#litchfield

CHAPTER 2 of Blood Must Have Blood (AO3 link)

Links on Tumblr to the other chapters; Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summery of fic: Reader/Jess Harper has already survived abuse and sexual assault by stepbrother Nate Millers, but the reward was a prison sentence for murder at Litchfield penitentiary…

What happens when you/Jess come face to face with Nate’s old colleagues and friends, Correctional Officers Steve Rogers and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, who both seem set on making you pay for your mistakes. Will you be able to survive it all over again?

Pairing (kinda): Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Nate Millers (OMC) x Reader

Words: 4149

Warnings: DARK AU, dubcon/noncon elements, Dark!Bucky, Dark!Steve, implied sexual acts, mention of murder, mentions of death, mentions of violence

You have been warned.

Chapter 2

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You had made it back to your bunk. You were sat leaning against the high, dividing wall with your arms around your knees, pressing tight in a solemn embrace of make-shift comfort, with tears still stinging your eyes. Years of accepting abuse and living in constant fear made it wickedly easy to accept your fate of unknown hurt coming your way. All you could do was muster up the same attentiveness and forced respect towards the ones now controlling your life. Should be easy enough, right?

Your roommate, you had overheard others call her Gina, came scurrying into your shared accommodation right before a blare of some kind of alarm came on.

“There’s a sweep,” she said whilst tidying up her desk area. “Get rid of your shit and stand outside the bunk.”

You glanced around, seeing others acting the same as Gina.

“I-I don’t have anything,” you stuttered, words unclogging your throat, figuring she was speaking of contraband.

You stood from the cot on shaky legs, your body a bit worn from your panic attack.

“Good,” she said, grabbing your arm in passing, and pulled you outside the cube. “Stand there and be quiet.”

She placed you on your side before standing on hers. You were unsure of what to do, when two guards came in through the door. CO Rogers and a new guard you hadn’t seen before, with a mustache. You recalled Nichols mentioning someone by the nickname ‘Pornstache’. Fit him just fine.

Officer Rogers spotted you, making direct eye contact with you, before smirking. You felt a shiver run down your spine. The sheer size of the man was intimidating enough. To then add the authority - and his outright contempt towards you - made it hard to disguise the shiver as anything other than fear. It was made worse when realization hit that he was checking your side of the dorm, now almost up to your cube. You willed the tears to not resurface.

Both officers had made a mess of the bunks as they searched them for contraband, the rattle and clinking of metal and plastic hitting the floor making you jump every time they threw something new on the floor, or shouting out ‘clear’ like a military command. You noticed the other inmates keeping their gaze forward in the wait for the guards to be done with their trashing, but you couldn’t fight the urges to keep your eyes downcast and submissive when officer Rogers slowly walked up to your cube. He stopped right beside you. You felt his gaze burrow into your body as he looked you up and down.

“This is a mandatory bunk inspection. I need to thoroughly search your cubicle for contraband,” he said, before walking in to begin his search.

Both you and Gina threw glances back at him. Checking her side, he pushed aside some books and papers, splashing a cup of water on the ground as it fell, and slightly messed up her bedding, coming up empty.

He moved on to your side. Right away, wiping your whole desk area clean from the few belongings scattered there, intentionally kicking some books over into the puddle of water gathered from the cup, giving you a dark smile as he did. You swallowed the dry lump edged in your throat at the sight of his smile. There was no doubt in your mind that your bunk would be the messiest one of all at the end of this.

He rummaged through the bedding before he grabbed your mattress and flipped it onto the floor, leaving it in the mess. He walked over to your locker and threw everything across the cube, pulled down your provided hoodie and towel hanging from the hooks on your side, making sure that you noticed him leaving Gina’s still hanging. He stepped on your things, your sheets, your blankets, your pillow, your mattress, as he once again came to a stop beside you.

“Clear!” he bellowed, making you gasp and jump at the proximity.

He gave a huffing smile before leaning in closer, taking note of you cowering away before catching yourself.

“Better clean that shit up, or I’m gonna have to write you a shot, inmate.”

You frantically nodded your head.

“Ye-yes, sir.”

You could have sworn that your mouth had never been dryer, the words coming out jagged and low. Steve scoffed, before both guards made their way out of the dorm.

Gina gave you a worried glance when going back inside to clear up the mess made. You knew you were paler than before, and that said a lot. With shaky hands, you started to put everything back where it belonged, trying to brush off the footprints on the sheets before making the bed the way it had been made prior to the onslaught. You dried the books on your shirt, but the pages would undoubtedly be bent and curved when they dried.

“That seemed overly aggressive,” Gina noted.

She made quick work of cleaning everything on her side. Another level of realization hit you of how they could make your time here hell. And you knew it was the small things that would drain you the most.

“Yeah,” you said. There was not much else to say.

O.o.O.o.O

Your counselor Healy, a greying, overweight man who really couldn't read people, had assigned you to Electrical for work. You got paid 11 cents an hour, but it was better than nothing. Your commissary was low. Basically all the money you had were put into the account, and there was no adding to that without work. Right now, you’d rather stay busy and not focus on the horror show in your mind. It was hard, but doing something productive might help keep the mind-ghosts at bay. At least for a little while.

You were quicker to ask for directions this time, not wanting to roam the halls all by your lonesome when they emptied. Did they empty? There were over 200 inmates at Litchfield, surely the corridors were never vacant? Whatever the case may be, you did not want to find out today.

You opened the door to electrical, only to find Nichols drilling a hole in the wall to your right.

“What are you doing?” you asked, closing the door behind you.

Nicky turned around.

“It’s a… an art piece representing the futility of blue-collar labor in a technological age.” She looked at the broken wall. “And vaginas.”

You huffed a smile, wondering if she was this whimsical due to the amount of drugs she had done, or if this was just her personality. Either way, it was amusing.

“Go gather before he yells in your face,” she said, and nodded her head towards the CO sighing by the desk at the end of the workshop. “He’s got breath like dead things.”

You did as she recommended, and walked up to the officer in charge.

“Hi, I-I’m Je—Harper,” you corrected. “I was assigned here.” He scoffed.

“No shit.”

He stood up, looking bored beyond words. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and recited the speech he was forced to endure.

“I’m officer Luscheck. Welcome to the electric shop. Tools are kept here.” He pointed into the cage containing the tools. “If you want a tool…” he picked up a keyring of little badges. “Turn in a chit. Chits have numbers. The numbers are assigned to you. If the tool goes missing… we know who has them, and your ass… is grass.”

You nodded along, showing you understood what he meant. Luscheck scratched his head and scrunched up his face.

“Hey!” he yelled. “Rabbit Pearl!” You turned around at the lack of whirring from the drill in Nicky’s hands. “Ease back, all right? We’re all gonna go numb.”

Nicky threw her hands up in disbelief, ignoring him all together. You turned back to officer Luscheck, trying to stifle a smile.

“Anyway, simple as that.” He grabbed a book sitting on his desk and placed it on the workbench before you. “Read this. Then…” he grabbed a lamp and placed it on top of the book. “Fix this. The light turns on, you can call it a day. That goes for all of you!” he said to the entire room. “Read. Fix the lamp… go away. That’s your day, that’s your…. job.”

Once again, you nodded, and sat down to begin reading to try and fix this lamp.

You were relieved to find that this officer didn’t seem to know who you were, or why you were in here in the first place. Or maybe he just didn’t care. You hoped that was the case. He seemed like a slacker, someone who cared little for other people's business. Perhaps he didn’t even know about Nate’s death, or what had caused it. But you doubted it. It was most likely just a matter of time before he too would get in on the torturous ways shown by some of the other guards. But in the meantime, you put your focus on trying to get the lamp to work, busying your mind before the train derailed into paralyzing fear again.

The day went by quickly despite your hardest efforts. You still couldn’t get the lamp to work, but Luscheck couldn’t give a rat’s ass about that it seemed. You gave back the tools you had used, and started packing everything else up and cleaning your workbench, doing it as slowly as possible. And it seemed lady luck was on your side, because officer Luscheck started yelling at another inmate, Janae Watson, who was currently behind the bars of the cage, about some missing tools, which she was supposed to be in charge of.

“Who the hell has it?!” he screamed in her face.

Everyone stood frozen in their spots at the sound of the angry officer. Watson crossed her arms.

“I don’t know—”

“God!” Luscheck interrupted. He drew a hand over his face, looking out at everyone else standing frozen on the spot. “Fuck!”

He hit the alarm button on the wall by the cage, and it immediately started blaring.

You didn’t know what that meant or what you were supposed to do, but everyone else lay face down on the ground. Like the sheep you were, you did the same, a nervous but hopeful sigh leaving your lips. Hopefully this would take some time.

Within a few minutes, Mr. Caputo came into the workshop, along with officers Donaldson, Mendez, who went by Pornstache by the inmates, and Barnes, who zeroed in on your figure lying face down on the floor, eyes twinkling at the sight. You looked away quickly, feeling not only his eyes on you, but the other officers’ as well. Shit! You’d rather had called it a day and tried to get back to your bunk, incident free. Lady luck was being a bitch.

Officer Barnes followed Mr. Caputo to the front desk, slowing down as he went to walk around your front. The heel of his boot came down on the skin right above your elbow, and you squeaked a gasp, and pulled the arm in under yourself to protect it from further assault. Bucky smiled at the sound you made.

“You can stand up,” Mr. Caputo said, not having seen what had just happened.

All inmates did as he said. You rubbed your arm to ease the pain, keeping it close to your body to keep it safe and out of harm’s way. Officer Barnes was placed not far from your right, hands firmly together before him, blocking the way to the cage. He made sure not to blatantly stare at you, but you had to fight the urge to cower under his gaze whenever he did. Pornstache gave you amused looks every now and again from where he sat on a trolley behind Caputo, either smirking at you or looking you up and down without shame. Officer Luscheck was sat leaning against the desk next to the trolley, looking somewhat worried.

“A screwdriver is considered a deadly weapon,” Mr. Caputo said. “That is another five years on your sentence if you are caught with it in your possession.”

Watson, who thankfully had come to stand between you and officer Barnes, spoke up. Her voice trembled, though she persisted with her anger.

“I don’t like being threatened for something I didn’t do.”

Pornstache immediately rose to his feet, taking an imposing step forward, grabbing a hold of his belt. You instantly shuffled back with unease, earning a smirk from officer Barnes. Watson simply raised her head in defiance at the act, watery eyes be damned.

“No, I’m not threatening you,” Caputo continued. “I’m informing you of the facts.”

“Sounds like a threat to me. I already told you, I don’t have it.”

“I put her in charge of the tools, it’s her fault,” Luscheck blurted out.

“Yo, don’t be tryin’ to pass the buck on me, it’s your fucking job!” Janae shouted at him, making you almost jump back another step. “I’m just a monkey in a cage, remember?”

“Be quiet!” Caputo yelled before sighing. “If you had done your job correctly, we would know who is responsible for this theft.” He spoke in a calm matter, turning to his guards. “I want all these women searched.”

You threw a worried glance at officer Barnes who met your eyes with a raised, anticipating eyebrow.

“I don’t know about these other bitches,” Janae interrupted before the guards could take another step forward. “But no man-guard is patting me down and coppin’ a feel.”

“Of course,” Caputo said. “As is your right.” He turned to CO Donaldson, already close by after Janae’s outburst at Luscheck. “Donaldson, take her down to SHU and let her wait there until we can find a female officer to conduct a thorough… thorough search.”

You took a step back as the officer went to grab a hold of Watson, finding her less than cooperative.

“Don’t touch me, I can walk out myself!” Caputo raised a hand and gave an ironic wave at her struggling form in the guard’s grip. “Yo, motherfucker is a drunk!” She screamed and pointed at Luscheck again. “Yo, check his breath! Yo, motherfucker is a drunk!”

Her shouting was short-lived as Donaldson dragged her out of the electrical shop, the door falling shut behind them.

Caputo sighed. “Anyone else have a problem with a male officer?” he asked.

You gulped. You had a big problem with it. But you feared the same treatment as Watson should you say anything, and that was even worse. Instead, you focused your attention on the table surface before you, wishing everything to be over.

“If you cooperate,” Caputo continued. “Tells me you have nothing to hide.”

No one said anything, but you felt the apprehension reeking from the other women in the room. It was a damned-if-I-do-damned-if-I-don’t scenario.

Mendez walked to the back of the room to begin his searches there. Barnes came up to search Nichols first, standing closest. She raised her arms to the side and simply let him check her. You felt your entire body tense up. You didn’t like men touching you after everything Nate had done to you. Every graze could set off your spiraling thoughts into a dark pit. But this was even worse. You had absolutely no say in it, and his touch wouldn’t be simple grazes. You swallowed hard, willing your stinging eyes not to shed the tears.

Officer Barnes came up to you, just as Caputo turned around to talk to Luscheck. You tried to take a calming breath as you raised your arms, but it wasn’t quick enough for the officer’s taste. He shoved your arms up, before kicking at your boots to get you to spread your legs a bit wider. A whimper escaped your mouth before you could stop it. Bucky noticed. You felt the breath of his smile tousle your hair.

His hands went from your shoulders to your hands, pressing down harder than he needed to. With firm and unforgiving fingers, he then grabbed your breasts in both hands, squeezing hard. You whined and tried to get away but he pulled you back firmly against his chest, listening to your whimpers as he did. His head came down to your ear, smiling against the shell while he drew a deep breath of your scent.

“Better stay still, honey,” he whispered, just before Caputo turned around and forced him to continue his search in the matter it should be handled.

Though, the pressure was harder than necessary, and when he came to your bum, he squeezed your buttocks tightly. Bile rose in your throat. Sweat spotted your hairline. You felt yourself start to shiver from being tensed up, and the chill from the sweat did little to help.

Once satisfied with his check, Bucky grabbed your still raised arms and forced them down to your side, hard. He pushed you forward to move on to the next inmate in line, caring little if you’d manage to catch yourself in time. You felt light-headed, like the room was spinning, or running out of oxygen. Just a few more minutes now, then this would all be over and you’d be back in your bunk until dinnertime. Just a few more minutes, then you’d be out in the fresh air.

“If your memory jogs,” Caputo said, looking around at everyone. “You know where my office is. You’re more than welcome with any information on this matter.”

As he finished speaking, the officers finished their searches.

“They’re all clean,” Mendez said, backing away from the inmates.

Barnes came up to your end of the room once more, crossing his arms over his wide chest. The breath hitched in your throat, threatening to release a whimper just from the close proximity, but you caught it, and swallowed it before it could creep up any further.

“That’ll be all,” Caputo said, and started to lead everyone out of the shop.

Mendez went right after, waiting outside the door to make sure everyone left quietly. Officer Barnes waited inside, until he was the last man left. He was standing so close to the bench, and you still had to come even closer to get out. You swallowed hard, despite the dryness of your throat, and looked up at him with watery eyes, just for a second, before you dared move to make your exit. His arms were still crossed, his fists resting and pushing at his prominent biceps, making him appear even more buff. He looked down at you, a whole head taller than you.

“Move it, Harper,” he said almost daringly.

Your feet only shuffled along the floor, no matter how much you wanted to just sprint out of there. The room was emptying quick, and before you knew it, there were only the two of you left. He smiled as he watched your form shudder. The thoughts that must run through your head, he thought. You were terrified and he’d barely done anything yet.

He closed the gap between you and leaned his head down towards you. You tilted your face away, cowering back.

“Perhaps you wanted a little alone time, huh?” he mocked. “Get me all to yourself? So, you could stab me too, is that it?”

You frantically shook your head, but he grabbed a hold of your chin, fingers pinching the skin. You couldn’t stop the sob escaping your mouth. He chuckled at your response.

“Fucking murdering cunt.”

He pushed his hand up, forcing you to get up on your toes to follow.

“P-please, I—”

“We know what you did,” he said as a tear ran down your cheek. “We all know what you did to Millers. And if you think your time here is gonna be anything other than pure fucking hell…” He huffed. “Well, you’re in for a hell of a surprise.”

He released you with a shove. You caught yourself on the bench just in time, crying out as your own still healing side hit the edge. Your entire body trembled as you looked up at the man smiling above you. Tears ran freely down your face as you backed up with every step he took towards you.

“Pl-please, I-I didn’t—”

The door opened with a squeak, and Mendez peeked his head in.

“Everything alright, Barnes?” he asked.

Barnes gave him a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, we’re all good,” he said. “Just making sure this one wasn’t gonna try anything. Given her history.”

You looked down at the dirty floorboards, drying away tears while Mendez just scoffed.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t trust her to wipe my ass.”

Both men chuckled, not giving a care in the world about your state.

“Well, come on then, sweet cheeks,” Mendez said. “Ain’t got all day. Come on out to daddy.”

Your head shot up at the nickname. It was as if someone had hit a switch, turning off the lights of the world and leaving only the men standing in the room. You couldn't look away, no matter how much you wanted to. Everything was frozen. You were frozen. Nothing moved, except for the vivid, horrible imagery playing inside your head.

FLASHBACK

“Won’t you come to daddy?” He was coming closer, forcing you further and further into the corner in a feeble attempt at trying to get away. “I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart.”

You shook your head over and over and over, fear shaking your naked body.

“You don’t wanna make daddy mad, do you? Make me have to punish you?”

END OF FLASHBACK

“I think she likes that nickname, Mendez.”

Barnes’ mocking voice brought you back, but no reaction in your body changed. The fear was prominent, your body still shaking, and your mind fought the downward spiral as hard as it could.

“Perhaps she wants daddy to teach her a lesson?”

Bucky grabbed a hold of your arm and pushed you towards the exit, towards Mendez. You let out a gargling ‘no’, spit and tears clogging your throat. But the men just laughed at you. Barnes gave you another shove out the door, Mendez moving away to let you all but fall out.

Once outside in the open, both men backed off with the teasing. But you didn’t dare run away or do something they would find disrespectful. Years of teaching had taught you that lesson. They are what’s important. They are the ones who can hurt you. Don’t give them any reason to. Your feelings, your distress is not important to them. Let them have their fun, let them tease you, and scare you and maybe they’ll leave it at that.

Mendez shut the door behind Barnes before speaking.

“Come on, now, Harper. Get your ass back inside before I write you a shot.”

He walked up beside you, turning you around by your arm so you were facing the right way and not looking at them, and started walking. You heard Barnes slowly approaching, daring a quick glance back at him. He was smirking at you, running a hand through his semi-long hair to put it back in place.

Mendez released your arm, only to smack your ass harshly, making you gasp at the impact. It stung bad but you didn't dare make another sound about it. But Barnes still chuckled at your reaction.

“See you at dinner, Harper,” he said, walking towards the yard instead of the closest door, Mendez doing the same.

You seized the opportunity given to you and beelined for the door, making sure not to run, knowing that would earn you a shot. You could still hear the men talking and laughing behind your back, feeling their eyes on you as they did. It only made you move faster.

The hallway was empty when you rushed through the door. You held on to the doorknob, tight enough to turn your knuckles white. Your hand came up to cover your mouth, to muffle the hysteric cries you just couldn’t hold back anymore. Mind-numbing fear gripped you, shook your entire body.

“This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening,” you repeated through sobs, over and over again until you couldn’t draw new breath and collapsed on the floor.

Muscles burned and ached as they tensed up, seemingly cold tears streamed down your face, but still no sound would escape your open mouth. You just lie there. Crying. Trying to catch your breath and calm your mind and have your body follow. But everything Nate had ever done to you played back in your head, only this time… it wasn’t just him doing it. It was the guards, Barnes and Rogers, joining in on the horrific things being done to you. It blocked out anything sane, any attempt at calm.

White rimmed your eyes.

Fading to grey.

Then it all went black.

Daya, Mendez and the Bennett guy.

Ok. I get it, we all loveD Bendaya/ Danett, and we were all pretty damn shocked when Bennett left after visiting Cesar.

As much as I admire Aleida and Daya's plan to throw Pornstache/ Mendez in prison... I can't help but feel so bad. Like not only in the later seasons when Armaria is born, but in the beginning when Mendez was suspended.

So

Here's my thought.

BENNETT DID NOT DESERVE DAYA. SHE SHOULD HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH MENDEZ.

HEAR ME OUT:

Mendez fell head over heels for Daya. Forgive me but it was so adorable how he treated her and everything! Sending her cards, and notes. Oh it was ADORABLE! What did Bennett do? Give her a chewing gum paper ring, and a baby.

AND

Remember how happy Mendez was when he found out Daya was pregnant? He thought of names ON THE SPOT! He thought of her AND her baby while he was in prison!!! Remember when Mendez's mom told him that Daya's baby isn't his? He is so in love with Daya that he didn't even care! He practically started begging his mom to adopt the baby! OK FINE HE IS SORT OF A MAN CHILD but HE CAN TAKE RESPONSIBILITY! ( not counting that one time he killed that blonde girl )

SPOILER

LATER IN SEASON... what 7? During the riot, when Daya called Mendez's mom to adopt her baby, Armaria. Mendez was so excited that it was Daya on the phone he was BEGGING for the phone???? HELLO?? TRUE LOVE??? ( under probation so he wasn't allowed to talk to Daya )

THEN

When Mendez's mom agreed to adopt Armaria, Mendez was so happy he was crying and hugging his mom so tightly!

Ok fine, maybe he needs some therapy but give this man a BREAK