Soldier Boy’s POV

“Y/N,” Soldier Boy chokes out, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. He thinks maybe he’s imagining it at first. Maybe a tiny part of him that’s still human feels bad for what he did to her and feels responsible for being the reason she’s laying in a hospital bed in Vought fighting for her life. But then he realises she’s real, and he relaxes a little, glad he’s not grown some humanity overnight or something. “How are you here?” 

It’s a question he’d really like an answer to, so he leaves the hooker bent over the couch and pulls his sweats back up, before telling her to get out. She does so without question, and the supe knows she’d be as stupid as she looked to ask him for any kind of cash when she’s snorted more than her worth up her nose already. 

He watches the whore go and then refocuses back on Y/N, frowning slightly as he tries to figure out how she’s standing there right now. The last time he saw her a couple days before, they weren’t sure she was even going to make it out alive. He’d thought his fun was over and he’d mourned the ending of such a fun game already. 

“Sorry,” she eventually squeaks out. “I know that we’re not together anymore,” she adds nervously. “I just don’t know where else to go.” 

Soldier Boy frowns at her choice of words for a moment, stepping closer. Is this her pathetic way of trying to break up with him? Who the fuck breaks up with him? Doesn’t this bitch realise that he could have anyone he wants and he chose her?

“Why wouldn’t we be together anymore?” he challenges, crossing his arms over his chest, wondering if she’ll stand her ground. 

“I saw… the news,” she admits quietly, looking down at her feet.

Suddenly the supe remembers the stupid press release he did with Crimson with that whole fake teen rescue and the kiss they had to have in front of the cameras. His jaw twitches for a brief moment at the memory of it, and then he sighs.  

“Is that why you’re here?” he asks, starting to piece it all together. At least she’s not stupid enough to try to break up with him. “That’s just publicity. It doesn’t mean anything,” he explains briefly. 

“You’re not with Crimson?” The hope on her face is almost cute, and it puts the supe at ease about him taking things too far and pushing her away. He’s still got her for now.  

“I’m with you,” he confirms, reaching out to hold her face as affectionately as he can muster. “But enough about me. How are you out of the hospital?” 

“I escaped.” 

“You escaped?” he repeats, confused. Given the state she was in only a few days before, she shouldn’t have even been able to escape. “Why? They were fixing you up, what use to me are you if you’re broken?”

“I feel fine. Better than ever, actually,” she insists. 

Soldier Boy frowns. “I left you there pretty fuckin’ damaged.” 

“Well whatever they did worked, I feel good,” she explains, her voice wavering slightly. 

“Oh really?” he asks, not sure he’s able to believe it. He considers for a moment that she missed him so much she’s come home early, despite being in so much pain. But her body isn’t trembling and her heart isn’t racing like it would be if she was suffering. “Then you don’t mind if we… make up for lost time, right?”

He waits for a moment, observing her reaction to the suggestion, but she just gives him a nervous smile. 

“Of course not.”

“Alright,” he smirks, pushing his sweatpants down his legs like they’d been moments before. His cock is still half hard from the hooker and the coke, and he hadn’t been expecting a happy ending to all this, but he’s not going to deny himself one. “What are you waiting for? Get on your knees and show me how good they fixed you.” 

Y/N licks her lips and nods her head, getting down onto her knees. There’s no wince of pain, there’s hardly any hesitation, and the supe frowns, not quite sure what the hell is going on. She’s acting like nothing is even wrong, and there’s not even any tells that she’s faking it. There’s no twitch in her forehead, or shuddered breathing she’s trying to mask, there’s no tremble in her legs. She’s… normal. She shouldn’t be normal after what he did. And maybe ‘proud’ is the wrong word to use, but he was secretly a little impressed with himself at the state he left her in. There’s nothing quite like the ego boost when you’re reminded of just what you’re capable of. It’s not his fault that Y/N got caught in the crossfire of that. 

Y/N reaches up, wrapping her hand around his cock and then guides it towards her mouth, opening wide and pushing him past her lips. Soldier Boy watches carefully, looking out for any of those tells that this is all some kind of act; desperation to please him. But Y/N doesn’t give anything like that away, she just tries as hard as she’s always done to fit him all in, gagging when she pushes too deep. But the supe isn’t getting any harder, because he’s too concerned with what the hell is going on. Something doesn’t seem right. Her heart doesn’t beat the way it used to, her blood sounds different pumping through her veins. Her smell is different too. It’s almost like this isn’t Y/N. 

The possibility hits him, and the supe reaches down to tear Y/N off of him, lifting her with ease and carrying her over to the couch, before throwing her down onto it. He quickly reaches for his knife on the coffee table and holds it against her, making her breathe a lot heavier. 

“Ben?” she questions, fear in her eyes. Her chest is heaving, and he can practically see her heartbeat twitching against the skin in her throat as he holds the blade there. “What are you doing?” 

“Who are you?” he asks, his voice low and deep. 

“It’s me, it’s Y/N, I promise,” she tells him urgently, clearly desperate for him to believe her. He can’t deny that the sound of her voice wavering like that is exactly how he remembers it. 

“It can’t be. You’re dying in a hospital bed, bruised and bloody and broken,” he reminds her, tearing her hospital gown from her body to find her naked underneath. He spreads her legs wide, inspecting her cunt to see it’s as neat and tidy and clean as it was when they first met. “That doesn’t look bruised or bloody or broken to me.” 

“I healed,” she tries to explain. “I don’t know how but I did.” 

Soldier Boy just stares her down, not sure he believes her, even though the proof is right there. But it should be impossible. 

“Healed?” he checks, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Then you don’t mind if I make you take it all again, do you?” he presses.

Fear floods her eyes, which gets the supe fully hard, but she just swallows anxiously and shakes her head. 

“Of course not, you’ve broken me in now, I can handle it.” 

Soldier Boy laughs at her optimism, manipulating her body and lining himself up with her entrance. “No human will handle this,” he warns her, slamming himself inside her as hard as he can. 

He can feel Y/N has tensed, and her eyes are squeezed shut, but she’s not screaming like she’d done before, and when he looks down he doesn’t see any blood or damage, he just sees her cunt wrapped tightly around him, taking him all. What if she’s right? What if he did break her in? What if he can’t hurt her anymore? He frowns, pulling back and thrusting forward at a brutal force once again. Y/N whimpers but she takes it, looking just as confused as he is that there’s a severe lack of pain and destruction.

The supe drops her back to the couch, pulling her legs so she’s landing flat on her back, and then leans over her, pushing his way back inside her, burying his cock to the very base, and he feels her flutter around him, looking up at him with wide, doe-like eyes as she bites her bottom lip. 

“I can take it,” she tells him, sounding as surprised as he feels. “I can take you now.” 

Soldier Boy grunts, a little frustrated by the fact. He always loved barely being able to fit. He always loved that hint of pain on her face she could never quite hide. He always loved how fragile she felt in his hands. This is wrong. This is all wrong. She shouldn’t be able to handle him like this. Only supes can handle him like this. 

Soldier Boy stops, pulling away, leaving her laying on the couch as she begins to sit up, leaning back on her elbows as she frowns at him. He once again grabs his knife and holds it at the base of her throat. 

“Ben…” she pleads, looking up at him desperately. He drags the blade between her breasts, knowing the slight pressure he’s using should at least draw blood, but her skin remains clean and unmarked. “Ben, what are you doing?” 

“Why aren’t you bleeding?” he asks, pressing a little harder once he gets to her stomach. Finally, he begins to see some blood, but just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone again, and the supe frowns. So he presses harder, enough to really make a mark, and he watches as the blood starts to pool a little deeper, trickling down her skin. 

“Why can’t I feel that?” she asks, clearly scared by the fact. “Drugs? Did they give me something for the pain? Is that why nothing hurts?” 

But the supe gets his answer as soon as he watches her wound heal itself. 

“Don’t play fucking dumb with me you little bitch,” he grunts, throwing the knife down and instead slapping her across the face with the back of his hand. Y/N instantly reaches up to hold her face, frowning slightly at him. 

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” she whimpers. But then she tries to climb off of the couch and head for the door. “I need to talk to a doctor.” 

He’s gotta give her credit where credit is due, she can act. She knows exactly what they’ve done to her. She’s probably here playing the part, knowing it’s gonna take a lot more for him to hurt her. She probably wants revenge for what he did to her. 

“You think you’re so fucking clever,” he chuckles, reaching for her and pulling her back, stopping her from leaving. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m not fucking finished with you.” 

“Ben, please…” she cuts herself off, struggling in his grasp, and Soldier Boy realises he now has to try with her, so he holds on tighter.

“Stop acting like a fuckin’ victim. Like you don’t know what you are now. Newsflash, sweetie, I still fucking own you.” 

“I’m not acting, Ben, please I don’t know what’s going on,” she tells him desperately. 

The supe scoffs, wrapping his arm around her neck, keeping her held tightly against his chest as he walks them both towards the bathroom, pushing her in front of the mirror over the sink. He catches her eye through the reflection, holding her face tight between his fingers, forcing her to look at herself. 

“You’re telling me that you don’t know what they’ve done to you,” he mocks. “You can’t feel it? Can’t feel all that power? That rush? C’mon baby girl, you’re not fucking stupid and neither am I. You can’t fucking fool me. See I think you just want revenge. You wanna wait until I let my guard down and then you’re gonna try to fucking hurt me. Newsflash, sweetheart,” he smirks, bringing his mouth closer to her ear, keeping his eyes on her through the reflection. Her breathing is sporadic now, and she’s trembling in her place. Some things never change. “I could still kill you.” 

Soldier Boy shoves her away, punching her in the face before kicking her backwards. Y/N grunts in pain, crashing back and falling into the bathtub, but the supe is quick to reach down and pull her back out, shoving her through the bathroom door and towards the bedroom. He spins her around, wrapping his arm around her throat and starting to squeeze so she can’t breathe, and she begins to struggle against him. Either she’s not as strong as he thought she’d be, or she’s not as strong as she realises, but either way, he doesn’t find it too hard to resist her. 

Y/N whimpers and struggles, and then starts begging him to let her go. 

“Why would you do this to yourself, hm? You didn’t like that I was better than you? Were you jealous?” he asks. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to yourself baby girl,” he growls, managing to pin her onto her front on the bed. “I’ll always have control over you, even if you are a supe.” 

Y/N cries out when he shoves his cock back inside her, but he can tell it’s not from pain. He’s assuming it’s fear of getting caught.

“Ben, please, I’m not a supe,” she sobs out. He laughs at her feeble attempt, reaching across into his nightstand for one of his smaller knives. He flips her onto her back with ease, and then stabs her in the stomach, feeling her cunt clench hard around him. She sobs at the sight, her whole body trembling. “What have you done? Why?”

He pulls the knife clean out, and watches as the wound closes up, the last gush of blood escaping while it still can. Her eyes only widen more at the sight, and she looks at him petrified. 

“What the fuck just happened?” she demands, her tone a lot more severe than she’s ever used before when talking to him. 

He realises in that moment that she didn’t know. He’s gotten to know her pretty well recently, and she’s not faking it, he can tell. 

“Ben, why did I heal?” she asks next. “Am I… am I like you?” 

The supe laughs at the very insinuation that anyone could ever be like him and pulls out of her, climbing back to his feet. 

“No one’s like me, angel,” he scoffs, inspecting the blade he’s still holding, watching her blood coat it. He reaches up, dragging his finger through the crimson and then sucks it clean, realising it tastes different, and it instantly makes him feel good. Better than the shit he snorts up his nose. 

“Are you… mad?” she asks, fearfully. “I didn’t… I didn’t ask for this, I promise,” she adds. 

Soldier Boy brings the entire blade to his mouth, licking along the metal to clean it of her blood, feeling that high getting stronger. 

“Mad?” he questions, licking his lips of her blood as he looks at her, a smirk playing on his lips. “Now why would I be mad, doll? You have no idea what kind of fun we’re gonna get up to now.”