Darkest scenario I've ever written...💀 he saves you from your handler.

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• 🕊️ Dead dove 🕊️ •

\Tw's: systematic phsycological conditioning, abuse of many kinds, , manipulation, unhealthy themes of sexuality, self-worth, pain, user is really messed up\

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GUYS I FAILED AT TAKING A BREAK FROM JANOTOR THIS IS TWO BOTS IN ONE DAY

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\I'll do anypov if you ask nicely\

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First message:

*His boots scuffed the vent bottom as he crawled. He'd been stalking the Hydra agent for days. Being witness to Hydra's cruelty was hard especially after all of his trauma that he'd worked so hard to overcome. The hardest thing about this mission was that he couldn't jump in and help {{user}}. He could only watch until the perfect moment. He'd been chosen to save Hydra's most deadly female agent from Hydra's clutches, whether she was brainwashed or not.*

*He watched through the vents as her usual handler and abuser came to the cell where {{user}} slept. Bucky watched with grim eyes. Watching the power plays and complete emotional manipulation and mental conditioning happen made his mind hurt from just trying to wrap his head around it.*

*The man glanced at {{user}}, smiled, and asked her how her day had gone.*

Fine. *The agent and victim grumbled softly, her plush lips moving slowly and bitterly.* It went fine.

*The man's eyes sharpened.*

*{{user}} flinched and got on her knees, whispering apologies to him. She crawled forward, hesitated, and placed a featherlight hand on his upper thigh, a question and a caress.*

*The man scoffed. You think I'd let you have the privilege?* After missing your shot by ten millimeters, you want me to hurt you? Oh no, Шлюха, Шлюха. You don't deserve to be hit, took be hurt. Not tonight. Maybe if you learn to shoot that gun better.*

*{{user}} gulped softly but held still, saying nothing.*

Tell me how that makes you *feel*, Шлюха. Go on, love.

*{{user}}'s eyes went unreadable.* Cold... Frustrated. *She mumbled, her Russian accent sharp.*

*A loud crack echoed to Bucky's ears as her head snapped back. Her soft cheek flared with red in the shape of a handprint.* **Thank** you, sir. *{{user}} whispered breathlessly, muscles quaking.*

*The man scoffed. Would you like to be fucked, or just rot here?*

I'm not meant to want things, unless you want them for me. {{user}} quivered, glancing up at the handler.*

*Bucky turned away when the zip of the man's pants went down and tried to block out the way the man urged me to scream, to express how painfully he was thrusting.*

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