that my darling angel has ever known sorrow is a testament to the evil of this world. it does not deserve her. she is far too good, far too precious, for this wretched place.
Summary: You wake up somewhere you don’t know and there’s someone in the room with you, who you don’t know. What will happen?
Series and chapter warnings: Non-sexual dubcon/noncon, kidnapping, abduction, ddlg undertones, Stockholm syndrome
Word count: ~2000
You heard something that could be taken for mumbled English, but you weren’t sure. You tried opening your eyes and after some tries, they opened. You couldn’t move your head. That was the first thing you noticed of your body.
“Ugh” You moaned, trying to make sense of that dizzy feeling in your head.
“So, you are awake” You heard a male voice say. It came from the foot of whatever you were laying on, in the left corner. You could see that much when you moved your eyes.
“What?”
“You already drifted in and out of consciousness a few times. Seems like the sedative is finally wearing off” The voice explained.
“Sedative?” You mumbled.
“Yes. I had to get you here somehow.”
“Where am I?” Your voice was slurred.
“Somewhere safe.”
All of this didn’t make sense. It couldn’t. This all had to be some weird nightmare; you’d just like to know what the hell your brain was trying to work through in your sleep.
You closed your eyes and slowly, everything went black.
Some time later, you woke up again.
“I hope, you stay awake this time” The same voice came from the same place with the same volume as before. Quieter, it added: “Shit, I think I overdosed her a little.”
You didn’t answer, instead you focused on feeling something. Or moving something except your eyes.
‘Start with your toes. Or your fingers’ You thought. And you could. But those body parts were about as much as you could move.
“You can move your fingers! That’s good” The voice sounded glad and not threatening but it made you jump. He could see that little movement under the soft blanket that had been put over you.
He took a bottle of water and asked: “Are you thirsty? Don’t worry, I didn’t spike it.”
Could you trust this person? He admitted to sedating you, apparently even overdosing you and brought you to wherever the hell you were. But your throat hurt, and even the unspoken promise of water was enough to make you nod.
He stood up and walked over to you and you could see him for the first time. He was tall, muscular, had longer brown hair and blue eyes.
“I’ll help you move into a sitting position, okay? And when your back is upright, you lean against my arm. Got it?”
When you mumbled an “Okay”, he reached below the blanket to hook his left arm behind your knees and put his right hand on your back to steady you and move you into position. Moving you, the blanket slipped down a bit and you were surprised to see you were still in your own pajamas.
He sat down on your left side and reached for a small bottle. His hand engulfed the bottom of it and he put his thumb on the body of it. His thumb seemed to reflect a little in the dim light of the room, and suddenly there was a low whirring sound.
Then, both things were gone and you didn’t know if you imagined them or not.
Meanwhile, the man put the bottle to your lips and tilted it, until slowly, water flowed into your mouth. It felt heavenly. Like a cold, clear mountain spring.
“Slowly, slowly. Don’t want you to choke” You could hear a smile in his voice.
After two gulps, you pulled back, and in the process some water dribbled on your chin. He put the bottle back and dried your chin off with his shirt sleeve.
“Thank you” You whispered, and that was when you heard it again. As he moved his arm, to put the bottle back, the whirring sound was back.
He smiled at you and moved you back down to lay on your back again, head propped up by a pillow.
Back in his chair, it seemed to be a high-backed armchair, he started to talk.
“Now that you’re really conscious, we can start. I’m Bucky, but you will either call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’. If you don’t, you’ll be punished. You obey me and do something or stop doing something when I tell you to. Understood?”
You nodded weakly. What other choice did you have? Appeasing him was probably the fastest way to get you out of wherever you were. Or at least get you some concessions.
“Answer me with words, and title please.” Bucky looked sternly at you.
“Yes… Sir.”
“Good girl. I will bring you food and water at set times. Breakfast will be at 7am, lunch at 12am and dinner at 6pm. You will get some snacks in the afternoon. Every two hours, I will bring you water. Breakfast will be something smaller, just to get you going and without coffee. So, say goodbye to your favorite caffeinated beverage. The day before you came here was the last day with coffee for you.”
You didn’t know how to react. On one hand, that sounded okay and reasonable. Like he cared for you. And that was the weird thing. But on the other hand, he had kidnapped you.
“That’s the first part. On to the next. You’ll live in this room until I’m sure you can follow rules. Next to this room is a bathroom. I’ll bathe you and wash your hair when necessary. I will also choose your clothes. Again, if you show me you can follow rules, you’ll have a say in what you wear. Although even then, you may only pick something of the clothes in the wardrobe. You hear me?”
You were frozen. He would bathe you? What did he mean by that? Did he mean everywhere? You didn’t know this man!
“What?” You squeaked.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean by ‘bathing’? Will you… will you touch me? There?”
“Yes, although not like that. Only to clean you up. You don’t have to fear anything. I’ll never touch you like that without your consent.”
He seemed honest. Still, you’d only believe that when, or if, it should, and probably would, happen.
“Okay?” His voice was softer.
Was his voice softer now? Or did you imagine that, because you hoped for it to be?
You nodded.
“Good” He smiled.
Silence now stretched into the room.
“Are you hungry?” Bucky asked. “I got something here, if you want.”
“I’m not hungry” You whispered. Putting some defiance in your voice, you added: “And I won’t eat anything while I’m here!”
“As you wish. And believe me, when I say you will eat. I don’t care how long it’ll take, but you will eat.”
He stood up and made for the door. “I’ll leave you to it. Oh, and bed time is at 9pm.”
With that, he left. And you didn’t know what to do. Yes, now you could move your entire body, but there was literally nothing you could do. You could walk around the room and then the bathroom and that was about it. Maybe you could look at the room closer? At least that would be something to do.
You slowly stood up and looked around. The bed you had been on was a queen size. It was entirely in light pink. The cushions, you didn’t count them, there were so many, were in different colors of pink and some white thrown in. They still had the imprint of Bucky’s back on them from when he had sat you up so you could drink something. The headboard was light pink velvet with a dark pink pattern on it and a canopy on it.
On the left side of the wall opposite the headboard was that high-backed arm chair in yellow, with a side table and next to it a tall book shelf. It was empty. On the other side of the wall was a slightly ajar door. That was most likely the bathroom door. Between the door and the shelf were two wardrobes that had a vanity between them. The wardrobes were empty as well. What kinda clothes would he put in there?
Anything that wasn’t some kind of cloth was white wood.
The door left of the bed was closed. That had to be the door through which you could, in theory, get out. Even if you managed that, you’d probably have to get through a house or at least a flat and then who knew what kind of surroundings for who knew how long.
Still, you tried the door handle. No luck. Defeated, you flopped back down on the bed.
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Later, you didn’t know how much time later since there were no clocks in the room, which was no doubt deliberately, Bucky appeared again. He carried a tray. You could see a glass water on it, some pancakes and a syrup bottle.
“It’s dinner time” He smiled and set everything down.
So, it was 7pm on the first day you were awake. You vowed to remember that. Maybe keeping tabs on this structure would help you keep sane, for you to stay yourself.
“Scoot over here and you can have something to eat.”
You did, your tummy had been rumbling since he left you alone.
Now near the corner of the bed, you reached for the cutlery to cut up the pancakes. Before you could grasp it, both of Bucky’s hands grabbed it and that’s when you saw it. He didn’t exactly hide it but apparently you had been too distracted and sedated to really notice it before. The hand grasping the knife was human. The hand grasping the fork had human form, but it was made of metal.
“You’re not allowed to use cutlery. I said you’d have something to eat. Not that you could fed yourself.”
“Sorry” You mumbled, your eyes glued to his metal hand.
“’Sorry’ what?”
“Sorry, Sir.” Still, your eyes were glued to his metal hand. There was just one question swirling in your head but how would he react to you asking a question without him saying something beforehand? And then such an invasive question?
“Thank you. And I’m sure you know it’s rude to stare. Ask.”
Your head snapped up.
“I… uhm, what- what happened to your hand?” You whispered.
“My whole arm actually” He shrugged and your eyes went wide. “Something bad. That’s all you need to know, but this prosthetic is a good replacement.”
Your mouth formed an “Oh”.
“Now, pancakes?” He asked and cut them up and drizzled syrup over them.
You nodded timidly. You still didn’t know what to make of all this.
The pancakes actually tasted good. You had to wait for him to feed you every small bite. If that was what it took to get some nutrition, you could play along with whatever this was.
When you were done eating, Bucky softly wiped the corners of your mouth and chin with a napkin although you were sure nothing had drizzled down and that action hadn’t been necessary.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl” He smiled. “I’ll come back when it’s time for bed.”
You nodded, and Bucky left.
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It had to be 9pm, or around that time, because the door on the left opened and in came Bucky with a book and a glass of milk.
“I’ll read you a story and you’ll drink your milk, how’s that sound?”
You smiled to appease him.
Bucky propped himself up against the headboard and beckoned you over to him, to sit between his legs and lean against his chest. You hesitated.
“C’mere. I don’t bite.”
You went over to him and accepted the glass of milk he gave you. It was warm and tasted sweet. He must have put honey in it.
Bucky started to read the book. It was some generic fairytale and not even that long, but you felt yourself being lulled to sleep by his voice, the warmth of his body around you and the warm milk.
Your eyes fell close and your last thought before you fell asleep was how until now he had fed you, gave you water, didn’t touch you in any way you didn’t want. And yet, all this had only happened because he had abducted you.
You slept like a log and didn’t notice Bucky slipping out of the bed nor him stroking your head before he left the room.
