semen. Not crying because I was in pain, torn apart by Rumlow's merciless acts.

I knew I would never be the same again. There was no going back to the headstrong, happy-go-lucky, too-curious-for-her-own-good, free-spirited Libby. There was no Libby anymore. She had died when she broke into her father's office, and found out about HYDRA. When she had gone on the run, only to be dragged back and beaten...raped. All because they thought she needed to learn a lesson. Well, they were right. They had broken me. I was Olivia now.

I wasn't quite sure how long I'd been asleep for when Rumlow came in my room. He had a plate and a glass of water with him.

"You were out cold. Didn't even wake up when I brought breakfast in." He said, putting the water down on my nightstand before handing me the plate. Mac & Cheese. I stared at it a moment before he sighed, putting it on the nightstand. "Eat. You're getting too skinny. Or do you want me to help you again?"

I sat up, taking the plate from my nightstand before forcing Mac & Cheese into my mouth. It felt wrong...disgusting. But I knew he wasn't going to leave until I'd at least eaten half of the plate. So I did, shoveling it down to get it over with.

The next day I was being dragged out of the house by Rumlow. There were two SUV's outside the house, several armed guards surrounding them.

"You see them? You try to run, or do anything funny, and you're dead." Rumlow growled in my ear. Like the guns didn't spell that out well enough.

We drove back into the city, towards the bank that was serving as their base. My heart was pounding in my throat. I had an idea what was going to happen. I was still sore, still achy from Rumlow, and this was only going to be worse. Rumlow dragged me from the car, taking me down into the depths of the bank. There were six of them, all tall, strong muscle in the room, leaning against the walls, making small talk, acting like this was normal. Rumlow spun me in the center of the room so I was facing him.

"Strip." He said, gaining the other men's attention.

"W-What?" I whispered, shaking slightly.

"Strip. Or do you want me to do it for you?" The men all laughed.

My face was burning, eyes filled with tears as I pulled my shirt over my head, my fingers shaking as I undid the button on my jeans, pulling them down, and kicking off my shoes. The floor was freezing under my feet, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I could feel all seven pairs of eyes on my body, scanning every inch. I was a poor piece of steak, in a room full of hungry dogs.

"All of it." Rumlow said, noticing my hesitation.

I took a shaky breath in before reaching back, fumbling with my bra strap for a moment, before I got it undone. I let my bra slide down my arms slowly, sure every part of my body was red with humiliation now. There was a whistle as I let my underwear drop.

"You really did a number on her, Rumlow." The man behind me said.

"Well," Rumlow said, walking towards me. "I had to break her somehow." His hand slapped my raw ass and I yelped, my head falling forward on his shoulder.

"Please." I whispered shakily. "Please, no."

Rumlow laughed. "I'm not the one you need to be begging."

He took a step back as I felt leather against my back. The inhumanly warm chest, body twice the size of mine. My legs were shaking, my breaths ragged as his flesh hand ghosted up my arm. I was suddenly falling forward, my knees hitting the concrete floor painfully, my hands getting scraped up. I was shaking, tears falling as I felt him kneel behind me. His hand was cold as it felt between my legs, forcing my knees apart. My body jerked as his metal finger brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves, my back arching slightly.

"Glad to see that works again." Rumlow said, making the others laugh.

I hung my head, focusing on the crack running under me in the concrete. My body was still burning with embarrassment, and shame as I felt him behind me. Suddenly I was flipped on my back, and I just barely had time to lift my head before it banged on the concrete. I looked up, the Asset staring down at me, his eyes hard, face blank. He leaned down, laying himself over me as he pushed in, making me whine. I was still sore despite the break I'd had. I didn't know if I'd ever be the same down there again at this pace.

I tried not to look at him, the hair falling in his face, his features barely noticeable in the low light as he thrust into me, my back sliding on the concrete a little. I bit my lip so hard it bled a little, keeping my sobs in. His metal hand moved up to my jaw, pulling my lip from between my teeth. I let out a cry as he gave a particularly hard thrust, hitting a sore spot within me.

I clawed at the concrete, feeling my nails chipping, but I didn't care. I sniffed, my breath shaky as the groans of the other seven men in the room filled my ears. They were getting off on this, the sick bastards. I felt a few tears leave my eyes, and the Asset stilled, his flesh hand lifting up to catch one on his finger. I watched his face, ignoring how the other men got louder, most of them nearing the end. His eyes changed just a hair as he studied the wetness on his finger. We were still attached, his length pulsing inside me. But I was distracted by the way his eyes softened just the slightest. Pity? Or was it regret? Sympathy, maybe? There was an emotion there, but not enough to clearly see what it was. Maybe there was a man underneath the machine after all.

He dropped his hand beside my head, his eyes snapping back to their emotionless state as he gave a few more thrusts, before he pulled out, standing to his feet, dragging me with him before he shoved his length in my mouth. He was hot, sticky, blood smeared across one side. He tasted slightly sour, coppery, my saliva washing that away as I choked around him, taking his cum down my throat. He was muskier than Rumlow, a tangy hint to him, where Rumlow was sour.

I felt warm, sticky substances hit me from all sides as the Asset pulled me from his length. I hung my head in embarrassment and shame, falling forward onto my hands. I was glad my hair was long enough to cover my face, hide the tears that were falling.

"Good job, Asset." Rumlow said, and the other men left the room, left with the Asset, leaving me alone.

I curled up on the cold concrete floor, covered in semen, my body still burning with embarrassment as hot tears ran down my face. There was no escaping this one. Not physically, or mentally.