Cursed-10 [America x Reader x 2p!America]

Cursed
Chapter 10
America x Reader x 2p!America
-------------------------------------------------------------
You lay there, absolutely still, feeling violated, degraded, and somewhat...pleased. You could hardly feel from the waist down. Everything ached as you shuddered in fear against the sleeping psychopath. Tears fell once again, stinging your cheeks as they rolled. Your heart ached in agony as the prior events seemed to play on repeat.

The brunette tensed his muscled arms, pulling you closer to his chest. You could feel every core muscle against your skin, sending shivers through your nerves. You arched away, but he pulled you closer yet again. It was fairly obvious he wasn't asleep. A soft kiss to the cheek took away the tears. You hoped that maybe...just maybe he was back to his old self, but a quick glance from his ruby-red eyes crushed any hopes you had.

"Mornin' dollface." Fred yawned, "Enjoy our 'quality time' last night" he ended with a chuckle. You clenched your eyes shut, trying to act like you were asleep.

"Real cute dollface." The brunette sneered before nudging your cast, sending a sharp ache through your bones, making you whimper in pain.

"You look so cute when your in pain, now stay here. And I'll be riiight back." He sung with his signature smirk as he headed out of the room.

You were alone, exhausted, and in excruciating pain, feeling over all defeated. The sound of your phone buzzing against the carpet startled you out of your depressed state. Bad for you, it was at the other end of the room. Painfully, you pulled yourself out of bed and dragged yourself to your buzzing phone.

"Hello?" You answered in a whisper.

"(name)? It's Arthur. What happened? Are you alright?" He sounded concerned.

"Aside from being raped and beaten...I'm just faaaaaan-fucking-tastic." You replied sarcastically.

"Oh...Well...I'm working on fixing the problem...and um...maybe if you just do as he asks...it'll wear down a bit...maybe."

You heard Fred returning, you quickly hung up and did your best to make it look like you fell out of bed.

When the brunette psychopath entered the room, he was carrying a bowl of canned soup and a bottle of aspirin. You looked up at him and forced out a pained smile.

"I fell..." You whimpered, welling up a few tears.

Fred just sighed to himself, setting down the food before picking you up and sitting you upright under the comforter. You looked at him, slightly confused. He placed the tray of food on your lap, placing two aspirin tablets on it.

"What? Were you thinking I was going to kill you? I treat my toys right dollface." He said matter-of-factly.