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LOWLIFE. | L.DH | PART 4

— Prologue: “It’s simple, Y/n.” He leans in his lips inches away from your face. “You don’t want to tell me the truth then we’ll have to go through this the hard way.” He smirks and pushed you even more against the wall. “Until you cry…” His voice was soft suddenly as if he was sweet talking you right now but you knew deep down he meant every word.

— Summary: Where your childhood enemy found your diary one day where you wrote all your dirty thoughts about Lee fucking Haechan.

— Genre: Smut. Dub-con. Stalker Haechan. Haechan’s the biggest red flag. Everything is consensual but it’s very dark here. Haechan’s very mean and he doesn’t care a lot. Hair pulling. Dominant Haechan. Pussy slapping. Overstimulation play. Degradation. Slight praise. Jealous and possessive Haechan. Y/n is a masochist. Haechan’s very much the sadist here. Mention of Jaehyun. Mention of Diary. Blackmailing.

— Notes: I am so sorry this took so long to publish. I am on holiday 😭 I have a lot of work to publish still oml.

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Its been weeks since you and Donghyuck made contact in any form. There was no life between the two of you. For some reason you couldn’t face Donghyuck not after what you guys did. Usually you would be okay the next with seeing Donghyuck pretending like nothing happened but not after this one. The situation that went in hand was something else. Not only did he get upset with you. He also said things that made you think a lot.

Made you realise that you might be in this one sided situation all along with feelings that are becoming unhealthy. Whenever your classes were mixing the both of you together neither of you spoke but it seems like you were avoiding him more than he was. At least he made some eye contact with you in some moments when he was talking to you, but you completely aired him and that could only cause him to be taken aback by your actions. Your presence usually was very much attached to him like a hard glue and now you’re a floating water who doesn’t even acknowledge him. What’s happened to you? Donghyuck was left becoming slightly confused and less by the minute he grew upset that you’re the one who’s ignoring him.

Everyone knows that Donghyuck was the one leading you on, even his two friends, Jeno and Jaemin knew he was simply using you. But now that you seem to have a mind of your own, you’re no longer under his command and control it seems like you broke out and you don’t want to have this one-sided thing anymore. Not even the diary makes you feel like you’re threatened by his blackmail. And so Donghyuck was the one feeling gruntingly attacked and frustrated by you and your actions.

It is ironic in a way, you were the one chasing him all those years trying to be his friend, trying to show your love and adoration for him and when he never gave a second thought about it, you disappeared from that view of being a crazy obsessed little girl now. You’re no longer that person, or at least you’re trying to move on from him and his toxic ways. Now Donghyuck feels compelled to chase you without a single thought running in that head of his. It made him think that perhaps he went too far with you? Maybe he did something you didn’t like and that leaves a sour taste and smell in his mouth just by thinking about that. He doesn’t even know why he was worried if he did something that you weren’t comfortable with.

It’s not like he cared before, so why should he care now? Donghyuck really wasn’t understanding himself and his stupid thoughts. He only had you on his brain nowadays ever since you keep on avoiding and dodging him wherever he goes. Even if he purposely tried to cross paths with you somehow, you turn your back to him and go the other way. What kind of person does that?

He feels some type of hatred for you, but not the hatred you’re thinking. He hates that you’re making him feel this many things he shouldn’t even be feeling. Was this guilt? Was this some sort of joke you’re doing this to him? He feels hurt. Donghyuck had never been the type of guy to feel bothered when he’s ignored he goes about his day and thinks it is what it is.

But when you’re doing this it’s difficult. He can’t move past this, so he wants to do something about it.

You’re listening to music as you’re walking past the school corridors now. You wore your usual school uniform and your hair was in a little low bun today. You could’ve be bothered doing a fancy hairstyle today and leaving it down wasn’t really fitting your mood right now so you decided to do an up do and just go about your day, move on, and as you’re listening to your playlist you go on the phone to press shuffle so another song can play on your headphones; as your fingers gently click the screen, you feel yourself bump shoulders with someone and your eyes widen as you look at the tall figure. He was handsomely dressed neatly and he looks very smart and kind. He had light coloured hair and pale skin, he looks like an upperclassman.

Your eyes widen ever so lightly realising you bumped into him and you grew embarrassed so you only bow your head ready to say something complicated because your voice was coming out like a stuttering mess. “I’m s-so sorry oh my god are you okay? You’re not hurt right…” your voice trails off at the end going quiet because you’re busy checking for any signs of injuries the older boy might have, but he lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head.

You can’t change the feeling of being validated because the boy was asking how are you, he was quite bigger than you, and he was worried you might’ve broke your shoulder or something which he didn’t want happening.

“It’s okay, no worries, really.” He said and then looks at you up and down checking your body from just a little moment to check for any injuries too. “You’re not hurt right? I can take you to the nurse infirmary if you’d like.” He offers gently and you can’t help but smile ear to ear. No one has ever been this kind to you and even offered to take you to the nurse to get you checked out. He seems very polite— and gentlemen like. You somehow feel your heart skipping many beats at the handsome boy.

The boy can’t help but feel like your smile was surpassingly cute. You seem like a young innocent girl who doesn’t have many friends but he liked that considering you were so kind and emphatic. He likes your attitude especially how kindly you’re giving your time to check on him too.

You look down at your body and give him a soft approving nod. “I’m fine. Good as new still.” You tell him and he was quite happy about that. “What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve recognised you.” He was a senior so it’s quite known for him to know other juniors in the school however he has never ran into you and that’s probably because you prefer being a shadow. You don’t really like speaking to people in school, unless you have to. You don’t really like interacting if you’re being honest.

You’re always the quiet girl and you don’t mind that. You prefer it being that way since it’s easier to be quiet than to deal with people all the time. You learned that the hard way. Nonetheless Jaehyun seems pretty cool and you can’t help but feel yourself introducing to him.

“Y/n. I’m in Class 3E…” You murmur as you turn your eyes around the class door number in the distance and Jaehyun lets out a soft ‘ahhh’ as he now knows you’re a junior. His junior more like. “It’s nice to meet you Y/n. You’ve got a pretty name. I’m Jung Jaehyun.” His hand comes forward and you stare at it for a moment and you can’t help but smile if anything you were smitten over Jaehyun’s friendly demure he makes you feel safe.

And it certainly boosted up your low and tired mood. You shake his hand softly and then the hands let go unattaching themselves as they share a momentarily contact. Jaehyun smiles. “Y/n do you want to exchange socials? I think we get along quite well.” He beams and your face grew red with blush.

He wants to exchange your socials? He really said he wants to get to know you more and you’re just so bewildered. No one has ever asked for your socials before.

“I- oh yes okay, we can exchange socials I’d love to.” You say to him quickly as he was waiting for your time you seemed to be dazed in a way and he found that pausing reaction to be the cutest. So now your socials were exchanged when Jaehyun added your account and he smiles proudly. He was glad you wanted to give him your hand.

It just makes his heart ponder. You were very cute and you seem quite friendly and upbeat. Not many juniors he meets are like you. So he thought this might be fate he bumped into you today. You really cheered up his mood a lot.

And he cheered up your mood too it seems.

From the far on end distance would stand Donghyuck with a very glaring and dark expression almost like a dark cloud was over his head raining down on him and striking a blighted lighting down angrily. Hands tucked in front pockets as you and Jaehyun were walking now side by side and speaking. The way he hears your echoing laugh really bugs him and he wants to make it stop. Why was this bothering him so much more? He can understand you if you’re ignoring him and not speaking to anyone but if you’re ignoring him and now SPEAKING to someone he feels completely burned down like he was on fire, bathing in his anger.

Jaemin whistles as he knew his friends was enraged to the fullest and he enjoys seeing Donghyuck so upset. He told him before, that you were a keeper and you were only going to keep attracting men towards yourself. Because let’s be honest here, Jaemin and the other boys found you extremely pretty but you’re also very rare. You look innocent, you have this very doe-like energy about you, but deep down you’re nothing like that and that’s exactly what makes people like them so interested in you. They like that you’re coming out with two different sides to yourself.

He sighs patting Donghyuck’s shoulder. “Wow you got dumped by your pet.” The boy glared at his friend and slapped his hand away. “I didn’t get dumped.” He retorts back with a emphasised hiss. “She will come back crying to me. Watch her do that.” He said trying to be convincing but now it’s been a few days almost a week since you’ve been avoiding him; Jaemin and Jeno were really set on the idea that you’re not gonna come back anytime soon.

However his friends would not mention anything back and instead let Donghyuck huff in his own anger boiling over like an overflowing bathtub full of scorching water. He feels so much pressure in his head the fact you’re speaking to other guys as well now but you’re not speaking to him? It just hurts him knowing you’re not in his control and now all he wants is to have you back, being devoted to him.

“I will make you regret this Y/n.” He told himself. He vows to make you come back on your knees begging for forgiveness to spare you some if he can find any.

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You’re walking down the street not doing particularly much except being on your phone scrolling. You press on the Spotify icon and play your playlist that you spend your dedicated time making for yourself whenever you leave the house or go to school. You can’t go anywhere without listening to music, it’s like your life is based on around this playlist everywhere you go now and you’re not complaining. You have quite good music taste. Nonetheless you now make your way looking over the streets seeing cars driving past. It seems to be a traffic today. It’s raining quite badly too, it’s been gloomy these past days, you can’t help but think it’s to do with your mood too. Because now the weather is depressed and ever since you stopped communicating with Donghyuck, avoiding him at all costs, the weather goes sour. You try not to paint these coincidences to your situation. It might make you even more hung up on the idea that your silent treatment is too far. But you can’t just ignore what he said to you.

The words haunt you forever, even till now this day every night you’re hearing him repeat it to you like a religious mantra you couldn’t push out your brain. “You’re nothing but entertainment for me you do know that? The only reason I’m keeping you around is for your body.” He said those words to you, those horrible words that share nothing but your grief and your own one sided thoughts out down the drain. You wouldn’t believe him at first but you cannot shake the feeling these words have you.

You try your best to move on. But it’s like half of his heart is yours nowadays you feel not alive without him. You try to tell yourself time is the best healer, you need time apart, you need to move on and forget him already.

At least that’s your plan.

You break your own thoughts overtaking your reality and when you bring yourself forward snapping out of all overthinking you do you realise a car honking at you all this time. You look at them with a nervous apologetic smile and cross the road. They seemed quite upset with you, you didn’t realise they were making time to have you cross over, you got stuck in your own head: again. You want to sigh how much your own thoughts were drugged by this situation. You try not to think anymore. It’s bad enough that you stood there keeping a car waiting for you to snap back to the real moment.

Crossed over now, you walk down the another long road leading the neighbourhood opening. You see a bunch of houses similar to yours. The neighbourhood is quite similar in all designs the house provide. You couldn’t help but shake the feeling of the rain dropping down on your forehead now, against your glasses. You curse and take your glasses off wiping the water droppings by the hem of your sweater. “Great it’s raining…” you mutter at the horrible weather. You decide to put your bag over your head and start walking in the rain. Your school uniform wasn’t warm enough for this bad weather.

It’s meant to be near-summer why is it so rainy? You beg the rain stops but it seems to be getting worse now and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was some sort of accident happening to you. You listen to the heavy racket the rain makes against your cute leather backpack you bring to school, it was heavy and it starts to rattle like a glass on top of a washing machine when it’s washing a bunch of clothes in circulation.

The wind was blowing hard working with the ridiculous weather conditions. You swore the forecast is never correct. You start to think there is no point watching it if it is never correct about the weather throughout the day.

The downpour was so heavy that to be caught by surprise by it meant being drenched to the skin. Soaking every fabric to the skin like it was a piece parting of your body. Every droplet of water coming down on your beautiful hair submerges to your roots, wetting it, curling every strand of hair up. The gravity was thick and the petrichor smell of the rain surrounding the trees and the flowers fills your nostrils like the heavenly earth filling the air. The weather was a rollercoaster you couldn’t ride without the risk of becoming drowned into the ocean like a tsunami engulfs everything in the same way. It was so bad that you have no choice but to continue walking and accept this weather to your forsaken day and deal with it. You had to suck it up, and pray you don’t get sick in the process. You can’t help but admire how the cars driving on the road wipe the windowsill while they drive, or the houses getting wet and dirty by the heavy rainstorm.

The eerie feeling brushes down your spine. It’s like someone was watching you now that you made your way further you see your house nearby but now the, the moment your hips turn round to your side of the neighbourhood you live at. You feel two pairs of eyes on you. It was a weird thought that ran to your head. Why do you feel like you’re being followed?

It might be your paranoia, because it’s raining, today was a bad day. You feel quite gloomy too.

But the feeling was too strong to ignore. You turn around and look around the distance. You see zero people and a few cars driving past the road down. You don’t see anyone, but you swore you felt someone behind you watching you specifically. Maybe you felt like you were followed from the start but now you’re starting to grasp that.

You feel your throat going dry. “It’s probably nothing…” you whisper checking around with your eyes again just to out some reassurance to yourself.

Your feet turn around the heels and now your eyes widen as you were met with a dark gaze, a taller boy towering over you completely and you feel your skin growing deathly pale. Why have your legs gone completely numb at the sight of the boy you dread and love at the same time? Why was your brain half flight have fight? And why was your lips open wide but nothing coming out?

It turns out the creepy feeling of being stalked wasn’t so untrue afterall. You were followed all along by Donghyuck. From the moment school has ended he’s been travelling in your shadows and you were a fool to not even realise until your eyes took the surroundings in. Donghyuck knew you wouldn’t be able to notice him because of your earbuds in and that music of yours kept you busy for half a while. It’s a shame though, your priceless reaction wasn’t enough for him. Usually your silence was something he encourages.

But not today. Today he wants to hear you very much scream.

Donghyuck standing with a dark hood up covering most of his face but from where you stood and where your height was at you could see the dark grey cold eyes of his gazing into yours like it was your last warning. You might need a miracle to escape him now, you think to yourself. The feeling of your stomach turning and getting a cramp drags your senses to heighten maximum. He leans down whispering, crowing at your dumbfounded eyes and mouth wide agape like you were so shocked to see him standing right there in front of you. “What’s wrong Specs, got no where to run off to now?” Donghyuck mocks you down right back to your knees.

Your eyebrows rose at each insult he throws at you and you fiddle with your fingertips, the heavy rain covers your palms that dropped to your sides and your feet stopped working. You try to make yourself run, you try to do anything but you couldn’t do anything even if you tried your body stopped functioning. You wonder if it’s fear or if it’s excitement.

“D-Donghyuck… what are you… did you follow me h-here?” You want to curse. You want to be told to get your shit together but you can’t.

The sound of your voice aroused Donghyuck with the most intense and propounding cruelty to do to you. It’s the way your sweet voice breaks half way each word. You drag on your words at emphasis of your own fear he injects inside your body. Donghyuck very much loves the effect he has on you by just standing in front of your eye sight view. He wonders, if you get so stuck by watching him, what will you be like when he gets his hands on you finally after so freaking long?

You’ve been ignoring him for too long. Donghyuck wants to teach you a lesson on what happens when you ignore him. And it’s not going to be a very kind lesson. He ran out of kindness for you a while ago. “Clever girl.” He said, even though it’s a praise, it was a condescending comment that wasn’t a true meaningful compliment to you. Donghyuck trails forward grabbing your wrist that’s soaking with the rain, letting drops of rain on the ground by your cold and red fingertips. He spoke with a devilish smile. “I believe we have things to discuss, Y/n.”

You’re about to protest but the minute he saw you getting ready to say many things along the lines of saying no to him he just starts dragging you without giving you any chance to reject this moment away. Donghyuck can’t handle another moment of you ignoring him and he’s about to show you why you can’t do this to him. He was meant to be the sole reason of your affection and obsession, and he won’t let some stupid senior in upper class take that away from him.

You are meant to be his and only his. Donghyuck doesn’t like sharing what is his with someone who be doesn’t like. And even if he liked Jaehyun a little bit he wouldn’t of given you to someone like him anyways.

Usually Donghyuck wouldn’t be like this with you. He could care less about who you get and speak with. But now it’s different. Something within him changed and the boy was no longer something you could understand, he can’t even understand himself. You found yourself getting pushed inside Donghyuck’s front door to his house which wasn’t too far away from your neighbourhood. Either way you didn’t want to be in his house. The last time you were here you did things you want to forget. It just makes your stomach remember the things you guy do. The things he did to your body which is hard to forget.

You turn to the door that shut when he walks inside closing it behind. You gulp taking a step backwards. The both of you are soaked from your head to toes. Donghyuck can see your wet eyelashes, he found them more beautiful than before, and it was angering him that he was admiring your face that he couldn’t even see due to you ignoring him so long. It felt like a relief washed over his body when he finally saw your face. He found it more beautiful than last time. Maybe you were always this beautiful, but he never quite took notice until now.

And it’s killing him. He’s viewing you differently.

Donghyuck doesn’t understand where it all changed. When it all changed. Why it all changed.

“Donghyuck I don’t want to… I don’t want to speak to you.” You finally tell him when the courage in your heart and body was found. You’re even surprised you have the guts to tell Donghyuck this. What surprised you even more is that the boy wasn’t responding. Was he admiring you? You thought it was strange how quiet he is while facing you with a different pair of eyes watching you from another point of view low. You can’t help and shake this weird change.

Nonetheless you were now pressed against a wall with your wet clothes. The school backpack belonging to you fell somewhere on the ground. It was wet, every part of you was wet actually and his face shivering from how cold your bodies were when the rain was pouring down outside on you. “I think you’re lying Y/n.” Donghyuck spoke in a very low but soft voice as his hand caressed down your jawline and to your chin. You pull your face away trying to escape all those little touches he does to try and hypnotise you.

You feel his hot breath and low voice so irresistible to you that it is hard to ignore. You’re surprised you have even this much restrain in yourself because you feel quite weak whenever it comes to him. Even Donghyuck was now amused by your response. It is very different now. He’s enjoying your playing hard to get persona now.

He smirks seeing you completely dodge the touch his hands made against your soft beautiful skin on your face. “You don’t need to lie to me… let’s stop this push and pull game alright, before it gets messy.” He warns you deeply now.

Although Donghyuck was using his sweet voice on you. You feel so crushed by this and you narrow your eyes at the boy in front of you. He was like a shadow in front of you. So unpredictable. So untouchable and absolutely maddening to you and your self consciousness.

He poisons you and every right decision. He makes you do the wrong choices but they feel so right all the time. You can’t shake this feeling when you’re feeling your cherish able heart beat to every thing Donghyuck does to you. It’s like your heart feels so much more alive, when you are around him.

You feel your teeth stick together as you spoke out to him once again, you heard him say this, that you’re lying about not wanting to speak to him. He wasn’t wrong. But you can’t do this cycle with him, the words he said to you haunt the back of your mind up until now. “I am not lying, Donghyuck, I don’t want to speak to you.” You tell the boy in front of you. Donghyuck let’s out a quiet low snicker. “Oh yeah?” He said leaning down to your face. He can see a reflection of himself become enlarge in your wet glasses.

He gentle smirks. He found this new side of you to be quite entertaining. Donghyuck can’t help but think he’s going to have fun getting the truth out of you now. “I guess we will be here for a while now.” You heard him suggest.

“What?” Your innocent voice lets out quietly in the silence and dark hallway as your back is pressing on like a cement statue browsing on the wall against it while Donghyuck is a towering figure watching you with his glowing enticing eyes. Watching like a predator found a new sign of prey they cannot let go off. He finally found you again all to himself — he won’t stop now. Not now that you’re looking so beautiful with your fearful expression he sees while your glasses and your wet curls are there enchanting him. He must say he was a fool for not realising how pretty you look now.

It seems like you are confused. Donghyuck’s voice trails like an incoming train ready to take a roll ahead on the railway tracks ahead. It hit you like a hard brick when he goes to explain exactly the tiny little steps he will do now. “It’s simple, Y/n.” He leans in his lips inches away from your face. “You don’t want to tell me the truth then we’ll have to go through this the hard way.” He smirks and pushed you even more against the wall. “Until you cry…” His voice was soft suddenly as if he was sweet talking you right now but you knew deep down he meant every word.

You held your breath in when Donghyuck engulfs you into a passionate kiss that seems so loving at first. You were shocked he could kiss you in such a way. He was possible of kissing and treating you so nicely even if it was for a moment you feel yourself forgetting this was Donghyuck with the way he kissed you. When your lips touched his it felt so foreign. He made sure to take his time with you but at the same time there was hints of impatience and quickness. It was sweet, but dangerous at the same time. It’s like he wants your love, he was your love on him and only him. But you couldn’t help yourself but lean your head against the wall as Donghyuck’s hands brace themselves on your jawline holding it. The thumbs on the side press on your cheeks opening your mouth a little more access so he can slip inside his hungry tongue, ready to explore you in another hundred different ways.

Your thoughts all consist of many things such as: ‘This isn’t Donghyuck,’ or ‘Who was this boy?’ And you wonder the same thing. Donghyuck seems like a different person now and the mayhems he was brewing were over the top of the kiss when he pressed in deeply against your lips now. He made sure to kiss you so deeply your breath was sucked out of your body and you were feeling weak enough for your knees to tremble where you stood pressed latching on the wall that he made you go on. Donghyuck closed his eyes tight savouring his lips on yours. It was like a longing for him.

He loves hearing your little moans when he starts to lower his lips on your bottom lip pulling it apart lightly and then sucking on the exposed skin. He leaves a reddish love bite on it when the process was over and you groan closing your eyes as your head leans back against the wall. Donghyuck shifts the attention away from your mouth and now on your neck. The smell of your curly wet hair reminds him of the earthly rain outside, he didn’t hate it on you, the petrichor smell. Donghyuck’s tongue crawls down your skin on your neck, pressing wet kisses on it now. You feel your entire body going into a frenzy of shivers and pleasure. “Tell me you want more?” Donghyuck smirks as he still keeps his goal in mind.

You clench your eyes tight. “No.” You firmly told and Donghyuck smirks liking that you didn’t give in at all. Usually you wouldn’t waste a moment. But now you, you weren’t head over heels rushing in completely to him. Donghyuck was left thinking if you were doing this because of that senior earlier, Jaehyun, it fills him with some bad vibes from you. It would be a problem if you fell for someone that wasn’t him.

“Why?” He croaks against your neck now as he lifts his head up facing you with a dark glare. “Why, Y/n?” He asked once again with a snarl. You furrow your eyebrows, as you remember what happened the last time. You had the urge to tell him.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to explain why. You wonder if he would even care about it. And so you would rather stay with your own thoughts and not put the energy and effort to tell Donghyuck.

Donghyuck heard your lack of response and so, he starts to make scenarios up. He will know by your reactions if it was true or not anyways. He can read you like an open book when he catches you red handed. “It’s because of that senior isn’t it?” He comes closer to your face. “Jaehyun, right?” Your eyes brush against his now that he came closer saying Jaehyun’s name.

You furrow at the words as you’re now realising that Donghyuck was jealous. You couldn’t believe it. He was. Someone who would never be jealous was now jealous when it came to you and it sends your heart into some sort of pride overload.

“You’re jealous?” You say back with your eyebrows moving up on your forehead. Donghyuck glares at you. “I am not.” He said gritting his teeth at you. You push back with your words now. “You are. How did you know Jaehyun and I are friends?” You blurt out and Donghyuck looks down at you pulling on your hair gently, he tugs it and moves you around on the wall.

“I saw you.” He said simply and you grunt against the hair pull letting out a soft wince. You look up at Donghyuck, he was jealous, you saw it when his eyes tremble as you questioned him earlier. “You’re getting too comfortable thinking you can do and say what you want, Y/n, i would never get jealous.” He grits his teeth once again. “And even if I did get jealous, I have every right to.” He said brushing the free hand against your cheek. “Because you’re mine, no one else’s.” He seers in a rather greedy way. You never seen him like this before.

It didn’t take a moment for Donghyuck to lift your skirt. Instead of taking all your clothes he only rolled up your skirt taking a look at your black panties and he smirks watching your cheeks go red as he looks up at your eyes. He brushed over his hand. The clothed clit touching the very thin fingertips and you let out a little bit of a wince and a nudge. He saw you react quite well and he happens to enjoy seeing the struggling expression when he cups your area again now fully. “This pussy is mine, not Jaehyun’s, Y/n.” He reminds you again as he slips off your panties. You weren’t even aware of how cold you are when the fabric leaves your body dripping to your ankles and the way his cold fingers insert themselves to your insides so well — it shocks you deeply.

“Cold… cold…! Donghyuck.” You yelp and he saw your eyes widen. Donghyuck’s eyes up watching them dilate when he pushed the fingers of his within your walls as he smirks ear to ear. The movements became frequent leaving your soaking walls to squeeze and squeak. Donghyuck is loving the sounds you make, similar to ocean waves, they go back and forth in his control movements. He likes being in charge of your body, a lot more than you realise. You’re against the wall with your leg up on the side as you’re getting your walls pressed and stretched out, you’re loving how he feels so deep within you. The idea of his cock being this deep or even more drives you insane. He whispers. “Admit it. You wanted me to come to you like this.”

“L-like what? Admit what.” You said back between your voices changing the sounds as the way you’re being used against the walls like this. It strikes your body with many different layers of emotions you cannot process all at once. Donghyuck smirks as he slowly leans in, keeping the two fingers now deeply buried in your cunt wet dropping like strings of thin and thick slime. He watches your juices fall down resembling the heavy rain outside on his fingers and down your thighs and the floor in his house. “Admit that you wanted me to reach out to you and speak to you first. Admit that you wanted me to get jealous when you spoke to Jaehyun today.” He stares into your eyes deeply serious. He spoke with full attention on you. He darkly slants to you. “Admit you wanted me to say sorry first, Y/n.”

Your body reacts to each syllable and words he spoke to you before your voice and mouth could even answer Donghyuck. Your walls clench and your juices pour out making his eyes go darker shades of brown as he watches the sight of light happen in front of him. He can’t help but think to himself that he will never ever get tired of seeing you orgasm so much over his hand like this. As you orgasmed you held in your last bit and Donghyuck smirks seeing you try to shorten your orgasm as it’s become too much all at once. The boy brushed his hand and slaps the top of your swollen clit. Your pussy flinches in the process and your orgasm snaps fully and you release entirely now that he slaps your pussy for a good two seconds. It didn’t take long for you to let go fully.

You murmur out in broken moans in all desperation now as he slaps your centre completely down below you shake. “Y-yes! I admit it! I- I wanted you to say sorry… a-and i wanted you to approach me…” you let out a sigh as he stops taking another glance at your reddish cheeks and your eyes full of overflowing pleasure, he smirks again, leaning in. “And?” He adds softly in a dark powerful and controlling tone.

Your eyes trembling meet his. “And… I wanted you to get jealous…” you admit softly as you look down at the mess you made on his hands. Donghyuck tauntingly pressed his fingers against your mouth making you taste yourself on your own face. “Clever girl.” He praised you once again. “So you do know how to listen after all…” he trails carefully at you.

“Legs up sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet.” Donghyuck goes grabbing your legs and needing you to cooperate you do exactly that weakly pushing yourself more on the wall and wrapping your legs round the waist. He unbuckled the clothes down to his ankles and looks down as his long harden length coming out instantly, springs up, your eyes focus on the way his tip getting sucked inside your wall makes you groan by how you’re watching him enter you so well. You never knew you could get returned to such a pleasuring moment. You told yourself you won’t do this again. But you lied and now you won’t even listen to your previous statements because you’re enjoying the way Donghyuck was rutting inside you like you’re nothing but something to be used of his own pleasures. He treats you with so much roughness but at the same time, something was different.

He was more possessive of you now. He was much more sweet about this too. He took his time with you here and you feel yourself getting overstimulated the more this continues. He held your hands against the wall as he rocks to your inner core. Your eye contact was made multiple times he even dazed into your eyes only to lean in to give you a deeply pleasing kiss. You weren’t sure what made him so much more expressive in this moment. He wouldn’t even express himself before, but now?

The more this went on Donghyuck wanted to hear specific words coming from your own mouth with your very own voice. He looks at you getting close to your climax and he was coming close too however he didn’t care about his own orgasm for once.

For once he cares about what you’re going to say when he suddenly stops moving and your orgasm was ticking at the door. You were literally itching to orgasm and you let out a frustrated sigh when your eyes faze over at Donghyuck.

You were confused as to why he stopped to torture you. Donghyuck stares deeply and your confusion was cleared up when he speaks now, revealing what exactly he wants from you.

“Maybe you should call Jaehyun to help you cum.” Donghyuck adds in a mean tone.

Your eyes widen at such a beckoning demanding answer he gave you. You panic and see him pulling back but your legs wrapped around his waist stop him from being able to leave your body completely alone. You grab his clothes with your hands now desperately shaking your head as you look like you’re about to cry.

He was glad to see this reaction. Tears. He always loved seeing you cry because of him, and it makes him proud.

Donghyuck laughs seeing your reaction a little darkly. “Why are you crying, Y/n? Do you feel what I felt now when i saw you and Jaehyun speaking but you refused to talk to me for so long?” He mockingly said to you and you close your eyes tightly as the tears fell down your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry please, please don’t leave me here, I want to cum so bad I wanna cum.” You blabber on so much he can see you’re losing your mind in the process.

“Tell me why you ignored me.” Donghyuck darkly asked you once again as he brushed his fingers around your body. You are so itching for your orgasm you can’t even get it anymore because he won’t move until you answer his questions.

You huff out. “Because this whole thing is one sided. You might think I’m just crazy obsessed with you but I love you…”

It feels weird to say it out loud. You never really said the three words to him before. The simple word ‘I love you’ is pretty much a new thing to him and you now and when you said those, Donghyuck’s eyes widen and lit up as he watches you.

“You love me?” Donghyuck treads carefully against your neck planting a few kisses on your skin. They cause you to shudder a little wave of electricity down your spine. “Oh Y/n… you think this is one sided?” He laughs a little now.

He brought his face and held your hands on your hips now pushing you deeper in causing you to let out a longevity of your moan echoing through the walls. Enough to even make his neighbours hear your cries and your moans mixing together like a heavenly carpet tapestry on the wall.

“There’s nothing one-sided about this in the beginning.” Donghyuck begins, now forcing a thrust inside you once. “Wanna know why?” He croaks with a little groan. You murmur a silent sigh into your palm as your eyes widen watching the ceiling get bigger with the first long thrust he gave inside. “Because I loved you first, from the very beginning since we were children, and when I left you…” He smirks watching your eyes widen in confusion as he reveals that all along he’s loved you, but then he left you alone so suddenly when he realised he loved you. You couldn’t shake that imagination anymore and you shake your head not believing him.

Donghyuck grins satisfied by your respond. “Not believing me?” He says with a short smirk. “Why do you think i’m here apologising for my actions here?” He stated and you open your mouth with a pant as he keep on thrusting your body into the wall you are pressed upon. “Y-you… loved me all along?” You said with shock running on your voice, wild and confused.

The bodies you pressed one another your orgasm snaps at the end and he can feel your juices pour around his cock pushing inside your pussy. He feels himself releasing now from his twitching tip all the muscles contract and he feels a long groan stringing out by his beautiful honey voice. He pressed his head against your shoulder grabbing your hips right as Donghyuck was dizzy from the large orgasm you made him get. Your body feels so amazing it creates a side effect for him.

“Y/n…” Donghyuck begins with a soft sigh. He pants as he raised his head up meeting yours again. “I’ll ask you once again, only one last time.” He says watching you with a pair of softer eyes.

You focus your all efforts on your eyes watching him with a clear vision. Donghyuck sees you are listening now and he clears his mind as he asked the final question.

“Do you still love a Lowlife like me?”

You see him waiting for your answer as if his life depends on it and now you give him a slow nod. You didn’t change your mind on Donghyuck, and now that he even reveals he left you because of his deep feelings for you, it makes your heart flutter. He was horrible all along to make sure you never knew how he feels. But little further in the end he was the one falling for you even more.

“Yes…” you say with your voice. Donghyuck’s ears perk up as you answer him vocally too and he leans closer kissing your lips only for a short moment before pulling away. He held on to your thighs you wrapped around his body.

He loves the taste of you, who seems to be a biggest Lowlife he knows now, for loving him all along too.

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Steeling himself against a rush of alarm in his veins, Bucky held his breath as he listened to the heavy footfalls thumping across the ornate marble floors. Tucked in a dark alcove in what looked to be an assembly room, the former soldier and ex-assassin kept a gloved hand locked the hilt of his Geber tactical knife, the weight of the military-issued weapon providing him a calm sense of reassurance in the face of the beastly shadow moving across the floor. The grunting and growling of an actual beast from Greek Mythology stomped past his hiding spot, the towering shape muscular and decked out in polished armor with a war-axe clutched in his hands. Circe's minions were on the look-out for possible intruders. No doubt his arrival must've set off whatever magical alarms she had blanketing her island and this palace. Despite the magically enhanced weapon, Bucky clutched in his closed fist, he wasn't here for a fight.

He just had to find his kitten and get back home. Once the minotaur-like guard had lumbered past, Bucky counted to ten and then glanced outside of his hiding spot. The assembly room was empty. Not for the first time, he was captivated by the lush Greek decor that looked polished and new but was no doubt as ancient as the ruined temple of Artemis on the mainland. If it wasn't for the magical tether Strange had given him to call for his escape, Bucky would've thought he stepped into another world or backwards in time. It both awed and frustrated him at the size and enormity of this place. He could get easily lost or snuck up on by something as unexpected as a centaur. He had to find Selina.

The muddier sludginess that revoltingly entrenched within the crammed horde grossly slathered over the droopier-plumpish rotundity of her curvaceous underbelly as Selina tensely evaded the nauseous-putrid reek stinkily wafting off blubbery-girthed sows who maddeningly obstructed the iron-spire gates of the lockdown pen.

Gripping onto vestiges of heart-notching resistance, feverishly, Selina registered the bone-vising heaviness of a clunkier iron shackled throbbing clamped over her stubbier fore-hoof as she exhaustively yanked the chain that fastened to her a massively blimpish sow who gruntingly rested on the droopier globbiness of her swell-out mass. "Hey...Don't even think about it..." she warned, grittily, bracing herself for a gustier barrage as the amplifying clamour gurglingly resonated within her blobbier pen-mate's barrel-sized girth. She wouldn't become damningly pegged into the odorous crossfire of another gas-assult-the vaporous stench was disgustingly rancid.

Despite that, she was a delectably bustier-voluptuous newbie of the hoggish hovel, Selina brandished a measure of poise -cool indifference against the suffusive -porcine instincts of catatonically being an obese-dormant slug that fatteningly indulged on gluttonous -filthier abandon within the odious muck. Hinging up a modicum of revulsion, edgily, she wobbled onto her pudgier cloven-hooves, only to inadvertently bonk her puffier jowelly snout into a lumpish backside of a heftier sow. "Urgh...Can't you let a girl breathe in here..."

The stench of filth and waste was about as pungent as the scent of despair coming off a number of these sows who were still dimly aware of their former human existence. A harrowing realization of how bleak things could get in this place if she didn't find a way out of this. She'd been dragged down before, far to the pit where rock-bottom waited cruelly for her to land. Her steeled focus was razor-sharp despite her predicament. Opportunity would find its way in and she would capitalize on it. But dire tolls had a way of extracting more than expected when another factor came into play. That factor was by way of a familiar waft of musk she came to identify with one person-probably the only most important person to her in her life.

Above the den was a walkway that led to a sectioned off entry-way. The guardsman only had a moment to react before the whooshing of a knife heralded his demise before the blade pierced his neck. The beast fell with a dying roar as a man entered, dressed in tactical gear with an assault rifle held in his hands. Blue eyes scanned the room in search of his objective, but Bucky grimaced at the nauseating stink of animal waste. "Damn it, where the hell is she?"

Angling up her furrier elonged snout, gruntingly, against ramped-up alarm, Selina registered the headier smokiness of cinnamony sandalwood-the addictive fragrancy of masculine decadence that assailed over the odorous fumes of her pen-mates. Suppressing down an oinkish breath, rampantly, she fixed her beadier autumn-brandy irises onto the marble walkway bridged above her.

"B-Bucky..." she murmured out, snortily, catching a heart-stopping glimpse of a menace-bounded intruder stealthily garbed into a navy-blue jacket of tactical kevlar as the mechanized servo of his vibrainium bionic arm robotically flexed in defensive tenor-it was definitely her beast-machine. Swaggeringly, he prowled over the walkway, harnessing up callbacks of his sniper-honed -deadlier momentum with every sashaying advance, intimidatingly brandishing his Geber knife with close-fisted readiness, while his SIG-Sauer P226 SCT pistol was combatively holstered onto the corded bulkiness of his fatigue-sheathed thigh."S-Stay up there, handsome..."

"Selina?" Bucky had felt his heart skip a beat when he registered that familiar voice. It was velvety and smooth capable of inciting the most powerful of emotions inside of them that threatened to overwhelm his discipline. As his eyes scanned the pen full of distressed pigs, he frowned when he detected no sign of her. "Selina, where are you?" His gaze continued to shift, eyeing every area of the pen that he could but it was difficult to get a good view when so many of the pigs were rushing around in distress. His arrival must've upset them. His instinct was to keep moving before more guards were drawn to the commotion and decided to come in but he knew he wasn't hearing things. "I'm coming, darlin," holstering his weapons, he braced himself before dropping down from his high perch into the pen. He was immediately swarmed by a few sows while others scampered off in fear. Bucky tried to ignore them as well as the reeking stench of the filthy pen. "Back up, come on, shoo," he gently chided the sows in his way.

One of them stood out among the others. A sow of a rich and clean mahogany colored fur with a lither shape to her hide than the others that allowed her to come towards him with a graceful cadence. It felt familiar.

Hearing the raspier gravelliness of his whiskey-roughened drawl murmurously arrest her warring heartbeat, unmovingly, Selina watched him impassively crouch down onto his kevlar-clad haunches with sniper-honed grace, against the contrasting sconces of torchlight, the scruffier ruggedness of his knife-edged features hawkishly razored with the broader angularity of his cheekbones roguishly emphasized the hunkish fierceness. Roving the voltaic intensity of his stormier aquamarine irises, Bucky raptly scrunched up his Romaniansque nose against the fetid potency that assailed over the congested pen. A lumbering bulgy sow frantically nudged her muddier snout pudgily against his bionic hand, as Bucky pursed his shapely-bow lips into a taut grimace, crestfallenly feigning his pent-up revulsion on defensive accord. "Urgh..." A snottier glop drippily oozed out of the fattish sow's mud-caked nostrils, dropping onto his GX combat boot. "Yeah...That's kinda gross.."

He tried to shut out the pungent distraction of his surroundings and the oinking sows that circled him inside of the pen. His blue eyes searched and scanned, his dry voice calling out to her. "Selina, darlin', are you here?!" He walked forward, taking care not to bump into the sows or step on anything filthy other than the dirt beneath his feet. He noticed that peculiar sow who didn't behave like the others. She was...quiet. More than that she was calm as a kite while staring at him with an unnerving look that felt too distinct. "You wouldn't happen to know where I can find a dame named Selina would you?" He blurted out candidly, not even taking himself seriously as he reached the edge of the pen and could see another closed gate that led to a neighbouring pen. With a tug of the handle, the gate groaned and he felt impatience gnaw at him. "She's gotta be here somewhere!"

Against feverous onrushes that implosively coupled with vomitous grogginess, moaningly, Selina eased her daintier hand against the bone-vising pressure of the shackle throbbing clamped over the fine-bone delicateness of her forearm; the bustier suppleness of her voluptuous breasts was distractingly snugged against the ripped material of her ebony satin camisole, as her dishevelled mahogany whorls sweatily draped over her lithe-toned shoulders. Distressingly, another buxom sow gruntingly nudged her pudgier-tusked snout against the bulkier rigidity of his garbed leg on heart-stopping fruition-warning him not to advance. "B-Bucky..." she murmured, raspily, bracing her svelter back against a white-marble column, while snakily flashing malevolent intensity at the delectable curvaceous sow-thievish vixen who remained composedly poised on her cloven-hooves at the gate."S-Stay away from that grunter, handsome...She's playing with you..."

He zeroed in on the familiar voice in a hidden alcove within the pen. His heart nearly stopped in his chest to see her shackled against the column. Her coffee brown eyes were dim with fatigue, her complexion vacant as she gazed back at him with deep longing. "Selina!" He tried to make his way towards her when he felt a tugging on his pants. He looked to see that sow that had been staring at him intently now fully determined to stop him from advancing. "Let go!" He pulled himself free, his mind lost to the warning signs now that he was this close to his kitten. He rushed towards her and gently picked her up, tearing the shackle free of the pillar with one harsh yank. "I got you, darlin'. Its gonna be okay," he said while holding her close. After a month of constant worry and hard searching, he'd finally found her. She found her footing while leaning against him. "Are you hurt?" He asked, now finally realizing that she was dressed pretty weird in a fancy looking gown that looked too much for her sense of style. Not that it didn't look good on her, he thought, his allure for her strong as ever as he brushed away her curly loose mahogany locks. She smelled different too.

Revamped urgency betrayingly teemed within her bulbously roundish form, gnashingly, Selina curbed down the rampageous heartache that was consumingly denotative in tenfold as she mistily fixed her beadier gaze onto the viperous cheat who sneerily winked at her. A possessive-aphrodisiacal decadence-potency hypnotically grappled Bucky into seductive dregs. Without a deterrence of resistance, his bionic palm reverently splayed featherlight over her voluptuous curves on the evocative accord. Evicting the murderous impulse to deliver a point-blank headshot at the serpentine- maniacal enchantress, rampantly, she wobbled on desperate-uncompromising momentum at Bucky's flank, utilizing her barrel-sized girth like an obstructive roadblock. With a brazen attempt, she bitingly nipped on his pistol's hostler strap at a breakneck tempo. "Not playing it smooth, handsome..."

"Hey!" Bucky instinctively reached for his weapon once he felt the pull against his holster but it was too late. The insistent sow had somehow pulled his weapon out and threw it across the pen with great force. "Damn it! Don't move, Selina." Bucky set her back to lean against the wall as he moved to retrieve his weapon. The number of pigs moving about made it difficult to see where it landed in the heaps of mud and filth. "Where the hell did it go?" He felt mild irritation with the sow that had been fixated on him since he jumped into the pen, wondering why he was having such a string of bad luck. He had to get his gun and get Selina out of this place. Through the corner of his eye he saw Selina moving about before dashing away as if to avoid something. "What?" Bucky looked over in befuddlement to see the same sow that somehow disarmed him was now trying to ram Selina. "Selina, get clear!"

Huffing out gustier-rubbery snorts, fumingly, Selina propelled her stampeding momentum on defensive tempo, aggressively rearing up her tusked-snout a hairbreadth into the sorceress's tauten calve with bone-impaling ferocity. A kittenish pout saucily quirked over the burgundy lushness of the witchy imposter's plushier full-bow lips as she whirlingly sidestepped with vampiric evades from Selina's explosive assault. "Y-You're not taking him..."

In that heart-knifing moment, gaspingly, Selina registered the unremitting pressure of cool-bionic vibrainium mechanically braced over the pudginess of her jowelly throat on immobilizing-deadlier sync. Emitting out choked-off breaths, Selina thrashed against the robotized chokehold, vertiginously, feeling Bucky unmovingly straddle his muscled thighs over the plumpish rotundity of her curvier girth. The sludginess of the pen was disturbingly akin to gloppy molasses against her stubbier hooves-deadening her warred mobility. "S-Stop doing this, handsome..." she grunted, breathlessly, thrusting her porcine head forcibly against the washboard rigidity of his Kevlar-clad midriff. "Ooh..."

"Stop, just stop," Bucky murmured with a rough voice. He didn't want to hurt the pig who was probably instinctively defending what she perceived as her territory in this pen, but he wasn't about to let the animal hurt Selina. The sow was stubborn and strong, nearly slipping free of his sleeper-hold which prompted him to put more pressure. The other sows in the pen were oinking wildly, the sight of him subduing one of their own perhaps serving to only agitate them as the ran about in wild circles. The sow's struggling was getting slower, he steadily relaxed his grip, hoping it was enough to keep the pig winded in an effort to collect her breath. "Selina, are you hurt?" He called to her over his shoulder. The sow was whining as he released her. Bucky felt guilt and remorse in his heart as he released the sow who laid on her plumper side breathing in deeply. He turned to find Selina watching the scene with a cruel smile before she met his gaze and looked at him coolly. That was weird. He thought nothing more of it as he moved towards her, "we've got to get out of here. I got someone on the outside who's gonna give us a quick ticket out."

"B-Bucky..." A throat-vising squeal anguishedly railed out her on a panicked tempo as brazen sow tearily flashed her beadier autumn-rich irises onto the vixenish imposter's lithe hand possessively splaying her lithe fingers with kitten-soft pressure over the golden skeins kinetically melded within his vibrainium servos with carnal reverence-a deceptive variance of sirenic allure to damningly chasten her beast machine into headier throes. Witchily, Selina played off an impish smirk, gazing down at the graven-edged ridges that athletically delineated underneath his tactical jacket-a true Spartan warrior incarnate. "What's the hurry Barnes, can't we have some fun..." she coaxed in a huskier undertone, friskily, as the pricky underside of his broader jaw scratchily rasped against the supple delicateness of her bruised cheek. Arrestingly, she flexed her daintier palm over his tauten mid-drift-hijacking every surge of his reluctance. "Besides you owe me..."

Bucky was confused if not a little bewildered by her behavior. Selina was known for being coy in the face of imminent danger. It was one of the things he'd loved about her how she could be so playfully seductive and teasing like a woman who just won the lottery but wanted to gamble it all by teasing the big bad wolf. But she'd been gone for months, held captive on this mythical hellhole of an island against her will. He would've thought she'd be in more of a hurry to leave than this. "You must be really glad to see me, darlin', if you really want to have fun in a place like this," he deadpanned, nearly out of breath after his struggle against the aggressive sow, not to mention the number of beastly minions he had to put down on his way in. There was no telling what else waited for them beyond this room, but the wizard had told him not to get too cozy here otherwise the mystery witch who ran this place would make it impossible for him to want to leave. 'Had the same thing happened to Selina?' He thought worriedly. Was she under some kind of mind-control spell?

Detecting a pulse of hesitation that implosively notched through his veins, hungrily, Selina gripped onto his jacket's collar with a head-jerking yank-leaving him dumbstruck breathless against the possessive-evocative tenor of her sensuous demand. Groaningly, Bucky emitted out a throatier 'mphff' as the surging heat of her pillowy cherry-glossed lips devouringly stretched his with kiss-bruising pressure that crushingly disarmed vestiges of his resistance.

Keeping Bucky captive into her seductive thrall, she rhythmically dragged her lacquered fingernails against the heavier underside of his bristled jaw with fevered precision, driving his arousal onto the riotous-untamed edge of headier decadence. "I guess you missed this, huh, Barnes..." she rasped, breathily against his poutier velvety-soft lips, only to hear the distressing assonance pandemonium of her blubbery-girthed drudges gruntingly became a pandemonium of heart-razing anguish. Vextiously, she was aware that he was resisting her aphrodisiac command of virile surrender-he wasn't kissing back. "Block out that damn noise..." she hissed, waspishly, as her dark irises grew lividly alight with rapine malice. "Just focus on me, James..."

He wanted to kiss her back, to simply give in and release the months of repressed desires he carried for his missing lover, but knew this felt wrong. SHE felt wrong. Mustering his will, he fought to wrestle his lips back from hers, it felt almost like reciprocating her rough onslaught, until the separated with a gasp for breath. Bucky gazed at her with focused eyes full of distrust. "Stop." He grunted, not liking the viperish smile on her lips.

As the scratchier gravelliness of his throat-gritted drawl feverously struck a defensive cord of restraint, Selina mirrored the voltaic intensity the smolderingly gleamed in his grayish-aquamarine irises as he staggeringly reined back on his mud-sodden GX boots with aggressive traction while a nidorous mantra-incantation vitriolically amplified in the possessive frequency of morphic-damnable witchery that effusively deadened him.

Predatorily, she whirled around him with cobra-honed graces, flitting her dark irises callously onto the Geber blade readily sheathed onto his leathered holster. Saucily, her full-bow lips quirked up as she registered a hostile callback of his tactical-deadlier calibre. "Always full of surprises, aren't we, Barnes..." she chided, thornily, as her lithe fingers deceptively brandished the hilt of an xiphos dagger that alarmingly retracted from her golden-cuffed bracket. On heavier strain, gnashingly Bucky jutted out his dimpled-chin- traces of bestial menace cuttingly razored over the hard-edged contours of his boyishly rugged features as his bionic fingers tactfully clutched onto his blade on mechanized tenor. With a malevolent glare, the fieriness of her doe-like brandy depths bewitchingly melded into purplish-aster, evident to Grecian skeins that electrifyingly veined over the cool pearlescent of her gauntleted forearms. "I guess the mask needs to come off, handsome..."

His instinct was to reach for his custom spring steel combat knife. It was a polished and freshly forged blade that gleamed like a shiny strip of platinum as he clutched the handle in his right palm. "I don't know who you are...But you're definitely not my kitten." His voice carried a level of angry conviction. He was being toyed with, mentally and emotionally. He was used to people screwing with his head, but this felt too personal. His jaw tightened as he assumed a combat ready stance just in time to parry a knife thrust aimed for his chest. The spring steel scraped against the ancient dagger, the metals scraping loudly, sending chilling vibrations up their arms. Bucky looked at her with surprise at her strength. That would've pierced his lung if he hadn't countered it. Selina wasn't a knife-fighter-if she was, she was seriously holding out on him. Rather than question the grinning viper, he retaliated with his own side-ways thrust, sweeping the blade in a crisscross motion and wasn't surprised that she managed to dodge the attack with unnatural grace. His movements were slow due to the mud but hers were swift and undisturbed.

"What have you done with Selina Kyle?!" He yelled, unsettled as the woman wearing her face laughed evilly and and feinted a stab-thrust only to swiftly pivot on her right leg, spinning to bring her left foot down on his shoulder in a twirl-kick. He staggered but managed to block the brunt of the attack. She didn't relent as she thrust her blade for his chin. He edged back but felt the hissing brush of air over his face as the blade came a breath from piercing his skin. He caught her wrist, attempting to wrestle the weapon from her clutches. She used the proximity to lunge and wrap around his torso, her ankles locking. She grunted as she brought the blade down, the tip piercing his shoulder. "GRAAH!" Bucky cried out in pain. Seething with frustration, he threw his weight back, towards the wall. She grunted as his weight smashed into hers giving him the opportunity to grab her hair and fling him over his shoulder. She pulled the knife out as she went, causing even more pain to blind him.

Bleeding and fuming he stepped forward and thrust his boot hitting her midriff in a Spartan-kick sending her backwards. "Answer me!" He roared.

Rearing her bloodied chin up with viperous traction, sneeringly, the deceitful imposer glided her daintier palm over the delicate-bone curvatures of her elfish features as whitish psionic energy creepily sloughed the masquerading visage of the gorgeously thievish kitten, revealing a vampiress- siren. The glossier sleekness of her dishevelled raven-purplish whorls alluringly cascaded over the supple curvatures of her olive-bronze shoulders portentously akin to cobra-deshret. The voluptuous exquisiteness of her statuesque form was lavishly adorned in a whitish Grecian chiton-tunic embroidered with rhinestone sapphire that fringed over her golden-plated brocade. "I find your gladiator resilence amusing..." she rasped under her breath, mockingly, flitting her basilisk silvery-virescent irises maliciously onto a heap of shredded neoprene that was evidently discarded into a soggy mud-pit. "Though, I must confess, your beautiful Selina no longer exists in mortal reflection..."

Bucky's skin went ice-cold as the world seemed to collapse all around him. Choked with disbelief, he bared his teeth at the mystery witch while clutching his knife even tighter. "What the hell does that mean?! D-Did you kill her?" He was afraid to ask, the dread seeping into him was more grievous than the pain weeping from his shoulder. The strange woman had shed her magical disguise and revealed her true visage. Bucky trembled and glared fiercely as she laughed at his turmoil. She wouldn't give him a straight answer, he knew. His frustration boiled over until he lunged at her again, his knife aiming for a killing thrust towards her neck. She parried with her own blade with venomous skill causing sparks to fly out as the metals clashed. Bucky didn't relent, despite his slow footing as he spun and masked a swipe towards her waist. She dodged and retaliated with her own strike. Bucky ducked and caught her arm with one hand, exposing her side as he thrust. She dodged only barely, the blade cutting through her dress and scratching her skin, much to her ire.

The knifepoint clash of his untrammelled ferocity was symphonically explosive; with cobra-strike reaction, she viciously gripped onto his vein-threaded wrist, lashingly dragging her fingernails over tauten flesh that was stabbingly like a paralytic-waspish sting inexorably lancing bone-deep. "I must admit that you harbour an impressive vibrancy of combative tenacity...A true warrior of Sparta." A pitch sardonic razed up her throat, malignly, as Bucky angled his garbed chest against a marble-quartz column with tenser strain-resistance increasingly thrummed within him. "Instead you've been carousing in the shadows of an underworld that is befouled with the iniquities of lost souls...Perhaps the drive of your valour has become redemption to save these mortal drudges, but even the noble warriors of Sparta tasted defeat under my power..."

Raptorially she glanced down at the graven-corded rigidity of bulkier-athletic-honed muscle that hunkily bracketed into v-cut obliques of his kevlar-garbed abdomen-every virile curvature was menacingly edged with gladiator solidity as he forcily wrenched his arm back. Feigning her warring revulsion, she blatantly kneaded her palm over the bloodied gash in his muscled shoulder-relishing the infective onslaught of her telestic dregs that would morphically amputate his masculine beauty into a boarish-obesified drudge. "Now you will join my wretched captives who fatteningly prevail under my reign, for denying a place at my side, James Barnes..."

Raggedly, Bucky emitted a choked-off gasp on mortified tenor as purplish trigon glyphs mephitically striated over the heavier thews of his deadened forearm-branding him with her sorcerous incantation. A morphic heaviness of rubberized-blubbery pudge doughily fused over his tauten flesh on chunkier fruition as he gaspingly wavered on vertiginous traction, and braced his cybertronic arm over his bulgier mid-drift that swollenly glozed underneath his tactical jacket. "Urgh..." Gaspingly, Bucky slumped against a marble pillar, registering every vestige of his athletic-honed resilence disturbingly sloughing into globbier rotundity as his jutting navel furrily dwarfed against overlapping pudginess-a blobbish girth.

"N-N-No…" He felt like his blood was on fire. A sickly burning sensation pouring through his veins and reaching out for his heart and soul. Bucky fought with every shred of strength and ounce of willpower to stave off the waves of change crashing against every cell inside of him. The witch's magic manifested as purple veins bled across his skin. The pain he felt, the horror of anticipation didn't compare to the ache in his heart that he had failed. He'd failed Selina. Crashing to his knees, he couldn't control the twitching spasms of his transforming muscles, nor the bulging mass of his expanding fat. He gazed up at the evil witch who laughed at his suffering. If it was the last thing he did he promised himself he'd stop her by whatever means necessary. The soldier inside of him is defiant till the very end.

"S-Selina…" His voice croaked as words failed him. His hearing was deafened by the sounds of his own body being twisted and reshaped from a human being into a mere animal.

Hearing the oinkish cadence gurglingly erupt over his globbing throat, with viperous fluidity, Circe eased onto her shapelier haunches, kneading her lithe fingers through his sweat-drenched tresses that grungily clung over the lumpish deformity of pudgier fleshiness that uglily fused with his masculine sculpt of his outstretched- elongating nose into a wedged-out snout. Heaving out snortier breaths on a panicked tempo, gapingly, Bucky stretched his poutier lips as his lower incisors piercingly jutted into boar-like tusks. "N-NO..." The bone-vising onslaught spasmodically amplified into convulsive mania; stuntedly, Bucky pinched his eyelids against the bubbling puffiness fleshily melding over the stubbier bones of his reshaping fingers-hooves. "Grugh.." The burgeoning -mutative strain of his girthier-pot-bellied roundness burstingly 'shrappp' against the ripped kevlar of his tactical jacket-he was alarmingly morphing into a blimpish hog.

The odorous-pukish acidity of bile droolingly trekked over the bulbous sagginess jowelly chin- every razor-edged contour of his scruffier features meltingly glozed into a blobbing -furrier visage of a hideous boar. "Such a waste..." she rasped, mockingly, tracing her lacquered fingernail over the puckered swollenness of his tusked-lips. "I desired to keep you as my champion among the victorious ranks, now, you will lament into the dregs of gluttonous misery and listlessly sire wretched broods that will replenish my paradise..."

It was all a scream-both inside and out. He couldn't believe this had happened to him. A flick of his gaze towards the dangling hoof of what used to be his right arm saw the stubby limb shift by his command. His misery only continued to grow as she taunted him. The evil witch's cold touch was about as pleasant as a needle being dragged across his skin. He wanted to recoil, he wanted to lunge and maw on her hand like the animal she had just turned him into. But he couldn't. The suffocating stench of her magic permeated his body turning him into a weak creature whose ultimate purpose was to be devoured or discarded. Bucky didn't care which one-it was all for nothing! Selina...Selina was gone...wasn't she? He couldn't bring himself to hope, to torture himself any further than the grim reality he now faced. He wasn't a human being anymore-this evil witch had stolen that from him as sure as Hydra had stolen his free-will. Bucky latched onto the anger inside of him, the drive to remain defiant as he grunted and huffed in his struggle to stand.

"You uurrrgh you won't-urrrgggh-g-get away with this!" His voice was heavy and broken amidst the oinkish pitch of its new form, but his message still rang clear as he saw her curl her lips with distaste. He watched as she snapped her fingers and as if by magic, a towering behemoth of an creature stalked forward into the pen. It looked more like a beast than a man with the face of a goat and the body of a bull. Bucky braced himself for the feeling of imminent death. Instead, the jailer grabbed his leg and started dragging him through the muck. He struggled at first, desperately trying to find some way of breaking free from the grip of inhumanely strength. It was no use. As he was dragged, his fading gaze landed on the sow, who was alert and looking at him, squealing as if out to him.

He was back at their studio apartment. Midtown, NYC. The moon shone bright in the sky behind a veil of clouds, latent and foreboding. All the ivory towers glittering like diamonds on black velvet. But nothing shone brighter than her pearly soft smile as she patted his cheek and pressed a kiss against his lips. His heart-ached, his hands weren't able to let her go as she whispered in her sweet silky voice. "I'll be back before you know it, handsome." He felt her leave, not watched, but felt. It was like a part of him was being taken with her.

"Selina..." He called out to her as their world faded into dim obscurity.

He awoke to the feeling of ice-cold water splashing all over him, rendering him into an alarmed panicked state. A cold cruel voice laughed at him.

A guttural squeal breathlessly erupted out of the paunchy sniper-hog's flabbier throat as he dizzyingly wobbled on the clumsier traction of his stubbier-cloven hooves on shell-shocked panic, unaware of the hulkish rhino-like warden imposingly grounded his block-sized hooves near the iron-spired bars, malignly gazing down at the newest addition of the pathetic-fattening ranks."Awww... Did the little piggy, not like his morning bath..." he bellowed in snortier cadence, abrasively, glaring down at the remnants of bluish kevlar tatteredly clinging onto bulbous rotundity of his droopier girth as Bucky stumblingly thunked the bulginess of his plumpish backside against the eroded bars."Get up you pudgy runt...Or I will enjoy dragging you into that mud heap again...Bucko!"

Thrashing up the jowelly pudginess of his tusked snout on defensive accord, gruntingly, Bucky caught the putrid rancidity of hoggish-sweat vomitously entrenching him-the stink of anesthetized dormancy that pervaded within the sludgier pens. Blurringly, against the puffier sagginess of his furred cheeks, Bucky roved the feverous intensity of his beadier aquamarine irises onto the spired bars as his floppier ears twitchily rapted against his wedge-sized head. "Mphm..." he emitted out in a gruntier pitch, nasally, registering the paunchier bloatedness of his rotund mass chubbily shifting as he exhaustingly attempted to pivot onto his stubbier hooves, only to feel a bone-vising pressure of the shackled-chain grippingly clamped over his stockier fore-leg arresting his warred mobility, as his wiggly corkscrew tail spiralled out of his furrier rump. "Argh..."

Confused didn't begin to describe what he was feeling. The pungent reek of filth and stagnant water was suffocating he felt his eyes water with revulsion adding to the biting chill of his wet misery. "W-Where am I? W-What the hell is this?!" He squealed at the hideous thing that stood outside of the confines of his cage. He was big, roughly over six feet tall and about as wide as a jeep ready to run over everything in his way. His head throbbed with the chorus of wailing cries coming from all around him. It was a blur at first, the dim dark of the pen looked about as hospitable as a dungeon. All the other cages reeked with the stench of fear as animals of various breed beat against the bars of their cages. The ugly one laughed at his confusion, a sadistic and annoying sound that was too awful, rang over the noises as an electric rod was brandished. "Get the hell away from me," Bucky grunted.

"The stink of defiance stills clings to you, piglet..." The beastlier rhino-dreadnought grunted, mockingly, his leathery fingers hefting up a taser-baton on malignant tenor against the eroded bars, as his blackish-onyx depths rabidly glared onto the paunchy chestnut-grayish furred boar, ploddingly waddling over a discarded heap of Kevlar. "You will be scoured from it, once you become a pathetic oinkin' slug in my ranks..." he bellowed, snortily, gesturing his baton at the blubbery -chunkier droopiness of his porcine captive's barrel-sized girth. "First you're gonna enjoy stuffing your piggy snout with sludge..."

"Like hell I will!" Filled with unspent rage, Bucky threw his weight against the cage. The bars held against his mass, the cold metal digging into his sides sending mind-numbing pain throughout his body. But he didn't relent. The pig imagined the witch that put him hear laughing at his misery and he continued thrashing against the bars. The force of his growing defiance caused a restlessness among the other imprisoned animals, their cries growing louder in pitch serving to agitate the guards. The rhino-like brute known simply as Dimios, grinned sadistically as he envisioned breaking the newly transformed hog into a whimpering pathetic mess. "AARRGGH!" Bucky squealed with frustration, the bars either were magically reinforced or the steel was simply too much for him to do anything but slightly bend the bars. "Once I get my hands on that evil witch, I'll-"

"ENOUGH...!" A thunderous cadence fumingly vented out of Dimio's horned snout, as voltaic surges of white-hot energy pulsed off his baton and searingly lanced through Bucky's globbier mass on tasering succession. Bolstering onto his stubbier hooves with callbacks of his untrammelled ferocity as the electrified barrages were intensifying over the shagginess of his fur, gnashingly, Bucky dragged the warped deformity of his vibrainum fore-hoof against the muddier ground, while Dimios stomped his brutish advances into the cell. "You just don't quit..." He yanked the chain with forceful viciousness, listening to Bucky oinkishly grunt out choke-off heaves. "Yeah, the big boys are gonna eat you alive, piglet..."

The strength was sapped from his body as if he were cut opened and drained. Every nerve in his body ached, the lancing pain of electricity bringing forth harrowing memories of his Hydra reconditioning. Electro-shocks had bombarded him with mind-numbing agony and all he could do was scream. His new body wasn't up the endurance he'd built in his superhuman physique. He could only glare up at the rhino-guard with a heated glare that promised retribution should he ever get free. Being angry helped him to cope, to distract him from the grim reminder of how he had ended up here. Her name echoed in his thoughts, his heart breaking in his chest to envision what form of torment she endured in this place. He felt his body being dragged out of the cage by Dimios, the guard throwing him towards a trough filled with nauseating muck that might've been expired fruit. "You eat it first, tough guy!" Using the strength of his hooves he kicked the trough, and splattered the food all over the rhino's body, staining his mouth and torso.

"You'll pay for that...!" Dimios huffed out in vehement pitch, gustily, splaying the veiny puffiness of his leathery hand over the bulbous massiness of his armoured girth as the putrid gooeyness of bilious slop drippily smudged his bronze-forged manica gauntlets. With sledgehammering pressure, he yanked onto the blubbery furriness of the sniper boar's humped shoulder, manically, dragging Bucky's pudgier-tusked snout into the lumpish gunk of rancid sludge. "EAT UP...!" he snorted, fumingly, aware of his porkier captive's rampageous aggression, he brutishly delivered a chokehold over the blobbier sagginess that flabbily overlapped around Bucky's thickened neck and punishingly waterboarded him into the mushier trough with snout-plowing force. "You got a little fight in you, I'll give you that, but soon you won't even remember your name, piglet..."

"No! Ngh! G-Get off me!" Bucky struggled like a man being dragged off to the gallows, feeling nothing but the dread of impending doom in his belly. The deafening squeals and growls of the other wild-life surrounding him only increased his sense of agitation. Dimios' strength was brutal and unyielding, Bucky felt his head might be ripped from his shoulders in his attempt to resist it. The rancid stench of slop was as nauseating as filth. His eyes watered and he gagged amidst his squealing, but it was no use as his face was shoved into the trough. "N-No! I won't-gargh! Ack!" Slushing muck mixed with expired fruit was smeared against his face. The squealing and roaring grew louder, Bucky's temperance was waning. He thought he could hear a voice-her voice-somewhere in the recesses of his surroundings calling out to him.

"B-Bucky..." A choked-off grunt raspily emitted from her blubbery throat, angling her pinkish snout against the eroded bars, feverously, Selina gazed at the dreadnought-beastlier warden thuggishly clutching onto the sniper-boar's flabbier neck. Bracingly, the vixenish sow grounded her stubbier-cloven hooves with defensive traction-she needed to distract the massive brute. Fixing her beadier dark irises collectively, onto a wooden bucket, she wobbled against the hoof-vising strain of her shackle, harnessing up the kickback momentum of her chubbier hind-legs and drove every surge of her rampant ferocity against the bucket. "Hey..." she railed out, snortily, as the bucket smashingly careened into the bars. "Pick on someone your own size, big boy..."

The brutish guardsman whipped his gaze towards the impudent sow who dared to taunt him and growled threateningly. "Shut your mouth you mewling sow or you're next!" His distraction and intense focus distracted him from his task, only too late realizing that the newly turned pig in his grip had gone slack as if weightless and dead. "You still alive you pathetic worm?" He stuffed Bucky's face further into the slop and felt no resistance. "Ah damn it," Realizing his error, Dimios pulled Bucky back and threw his to the ground where he laid as lifeless and still. If it weren't for the ever slight rise and fall of his abdomen he was certain the hog had perished. His mistress would have him ripped to pieces if he had ended her newly turned prize prematurely.

"Weak. Pathetic. You won't last long in this hell, mainlander." The clumps of slop matted to the hog's head and mouth satisfied the brute enough with the thought the pig had been forced to eat it. It wouldn't be long now until his mind was gone. "I'm gonna enjoy stripping the bacon off your hide when Circe no longer needs you."

"No...You bastard!" A heart-stopping onslaught of crescendoing panic betrayingly whipsawed through the bulgy suppleness of her voluptuous mass, unblinkingly, Selina gazed at her motionless sniper-boar as the girthy rotundity of his blobbier underbelly alarmingly strained against his throatier oinks. She wouldn't accept that he was potbellied chubb-ball into a sorcerous-deadbolted reality with her-not her beast machine. "G-Get up handsome..." she murmured, shakily, watching the fuzzier length of his puckered-jowelly snout twitchily rapt, evident to his floppier ears underneath the unkempt shagginess of chestnut tresses -he was definitely playing down the possum card. Against the feverous bleariness that robbed her vision, Selina gnashed her tusked-teeth, and thunked her pudgier snout against the bars with resurge of her pent-up fury. "You didn't even him a chance..." she oinked-off, jarring the rhino-brute away from Bucky with her deceptive play. "You're not walking away from this..."

Dimios sneered with sadistic amusement as he turned his back. "Tough luck, Piggy. Did this lump of ham mean something to you? Was he your brother?!" Bucky's eye peeled open, disorientation fading as his focus was burned into the guardsman's back. Slowly he shifted and brought one hoof out from under him, and then a second. Dimios towered in front of the sow's cage, his mountainous size casting an ominous shadow over her. "Oh I think I get it, you were hoping to mate with him? HA! Don't you worry now, your time will come and when it does I'm gonna gut-" Massive weight crashed into Dimios' back, sending the minotaur sentry careening forward to smash into the spiked arch of a column. The spike pierced his arm and the ogre roared with pain. "AAARGGH!"

"That's no way to talk to a lady," Bucky grunted on unsteady hooves.

Venting out a full-throated grunt that implosively revved within the blimpish paunchiness of his rotund form, aggressively, Bucky thrusted his jowelly-tusked snout as he rushingly barrelled his clunkier momentum towards Dimios with line-breaker charge; the heftier traction of his cloven-hooves draggingly scraped against the marble flooring on defensive-breakneck succession. The warped deformity of his vibrainium fore-hoof robotically whirred on mechanized tenor as he gnashingly rammed his wedge-sized head into the heavier bulkiness of Dimios's armoured legs. "Argh..." Onrushes of his enhanced resiliency exceedingly stoked as he bouncily torqued on his stubbier legs, and fiercely gored his curved tusks into the rhino warden's leathery flesh with no retraction of hesitance. "S-Stay down..."

He didn't know what he was doing, reacting solely on pure aggressive instinct against an oppressive jailer who wanted to torture him, he merely fought back. He should've high-tailed it and ran for the hills, maybe Strange could get a bead on him and pull him out of this mess before he wound up on a spit. But he knew he wasn't imagining things when he'd heard that voice-her voice. He recognized the sow who he had tussled with back in the pen where he believed he'd found his Selina only to be deceived by a venomous snake. But...he actually had found his Selina, only she wasn't in the shape he had expected, he realized. "Selina?" He oinked at the sow with a broken tone.

"Always the showoff, Barnes..." Selina quipped in a snarkier undertone, gruntingly as she waddled on cloven-hooves against the clamping deadweight of the iron shackled chain bruisingly hinged over her stubbier foreleg. Sconces of torchlight ethereally contrasted over the glossier sleekness of her burgundy-mahogany fur, inadvertently she grounded her bustier- curvaceous form against the spikier bars. They have bloatedly leashed down within the Oydesse's witchy enchantress porcine ranks of being chastened to breeding stocks.

Warding off vestiges of untrammelled heartache, riskily, Selina gazed into the cool steeliness of the dumbstruck sniper-hog's beadier aquamarine irises-a dishevelled thatch of chestnut roguishly fringed over the puffier sagginess of his jowelly cheeks as the puckered deformity of his shapely-bow lips menacingly fused with curvier tusks-he was a beasty hog. Stockily, Bucky wobbled closer on a lumberish pace towards her barred cell with tempoed desperation. "Guess we both got extra packaging, huh?"

The hog was speechless, having his theory confirmed without question was a shock. Selina was alive. She was a sow. The very same sow who had been fixated on him when he showed up…The same sow he'd attacked in defense of an imposter. Shame and guilt didn't begin to describe what he was feeling. How could he have not seen it? "I'm sorry, Lina. I…I didn't know." He released a remorseful grunt as he waddled towards the bars of her cage. He was oblivious to the commotion building as Dimios attempted to regain his footing and the other caged wildlife were raving like mad spectators. He thought he heard one of them scream 'kill him', egging him on to finish Dimios' while he was down. Bucky ignored the hysteria and focused only on her.

"If I had known, I'd-"

"Not the best time for this, handsome..." she grunted out, bluntly, staving down an onslaught of bone-deep tension racking over her flabbier neck-the deadlier pressure of his bionic hand that breathlessly immobilized her into a chokehold. Fervently, she yanked her delicate forehoof against the heftier weight of the chain, while Bucky shamefacedly drooped onto his chunkier haunches-doing his utmost not to release his dammed-up anguish that irrevocably raided through his plumpish form. A saltier rush dampishly trekked down the furred pudginess of his tusk-snout as he mistily gazed at her blubbery throat-knowing that his robotized grip would have unforgivingly suffocated her."You don't owe me that, Barnes..." She frisked her pinkish snout against the bars with a devious twitch. "Besides I went a little easy on you..."

He would have chuckled if had enough resilience to come back from this harrowing revelation. Instead Bucky grimaced in a pained smile, his joy at knowing Selina was alive was enough to curb the anguish over what had become of her. "I'm getting us out of here, darlin'," he vowed, not realizing the presence of two looming shadows entering the room until they towered over him. "All I need is to-aargh!" A pair of monstrous hands wrapped around his furry hide yanked him off his feet. The room spun on its axis and the hog released a comical squeal of surprise before he was lobbed across the room. He smashed into a wall of iron bars sending pain flaring throughout his body. The rumbling growl shook the room and a tremor of panic entered his gut. His blurring vision made out the form of a gargantuan...thing standing outside of his cage, sneering at him. A jackal-sentry of some kind with eyes yellow like burning hot coals.

"Foolish hog," the beast chided him before slamming the door to the cage down, imprisoning the hog within.

"No-no-damn it!" Bucky squealed out with frustration as he threw his weight against the bars. "Let me out!"

A scything clamour of dagger-like claws lashingly grazed over the bars on deadlier accord, viciously, a whitish-furred canine muzzle jutted out, catching a hoggish reek that stinkily wafted off the newest prisoner-a rotund -shaggier boar who feistily stowed bone-deep tenacity. Oinkishly, Bucky thrusted up his puckering snout as viscid blood drippily smeared over his matted grayish-chestnut fur. "You know I find pigs so boring to kill..." A raspier timbre that fringed with Arabic growlingly resonated within the ghoulish-wraithlike jackal hybrid as the metallic gleam of a khopesh crescent-sickle blindingly flashed against Bucky's stormier depths. "Just fattening in your dormant misery until I reap out your butchered souls..."

An immensely frustrated Bucky wasn't close to intimidated as he beat his weight against the bars. "You think I'm on the ropes, you ugly mutt, wait till I get out of this cage and i'll-" The guard kicked the bars with enough force to dent the bars, the collision sending Bucky to smack against the back of the cage. Pain mewled from his snout, the vestiges of his stubborn pride shattering like glass as his hearing rang like a siren. That one had hurt. The pain felt it all the way to the tips of his hooves. A painful oink emanated from his snout, the guard watching him with silent satisfaction as he laid on his side. The other wildlife had yet to cease their wild raving, prompting the jackal guard to roar at them. His volume shook the room causing the other animals to go quiet.

"On your feet, Dimios! The mistress will have your head if she learns of dissent among the cattle!" The guard chided the rhino who shook off his pain with a sneer at Bucky's cage.

Hearing the riotous pandemonium of voice-crippling squeals berserkly amplifying within the murkier barracks in distressed mania, snarlingly, the jackal sentry whipsawed his crescent-sickle with vicious- homicidal precision, cuttingly the blade ratcheted off the bars on dead-straight fruition. The odorous miasma of sweatier fur biliously wafted out of the cells as blimpish obesified hogs anguishedly thrashed against their shackles in the horrified wake."SILENCE!" A full-throated growl erupted out of him, roaringly as the maniacal intensity of his lucent-golden irises rabidly flashed down at the headstrong-potbellied boar resting droopily on the globbier bulginess of his roundish girth as Bucky chestily oinked against strained pants. "Enjoy your stay, pig, for once you become worthless in the fattening ranks I will enjoy tearing you apart...Piece by Piece."

"When I come back, I'm gonna rip out your other arm and have it for a snack," Dimios threatened a disoriented Bucky who was laid out on his side. The rhino-guardsman had the hog marked as his personal torture-toy after daring to attack him. Worse, Agron had seen the spectacle and would no doubt let the Mistress know of his folly. "What are you looking at?" He sneered at the sow in the cage beside the newcomer. Her gaze was cool and unflinching if not unnerving. He stayed his hand, knowing the sows were prizes not to be harmed. Left with no one else to bully, Dimios shuffled out of the dungeon-like pen with a limp, Agron, the jackal guardsman, soon to follow.

In Bucky's cell, the soft groaning of pain was the only indicator the hog was still conscious after the jackal's assault. Pain burned in his body like he'd been hit by a car. He wondered if he could barely move because he was hurt or because he was simply too fat in his new body to make the task easy. "Hng! Ummf!" He struggled to turn over, fighting through the pain in his side that screamed at him in protest. "Next time I'll take a horn off that mug," Bucky grumbled with soured defiance.

The boggier muddiness of the lockdown pen sludgily clung to her fleshier-cloven hooves, oinkily, Selina angled up her pinkish-furred snout against the bars as he gnashingly hefted up the droopier paunchiness of his barrel-size girth on the strenuous accord-a comical feat that dredged up a callback of blissful memories when she impishly enticed him out of the clumpier encompassing sheets of their mattress with a naughtier play of her kittenish brazenness. Despite that, he was torturously barraged with onslaughts of parasomnia-cerebral trauma that left their blankets drenched, she anchored him out of those anguished throes until he rode out the apparitional-grief-razed chimeras. "Having fun in there, Barnes..." she quipped under a gruntier breath, jocularly, watching him moodily puckered his jowelly snout into a staunchier grimace. "Do you need some help..."

"I'm-ngh! Peachy," he managed to haul himself up onto unsteady hooves. It felt like trying to balance a truck on a beam. His flabby weight jiggled repulsively and he resisted the urge to yell out his frustration. As the adrenaline of his violent encounter began to wear off, the reality of his predicament began to set in and he felt ill-prepared for its overwhelming effect. How the hell did this happen to him? To both of them? Selina was alive, he reminded himself. His search hadn't been in vain and she was now incidentally, imprisoned in the cell beside his own. Stowing his own bitter feelings of his new form, he slowly trotted towards the bars and peered at her closely. "What about you? Are you alright?" He still hated himself for attacking her and defending an imposter, but more than that he worried what had been done to her since she'd been brought here.

Hearing a crestfallen pitch underlying fringe against the murmurous gravelliness of his whiskey-roughened timbre, vehemently, Selina hammered down her chubbier fore-hoof with untampered force in reactive succession as she drove the point-blank intensity of her beadier dark irises fervidly onto the sniper-boar who bolstered the fubsier rotundity of his globous mass exhaustingly against the iron-spired bars. Gustily, Bucky emitted out snortier pants against a heart-stabbing upheaval of revamped defeat -it wasn't his fault, she was dragged into the obese menagerie of porcine ranks because she was downplayed after utilizing her thievish-virtuosic prowess of stealthier infiltration to retrieve a high-priced asset from a cheap-faced investor who bankrolled syndicate extensions for HYDRA. "Let's say it's hard to adapt to this porky makeover, handsome..." she grunted out, techily, feigning a petulant—edgier grimace over the fuzzier length of her pinkish wedge-out snout. "Every meal needs to be a hard pass, unless you want to break the scale, Barnes..."

"You sure picked a helluva person to steal from, darlin', if it landed you in this place dancin' on two sets of hooves." Bucky snarked as he wedged his snout between the bars. There was a five foot gap between their cages, the distance might as well have been the Grand Canyon for how far he felt from her. He peered at her closely, the ghoulish shadows of the cell-bars streaking across their forms. "Who's the mystery witch that wore your face? Something tells me she's not from around here?" He was in a cage, trapped in a prison that was unlock any other that wasn't made up entirely of cell-bars, but his own transformed body. The logical thing to do was panic, instead, he fell back onto his training that gave him some level of focus. Plan, assess, know your enemy and surroundings.

Hearing the derisive gravelliness of his oinkish timbre, imperturbably, Selina glared at the podgier rotundity of his stumpy form, every porcine drudge that Circe trickily leashed down into her fattening barracks was abdominous obesefied into repulsive heaps of piggish flab. Undeviatingly, her cloven-hooves glided over metallic remnants of drachma coin—archaic spoils that were discarded from bygone phalanxes of Athenian merchants-poor suckers- who got ensnared onto the dystopian island of hoggish misery.

"Didn't you Brooklyn boys ever read the Odyssey..." she deadpanned under terser breath, pointedly, as the chagrined sniper-boar gruntingly thrusted his jowelly snout against the bars."Yeah...I'm guessing those boring history classes weren't your style, huh...?" Broodingly, he razored his beadier silvery-aqueous irises onto the drachma scattered over the muddier ground of his cell. "Yeah...I'm guessing those boring history classes weren't your hardcore style, huh...?"Wonkily, Bucky scooched his girthier rotundity on vertiginous tenor, as curvier jutting of his tusks menacingly gleamed against sconces of torchlight burnishing his cindery-chestnut fur-despite being a potbellied chubb-ball, he was the smallest of the boar ranks. "Lucky for you, I know that our witchy keeper gets her century kicks by turning people into hefty porkers with don't play her rules..."

"...You're…not kidding. Of course you're not," Bucky was at a loss as he listened to this. When Strange had told him they might be dealing with a mythical threat, Bucky only took him half-seriously believing that this could have just been a delusional witch or a cultist in the wrong part of the world. But he should've known better. If the Norse gods turned out to be real, who's to say the Greeks myths weren't any different? How the hell did the world get so damned insane so fast in this day and age? "I used to love fairy-tales and legends growing up. I don't think I'll ever be able to pick up a Lord of the Rings book again after this." He oinked and paced in his cage, feeling the gravity of the situation begin to bear down on him. This was bad. If the witch was actually Circe, the sadistic man-hating sorceress of legend who made a habit of roasting sailor turned pigs on a spit, he couldn't expect to last long in this place unless he figured something out.

"What does the witch want?" He finally asked, mildly aware that there was a building tension in the pen as the other captive animals reared and groaned in anticipation of another cell opening-a bigger one. The reeking stench of sloth and sweat permeated the area nearly making Bucky choke. "Ugh, what the heck is that?"

Curbing down a tempoed onrush of her defensive repulsion, involuntarily, Selina angled up her pinkish snout against the vomitous potency of greasier- mucus-glazed flab that suffocatingly forced out a choke-off grunt. Scruching her largish nostrils, she wobbled back in earshot she bristlingly detected an intrusive-obese proximity of the voracious -lard-ass boar who lustily encroached near her cell. Roving her tigerish-brandy depths, fixedly, over the breeding pens, she caught a glimpse of a hulkishly abdominous mass squatting on his fleshier stubbed legs as the jowelly puffiness of his roundish-tusked snout hungrily plowed over chewed-off scraps of pomegranate. "Urgh..." she oinked, tersely, as the putrid raunchiness of his lecherous-carnal arousal smellily wafted off the glozing layers of squishier blubbery pudge that flaccidity overlapped his bulbously rotund form. She wouldn't become plumpishly straddled into beddable-prego compliance for a grossly jumbo-sized hog."Now that's some really bad stink for a girl to get used to..."

When Bucky first saw the shape of the behemoth waddling through the pen like a slimy turd, he thought it was some horrific thing out of Greek Mythology like the 3-headed hellhound bred to prey on tortured souls. It alarmed him to the point he nearly shirked back against the bars of his cage to make himself invisible. But then came the oinking heaving and grunting that he'd become too familiar with. The mass of furry flab shifted until a head was revealed, a face hidden by thick layers of chubbiness it almost made the beady dark eyes seem non-existent. "Is that…a boar?" The creature oinked as it swivelled its neck till it was peering in his direction. A deep sinister, all too human laughter filled the pen.

"Oi, what have we here? A new little piggy comin' into my humble abode?" The accent sounded Australian and posh, very much belonging to a man or creature who was all too used to getting what he wanted in life. The beast was big, over five and a half-feet in height and almost the same in width. He didn't so much as walk as nearly drag himself across the floor like a slug in search of something delicate to munch on. The bits of consumed fruit sticking to his furry maw flew with his spitting speech, Bucky wrinkled his snout with disgust. "Already made yerself a punching bag among the help, did ya? Ha! That was fun watching you get your teeth kicked in. Tell, me on a scale of 1-10, how much did it hurt?" He loomed in front of Bucky's cage, the size of his mass easily blotting out the light of the pen.

"I've had worse, Jabba." Bucky quipped fearlessly.

"Not really playing it smooth, Barnes..." Aware of a revamp of aggressive testosterone headstrongly glissading within her paunchy sniper-boar, Selina levelled dead-straight intensity of her beadier darkish onto the gelatinously obese slug that droopingly lumbered a breadth at her cage as viscid snot gloopily trekked out of his dampish snout. With the imperious poise of a debauched gargantuan emperor-the boorish hog- Warg, grounded his blobbier forelegs saggily against the spired iron of Bucky's cell. The grotesque slug was a two-faced business tycoon named Wallace, a backstabbing cheater who shadily gambled with the high-rigged investments-a cancerous parasite- who hungrily leeched onto syndicated assets until he was pegged into a crossfire with the Greek mafia- blood debts. Lucky for her arsenal to fire back on him, Selina had a 'name' card to play down.

"Hey, don't you have big girls to chase, Wallace ..." she grunted, jauntily, listening to Bucky huffily emitting a defensive snort as he gnashingly puckered his jowelly snout into a 'tough pig' scowl. Dragging out gruntier heaves, intimidatingly, Bucky chafed his tusks against the bars, conveying a rivalrous stalemate of hoggish-breakneck dominance. "Cool it down, handsome, I got this..."

A rumbling growl came from the hog's throat that felt more appropriate for an actual wolf than an over-sized swine, but the sound was enough to register his anger at his real name being used. "Shut your hole, you nosy wench!" He set his focus on the caged sow, though his gaze could not be seen the deliberate way he sized her up and how he licked his chops was a sure enough indicator of his lecherous appetite. "That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days. Unless you're lookin' to take me up on me offer to uh…roll in the hay," the hog chuckled darkly, "I can pull some strings, let you out, maybe feel the sun on that pretty fur of yours again. Huh? Whaddya say?"

Bucky beat his hooves against the cage, his fury spiking with each word the hog spewed from his mouth.

"Sorry to disappoint, big boy ..." Selina murmured in a sultrier undertone, coquettishly, as she friskily quirked up her tusked-snout into a poutier smirk, aware of the corruptive-vulgar rancidity of his salacious arousal that stinkily wafted off his bristly pinkish-gray fur. Every deceptive tactic of his free-hand charity was to sleazily back a desperate sow into the corner of his pen-leashing her into feminine compliance with his ruttish-grubby delectation. He was a maniacal-insatiable tyrant who had a 'death-grip' on each filthier broodmare that protrusively swelled-out with his litters of squirmy-milk-guzzling piglets. It was a soul-crippling reality to become catatonically shackled into breeding pens-to join the blimpishly dormant-preggy sows who exhaustingly grunted out their voiceless anguish-heartbreak. Dismissively, she pivoted on her stubbier hooves, blocking out his wanton grunts. "Look, if you're expecting me to roll over like all your other girls...It's not happening."

The boar only chuckled with sadistic amusement as he took in her blatant refusal as some form of challenge. "That's what they all say at first, sweetheart. All the pretty ones play hard to get. It's a tune I've been dancing to in this place for a while. It can be fun…but also boring the longer it plays. Don't think you can keep me dancing it for too long." He grunted threateningly as he leered at her with hungry anticipation. That was until the newcomer stole his attention by beating against the bars aggressively.

"You heard the lady. She already has me as a dance-partner. So how about you beat it, punk?" Bucky felt an irrational sense of male dominance rise up within him. A primal feeling to exert his claim and protect what he perceived to be his "mate". The boar wasn't too pleased with his butting in and proceeded to headbutt the cage and force Bucky backwards a few steps.

"The name is Warg, you impudent little s***. You better wise up. Around here in these pens, I am god and you're a little gnat i'll have squashed beneath my hoof. So you better wise-up and stay out of my business, or I'll make sure Dimios has you roasting over a spit for supper."

"Yeah, M' gonna enjoy puttin' ya on the ropes..." Bucky grunted in a snarkier pitch against the oinkish chuffiness of his gravelly drawl, he was vexatiously smart-mouthin' back at the fattish slug, tamping down the aggressive urge to deliver a thrashingly head-bashing assault into Warg's lumpish- jowelly snout. He wouldn't be taking cheap-shots for a porky Jabba the Hutt, who lustily desired to claim the fervent heat of Selina's voluptuously curvier form. Unlike the other droopy-girthed sows, the decadent- Italianesque exquisiteness of her vixenish-forbidden beauty wasn't sloughed into layers of blubbery pudge: his kotenok was too damn gorgeous. The vulnerability of her feminine- compliance was nakedly exposed on her shapelier underbelly-a torturous- smack-dab revelation that she would bloatedly exist like an expandable breeding instrument, carrying disposable litters-piglets.

He couldn't defend her with the lethal calibre of his combative tack-the fleshy stubbiness of his cloven-forehooves were moulded to wobbily lumber into muddier trenches-not clutching the hilt of a Geber tactical blade: he wasn't the Siberian beast-machine anymore. In depth-charge fruition, snortingly, Bucky wobbled against the bars with head-ramming ferocity, at that moment the hippo-sized hog, disgustingly, glazed the iron latch of Selina's cell with gloppy snot. "Argh...Get away from her!"

"Somethin' to remind you of me, love," Warg rubbed the pudgy expanse of his side against the bars of her cage, prickles of pungent sweat matted to the cold bars covering it with his stink. "When your cold dingy cell begins to feel so lonely at night, just remember all you gotta do is sing my name. I'll warm ya up," listening to Bucky's angered struggling from his cage filled with oversized boar with both satisfaction and irritation, wondering what the connection was between the two of them before they came to Circe's Island. His curiosity only lasted a moment before he shrugged with indifference. One way or another, he would make sure the runt would be dealt with and the shapely-delectable sow would find herself where she belonged: beneath him inside of his cell.

"I'd save your energy if I were you, runt!" Warg snorted as he slowly began to drag his way across the pen towards his own accommodations. "Today was only a small taste of what they have in store for you. Haha sleep tight!"

Hearing Warg's pompous grunting maniacally caromed against her floppier ears, unnervingly, Selina gnashed her tusked-teeth as the vaporous rankness of greasier pudge stinkily wafted off the iron bars; a fetid-sulphurous reek nauseously enwreathed around her. Quashing the denotive urge the rampant nosedive into a trough to evade the sicko pungency of the blimpish-covetous slug. Vehemently, Selina thunked her pinkish snout against the bars, aware of the intensified disgust that implosively rode through her voluptuous- chubbier form. "Don't worry, handsome, Jumbo, will never own me..." she murmured, ruefully, hinging onto tampered restraint against the dynamite-like fury explosively stoking through her veins on incendiary tenor. "I won't be playing nice..."

Angling the supple pudginess of her snout, feverously, Selina registered the smokier balminess of mintier—cinnamony sandalwood headily became a decadent anesthetic off the dishevelled shagginess of his grayish-chestnut fur; not the muddier grunginess of sweaty hog. "Not a bad smell on you, Barnes..." she quipped in a sassier pitch, huskily, easing down onto the squishier rotundity of her girth—reaching for him with ardent precision. Gutturally, Bucky chuffed out snortier pants, fiercely, nudging his tusked-snout against the bars until their porcine heads blindly mirrored passion-driven urgency.

"As long as you like it, darlin', it works for me," he quipped with a dry snort. His nerves were still flaring with unspent aggression towards the oversized ugly hog who thought he could have his woman-kitten. Hearing Selina's voice of reassurance helped to soothe his ire in a way he'd sorely missed. Their gazes locked between their cells and Bucky looked at her intently. "If you've had to put up with this kind of attention since you got here, darlin', that's all about to change. I know you're a girl who more often than not prefers to take care of herself. But in here...I'm gonna make it clear to anyone who tries to mess with you just who it is they're dealing with."

In those heart-stunting moments of deadlocked vulnerability that raided through their paunchier forms, mistily Selina flitted her autumn-brandy depths over remnants of his tactical kevlar tatteredly clinging on his droopier underbelly as sconces of torchlight contrastingly shimmered over the robotic servos that fleshily melded with his vibrainium fore-hoof. Staving down the kiss-starved impulse that ratcheted against her riotous heartbeat, fervidly, Selina nuzzled her plushier snout against the bristly pudginess of his tusked-snout. The grounded-intensifying closeness of their dampish snouts, breathtakingly surged into a gloried-untamed demand. "B-Bucky..."

They were caught on the savorous edge of a kiss-driven by the instinctive tempo headily gusting out of their aligned snouts as Bucky nuzzled her furrier cheek with whisper-soft pressure with reverent steadiness. Against his unkempt tresses that shaggily draped against his floppy-spaded ears, the cool steeliness of his grayish-aquamarine depths smolderingly electrified with voltaic intensity as he groaningly angled his wedge-out snout on the heavier accord, only to feel the eroded bars achingly scrape against his puffier jowls.

Against the insuppressible-forbidden need that hungrily duelled within them, moaningly, Selina braced against the rampant thrust of his puckered snout against a breathless-heated rush as the lush swollenness of her porcine mouth avidly fused with rampant pressure of a heart-liquefying kiss. Regardless of the unbearable chubbiness of their potbellied girths that heftily deterred their mobility, Selina pressed against the bars, gripping onto warred vestiges of sensuous fervour-holding onto his soul-driven promise. Every flabbier layer of her voluptuously plumpish form thrummed with evocative rhythm as Bucky gutturally snorted on hungered abandon-not letting her go. "Just stay close, handsome..." she rasped, breathily, aware that every fraction of their intimate moment was seized by the panic-razed grunting that distressingly echoed around them-a pandemonium of utter hopelessness.

"I'll get you out of this, darlin'. I promise," Bucky oinked in what he thought was a reassuring whisper. The adrenaline in his body was fading as exhaustion settled in to take its place. The aches in his joints dealt by the hard-hitting blows he endured were an extra layer of sedation luring him towards imminent slumber. He didn't want to sleep again, he was afraid of what he'd see. Another heavenly memory of bliss from their shared past, or a nightmare of their harrowing present. He fought the personal anguish in his body that was filled with self-pity and disappointment. He felt like he'd failed, that he was kidding both himself and her with his tenacious bravado. But he had to hope. He'd do whatever it took to get her out of here.

He could see Selina mimicking his actions, settling down to lay on her sides. Their snouts brushed with the barest of touches. The warmth that seeped from that brief contact gave him comfort. Together, the couple fell soundly asleep, separated but reunited.

Vy podchinyayetes', soldat?

The grunginess of his sweat-drenched tresses was featherily askew over his broader temples as fevered bleariness robbed his peripheral vision. Suppressing his jack-up aggression, consciously he registered the bone-vising pressure of titanium clamped bruisingly over his tensing wrist as the whirring electromagnetic pulse of mechanized hydraulics alarmingly surged through his veins in panicked tenor. Blurringly, he caught fleeting glimpses of HYDRA lab coats tentatively encroaching closer to him-the sterile potency of disinfectant assailed within the lockdown bank vault that was a snake pit of HYDRA. "N-No..." he murmured in gruntier pitch, croakily, shifting the bulkier resiliency of his corded thighs against the modified dentist chair he was being forcibly strapped for an electroshock purge of his cerebral recesses-he was being immobilized into heavier deadweight. Raggedly, he emitted an oinkish breath against the constricting Kevlar of his tactical vest that was tatteredly sheathed over the blobbier doughiness- obese rotundity of his protrusive-bulgy mid-section. "W-What..."

The bulging mass of his own restrained body was surreal and horrifying. Leathery flesh was covered with waves of dark fur. The shackled strength of his appendages were nothing but twisted sticks with fur all over them topped off by chapped hooves. The numbing ache in his body didn't so much as come from the pain he endured by the feeling of total inhumanity in his being. So he grunted, he struggled like a man being dragged to the gallows waiting to face the hangman's noose. He caught a glimmering shape at the corner of his eye. Something looking at him? A reflection...a broken one of a helpless animal. "Net! Net! Chto eto?! Chto ty delayesh' so mnoy? (No! No! What is this? What are you doing to me?)" What had they done to him? Why had they done this to him? He was supposed to be a soldier-a weapon. Not thing...this thing!

Everything seemed twisted and distorted. The murmuring voices surrounding him were accompanied by blurred faces. None paid him mind. None except for one. A tall well-dressed man speaking to a lab-coat. He shifted his cold blue eyes towards him, smirking as if proud but there was nothing but cruelty in his voice.

"I gave the directive for Captain America to be eliminated before Project Insight goes online..." A malicious cadence sternly resonated out of Alexander Pierce as he scrapingly dragged out a metallic stool in front of the dentist's chair, the callous gleam of his silvery-cobalt irises angrily roved over the discarded graphite bevor-muzzle-that was on the medical trolley. A semblance of revulsion etched over his worn-down features as he gazed at the freakish -porcine deformity of the Asset's tusked-snout. "Your lethal efficiency has been compromised..." Easing down his wrinkled hand, tauntingly Piece reached within his white-coat, gripping a packaged Twinkie. "Now you'll be a pig for HYDRA...Something for Melina Vostokoff to experiment on for obedience commands ..."

"I'm not finished!" He squealed out, defiant and terrified to his bones; feelings he shouldn't be experiencing. He should be complying with their wishes, he should be empty, he shouldn't think. But he was. A voice rose up from the depths of his psyche and roared out in a bid for freedom. "LET ME GO! STOP!" The well-dressed man, his superior officer, had merely thrown the pasty treat at him as if he were a pitiful stray that deserved only to be spat on. "I will-I-ngh!" He felt cruel hands grab ahold of his neck, forcing him into a straight posture. A familiar sadistic voice hissed into his ear. The voice of a man who wanted nothing but to see him suffer.

"Hold still, piggy. This is gonna hurt, and I'm gonna enjoy it." Brock Rumlow grinned savagely as he secured a strap around the pig's throat, locked him back against the headrest. The whirring sound of electrodes being prepared pierced through his haze of torment. "I will not comply! NO!"

The bone-jerking pressure of Rumlow's brutish hand forced him against the chair, snortier heaves jackhammered breathlessly through the paunchier globbiness of his Kevlar-garbed chest as the circular machinery pulsingly haloed over his furrier-jowelly cheeks that Rumlow nastily squeezed. "Open up, porky..." Tamping down whimpery oinks as he vomitously choked against the rubbered mouthguard gliding over the swelled puffiness of his deformed lips, thrashingly, he gnashed tusked-teeth at the second his wedged-out snout to bleedingly grazed the HYDRA enforcer's gloved hand.

"Grgh..." A seething hiss erupted out of Rumlow as he malignantly yanked the Soldier's dishevelled-shaggier tresses with breakneck viciousness, mirroring the razored steeliness that piercingly gleamed into his bleared aquamarine depths. "Oh, you got a little fight left in you, huh...Oinkin' freak..." he taunted out, raspily, gazing at the blimpish -girthier swollenness burstingly straining underneath the Kevlar vest as glozing blubbery pudge fleshily overlapped the hoggish Asset's jutting navel. "Woah...I guess my boys are gonna have fried bacon tonight..."

The searing pain of the electro-shocks piercing his skull brought about the feeling of being on fire from within. Any defiance he would have directed at Rumlow evaporated in a shrilling squeal of agony. "Not again! NOT AGAIN!" His world was burned away in a bright light that blinded him. The haunting echo of his own screams lingered as the whiteness dimmed into obscurity. The pain simmered with it. And then there was nothing-just a black cold emptiness where the warmth of conscience thought was no longer there. The cold was irksome, causing him to roll about restlessly. No light, no sun. Just the polished surface of metal beneath his mass to keep him grounded in a state of abandonment.

A churning in his stomach, gripping and untenable. Hunger. He was hungry. He searched the darkness finding only metal bars as his companion. But there was a waft close-by. He sniffed, his senses were alive as the aroma of fruit crossed his brain. He dragged himself towards it. He couldn't move. Too heavy, but it didn't matter. He was hungry. Chewed pieces of apple and grains were spewed out over the floor, he sniffed them, flicking fresh bits into his mouth. It wasn't enough. He was hungry. Still hungry. The scent was stronger, he dived head-first into it, mouth open. The richness of nourishment bombarded him with a gluttonous focus.

A pale streak of light coming from a flashlight moved across his cell, reflecting across the floor the mountain's mass of pig fat that was his body. It didn't matter. It was a face without a name.

He was hungry…He would always be hungry. That's all he knew.

As the fudgy decadence of cameral-drizzled brownies appetizingly wafted off the granite countertop, vexatiously, Selina braced the lithe svelteness of her garbed back against the fridge, splaying her daintier palm over the globous swollenness that ballooningly jutted underneath her lacey pink swing-dress as she registering the quickening-gut-punching vibrations of her feistier twins. Collectively, she whirled on her puffier feet with balletic graces, as her autumn-brandy irises brusquely glanced at the summer bake sale flyer pinned on the fridge.

"Okay...Let's get this over with..." she murmured out, tersely, listening to the front door infuriatingly open on routine succession. "Handsome, are you home...?" With tentative advances, she waddled out of the polished kitchen on fervent tenor, steelily gazing at her potbellied -tubbier husband who huffily grunted out his warring frustration. Underneath his loose-fitted shirt, the plumper droopiness of his roundish midriff bloatedly expanded as he piggishly munched on a greasier doughnut on slobbier accord."I'm guessing you already had your fill, Barnes..." she rebuffed, pointedly, gazing at the purplish remnants of blueberry jelly disgustingly smudged over the jowelly heaviness of his dimpled chin as his stuffier cheeks flabbily puckered his shapely-bow lips into a boarish grimace. Curbing down her fervent irateness, Selina glared at the bulbous rotundity of his paunchier abdomen that repulsively jiggled as he swaggeringly plodded -his fleshier hand possessively reaching over her curvaceous-bustier form. " Urgh...Now that's a lot of extra packing for this girl to handle, porky..."

"Nothing wrong with a little afternoon snack before the main course, darlin'," Bucky Barnes said with a lopsided smirk at his shapely-wide lips. Despite his attempt at being charming, there was an evident if not tragic decline to his charming state. His voice that was suave and cool was about as tired as a hungover sloth unwilling to get out of bed. His manly scent of musk and sandalwood was replaced by the reek of alcohol and sugar. Bucky's eyes were glued to his wife's frame, drinking her in with hungry appreciation till they fell upon the countertop. He visibly sniffed and his grayish-aquamarine ireses were suddenly wide and alight with ravishing intent. "Speaking of-" he made his way towards her and delectable tray of treats behind her. "Are those brownies I smell? Aw, babe you shouldn't have-"

"I don't think so, handsome..." With a depth-charge reaction, arrestingly Selina braced her daintier palms against the stiffened leather of his threadbare jacket, registering the blobbish doughiness of his paunchier mid-drift cushily melding over the jutted-out swollenness of her girthier-preggo-bump. "Umph..." Groaningly, she reached for the brownie platter with blinded precision as the odorous reek of Jack Daniels smellily wafted off the grunginess of his unkempt chestnut tresses; staunching down a pukish onrush, quickly she pivoted on her socked-feet with balletic ease, knowing he was indifferently grappled into throes on unstoppable-piggish hunger. Dragging his teeth waggishly over his poutier underlip, evident to his rascally nose scrunch, maddeningly Bucky emitted out a snortier chuckle as the jowelly pudginess of his scruffier jaw tensed against huffier grunts. As she grabbed the platter at the countered second he clumsily reached to swipe off a brownie. "If you want one, Bucko, you have to make dinner tonight...No exceptions."

"Sure I can order some Chinese, beats having to do any dishes after," he offered, using one of his arms to help steady his pregnant wife's body while his other hand tried to reach for one of the square chocolatey pastries. When he saw the firey displeasure in her eyes, the working part of his mind that wasn't obsessed with food and drinking took heed of the danger he could find himself in and he relaxed his hand, putting on a pouty twist of his lips. "C'mon, darlin'. Pretty please?" Entranced by her floral scent, his nose bristled near her hair, his puffy lips still specked with jelly from a donut he stuffed down his throat an hour earlier sought out the smooth creamy surface of her neck and jaw. A different type of hunger was soon to take hold of him as his eyes fell absent and were controlled by rampant urges to consume.

"Bucky..." An intrusive clamour of the doorbell echoed within the kitchen, on a defensive accord, vehemently Selina gestured for him to answer their front door. Giving her a sourish glare, huffily, Bucky plodded his wobbling advances closer to the cherry-wood door. At the moment he turned the knob clockwise, he was dumbfoundedly floored by the heart-stealing vixenish stranger curvaceously braced against the doorframe- a Grecian siren- alluringly garbed the silkiness of a black Versace mini-dress that exquisitely contrasted her lustrous chocolaty whorls glossily draped over sweetheart décolletage voluptuously fringed against the bustier suppleness her delectable breasts-she was a temptress incarnate. The olive-bronze sleekness of her elfish features stealingly entranced accentuated the full-bow lushness of her pillowy lips as she flitted her ebony-hazel irises onto Bucky with thievish intensity.

"Well hello there, beautiful!" Bucky had uttered the captivated words as if he were locked in a lustful spell. The woman was all pretty curves honed with soft muscles. She must've been a gymnast or a yoga-practitioner as she seemed to exude strength and energy. His mind was a mess of c*** thoughts as they swept over her womanly physique, he missed the wicked gleam in her violet eyes as they peered at him like a serpent with malicious-intent. "What can uh, I do for you?" He asked as he made a quick attempt to appear manly by reclining against the door which only caused the roundish pudge of his bulging belly to push out further from his shirt.

Watching the boarish slob's poutier shapely-bow lips cockily quirk into a toothier smirk, feigning repulsion, malefically her cherry-red lacquered nails dragged against the paper bag that she temptingly clutched with gluttonous enticement as the greasier scent of Boston cream doughnuts stuffed inside gripped Bucky into a hoggish stupor-she needed to fatteningly amputate out hunkier traces of his athletic-honed resiliently that bulkily corded over the hard-edged contours of his tauten bicep-leash him down into the porcine throes of obese drudgey.

"I hope you do not mind this intrusion.." she purred in a sultrier cadence, witchily flashing her dark irises onto the blubbery globbiness of his chunkier mid-drift that repugnantly drooped over his denim-clad waistband like lumpish sludge. The razored angularity of his scruffier knife-cut features chubbily fused into puffier jowls-the hideous vestige of a rotund boar. In moments of her chimeric-seductive trance would catatonically usher Bucky into the mud heap of her listless-overstuffed boars while his voluptuous---kittenish mate would plumpishly spawn insatiable litters. First, she needed to play off the charade of the good neighbour. "I just baked these decadent pleasures for you..."

His spell of hunger had shifted from one of lust to a gluttonous haze once he caught the scent of baked goodness coming from the tray. The rumbling in his belly had intensified in the wake of being denied his home-cooked dessert only to be tempted by a new offering. It was perhaps poetic and a trial that men everywhere faced. Bucky could feel Selina's gaze on him and he looked back at her with a strained but reassuring look. "Thanks, miss, but uh I'll have to pass," he said to the violet-eyed woman. "I'd be cheatin' on my diet if anything," Bucky joked but felt an inkling of dread as the woman's gaze became sharper in his polite rebuttal. It didn't matter. He feared the wrath of his pregnant wife more than a stranger that just moved in next door.

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