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“How long do you think they’ll hold out?” The scarred man – Brock Rumlow, if she wasn’t mistaken – casually asked his underling as he leered down at Jane and Darcy.
“Hope it won’t be long,” the other man commented, his eyes running up and down Darcy’s body in a way that made her want a shower, “I’d like to take my time with this one.”
“Fuck you,” she snapped.
SMACK!
The second man backhanded her across the face, and she took that as her cue to keep her mouth shut, at least until she had an Avenger friend by her side or her Taser in her hand.
“Shut your mouth, slut. You’re just the leverage here.”
“Leave her alone!” Jane shouted.
Rumlow smirked at her. “That’s right, Doc,” he told her, “You give us the intel we want, and we leave your little intern here alone.”
The second man gripped Darcy’s face painfully, his rough fingers rubbing her cheek. “feel free to take your time, though.”
“Don’t give them anything,” Darcy told Jane bravely, even though she was feeling anything but brave.
Rumlow glared at her, then turned his eyes to his companion. “Tough little thing, aren’t you? Maybe the doctor here would like to see how tough you really are.” He jerked his head towards the only door in the room. “Have a little fun with her, clothes on for now. If they still resist, then you can take it up a notch.”
The second man scowled a little at the ‘clothes on’ rule, but his scowl shifted into a lecherous sneer as he grabbed Darcy – who was still bound at the wrists and ankles – by the arm and started to drag her out.
“NO!” Jane screamed, throwing herself against her own restraints, “DARCY! DON’T TOUCH HER!”
“JANE!” Darcy cried back, struggling in her captor’s grip.
She continued yelling and cursing all the way down the hall, even after the door shut behind her and she could no longer see or hear her friend.
TO BE CONTINUED…