"You stupid thing." Rumlow snarled at the asset, bringing his boot down in his side. "You are messing up this mission. You're no good as a sniper. You are useless. But you have some use I suppose. Get undressed."
The asset obeyed. It took off its uniform, and moved into position, its ass up in the air. It disliked Rumlow. Rumlow was not the worst handler, not by a long shot, but he wasn't the best either. It disliked it when Rumlow wanted to beat him, or to hurt him. But now it would be punished, again. It had only been working with Rumlow a couple of times, but each time there had been a reason found to punish it. This time it was going to be punished for a mistake it had made. For the fact it had chosen not to shoot someone due to fearing too many civilian casualties.
"Good." Rumlow sneered, and he hit it again, kicking it. A spark from the cattle prod arched down its side, making it scream. He knocked it to the ground, It was angry. It was so angry. It hated being touched, being fucked, being punished. It hated that. And it hated Rumlow. It wanted to hurt him, for every time it got hurt. Rumlow pushed into it, and it sobbed softly at the pain, trying not to cry. It hurt a lot. It knew it was bleeding, it couldn't stop that.
It was being hurt badly, but it could handle it. It was determined about that. "Stop crying." Rumlow snarled, and the Asset didn't obey. It sobbed to itself, squirming and shaking, and letting out small whimpering noises. It knew Rumlow had a short fuse. It just had to hope for the best.
"You are an idiot. Can't even follow a simple order." Rumlow snarled, punching it once more, then picking out the cattle prod from the floor.
Face hidden from Rumlow by the angle that it was at, it smirked. A moment later, electricity arched through it, and Rumlow screamed as its body conducted electricity into Rumlow's own.
With a swear, Rumlow pulled away and kicked it once more. The cattle prod was shoved into it, and agony drowned it.
FILL: Cheaters Never Prosper (5/5+1)
The asset obeyed. It took off its uniform, and moved into position, its ass up in the air. It disliked Rumlow. Rumlow was not the worst handler, not by a long shot, but he wasn't the best either. It disliked it when Rumlow wanted to beat him, or to hurt him. But now it would be punished, again. It had only been working with Rumlow a couple of times, but each time there had been a reason found to punish it. This time it was going to be punished for a mistake it had made. For the fact it had chosen not to shoot someone due to fearing too many civilian casualties.
"Good." Rumlow sneered, and he hit it again, kicking it. A spark from the cattle prod arched down its side, making it scream. He knocked it to the ground, It was angry. It was so angry. It hated being touched, being fucked, being punished. It hated that. And it hated Rumlow. It wanted to hurt him, for every time it got hurt. Rumlow pushed into it, and it sobbed softly at the pain, trying not to cry. It hurt a lot. It knew it was bleeding, it couldn't stop that.
It was being hurt badly, but it could handle it. It was determined about that.
"Stop crying." Rumlow snarled, and the Asset didn't obey. It sobbed to itself, squirming and shaking, and letting out small whimpering noises. It knew Rumlow had a short fuse. It just had to hope for the best.
"You are an idiot. Can't even follow a simple order." Rumlow snarled, punching it once more, then picking out the cattle prod from the floor.
Face hidden from Rumlow by the angle that it was at, it smirked. A moment later, electricity arched through it, and Rumlow screamed as its body conducted electricity into Rumlow's own.
With a swear, Rumlow pulled away and kicked it once more. The cattle prod was shoved into it, and agony drowned it.