World Traveler Villain

[Chapter: 9 A Treasure]

William deliberately invaded Peggy's mouth. Under the dominance of his tongue, she gradually began to struggle less and less, leaving her with just confusion.

She kept reminding herself that she couldn't give in and had to resist, but the previous ordeal had left her body without any strength to fight back.

Peggy unknowingly indulged in the kiss as William's hands roamed the back of her head and caressed her waist.

Her eyes widened as her confusion faded, and she realized what this guy was doing.

She immediately proceeded to bite his tongue off, but all she could do was leave a small cut on his lips.

William anticipated her actions, having already retracted his head to protect his tongue.

Peggy looked at William with hatred and anger as she panted loudly.

There was only one question in her mind: 'Why would I want this bastard to continue kissing me?'

No matter how much she denied it, deep inside, she knew she felt guilty pleasure in what had just happened. Even if it was her first kiss, the pleasure she felt was mind-numbing.

"I almost couldn't control it," William said, noticing that his 'little brother,' which was not so 'little' anymore, was already protesting against his pants.

If she didn't push him away right now, he didn't know if he could stand the temptation.

Peggy just looked at William with hatred, feeling contradicted within herself.

"Rest assured, I'm a human, not an animal who will lose control at the sight of a woman," William said, knowing that if it had continued for a few more minutes, he would have lost control.

William said with a smile, "Oh, Peggy, you were so cute just now. I couldn't control myself and ended up kissing you. You don't seem experienced at it. Was it your first kiss?"

"It's none of your business!" Peggy yelled. Her face turned red with both anger and embarrassment as she tried to cover it up by attempting to hit his head with hers.

She watched how easily William dodged her attack and said, "Why didn't you kill me?"

William placed one hand around her thin waist while the other rested on her chin as he said, "My dear Peggy, this question is a bit naive. You are my spoils and belong to me. Killing you will achieve nothing. Do I make any sense?"

"I don't belong to you!" Peggy yelled.

"It's not up to you to decide. From now on, your fate can only be controlled by me. It doesn't matter if you hate me or want to kill me. This can't be changed one bit. You are now my woman and will remain so."

"You are a demon!" Peggy glared at William.

William just nodded, saying, "The demon, bad guy, scum, evil man, devil, animal, or whatever you say are compliments to me. Ha ha ha." William laughed as he picked her up princess-style, deliberately feeling her back and touching her bare thighs, where her stockings had been pulled down.

He walked over to the makeshift bed in the room and dropped her onto it.

He tied her rope to the pillar supporting the shed and went outside.

Peggy looked at William's back and shouted, "Where the fuck are you going?"

"You might as well stay here and accept it," William said, his voice calm yet laced with an unsettling finality. "Don't waste your energy thinking about escape—it's pointless. All you'd do is end up hurting yourself, and that, in turn, would only deepen my disappointment." With a lingering look, he turned and walked out of the shed, leaving an air of inevitability behind him.

After William left, Peggy tried everything possible to untie the ropes binding her to the pole, but all she managed was to waste her energy. She could not untie it a single bit. In the end, she found a comfortable position and rested, knowing that trying to escape was futile, as he had said.

About an hour later, William returned with a large plate in his hand containing a few roasted chicken legs and wings, fried thigh pieces, 4-5 sunny-side-up eggs, and some bread. In his other hand, he carried a large bucket of clean water.

The tantalizing aroma of the roasted chicken filled the small shed.

Peggy felt the hunger in her belly amplify tenfold after sniffing the aroma, and her stomach growled loudly. Her face flushed. "It's not me. I'm not hungry!" She tried to deny it but knew the truth.

"I know, but this chicken leg was marinated overnight and then roasted over hot charcoal. It's really fragrant," William said, taking a deliberate, long sniff of the chicken in his hand.

He set the bucket down, picked up a roasted chicken leg, and took a bite.

After enjoying the taste, he said, "It tastes like how it smells—heavenly, just like you."

"Can you go outside to eat?" Peggy said, seeing this bastard eat in front of her only made her hungrier.

"No, I will eat in front of my dear Peggy so she can only watch and not eat," William laughed as he sat in front of her and continued eating. "Of course, if you ask me, I'll give it to you."

"Don't think I'll give in. It's just roasted chicken. You look down on me too much," Peggy yelled, not knowing whom she was trying to convince.

"Ok." William took another bite off the bone with an amazing expression. "It's really good. The flavors just explode inside your mouth, just like your red lips."

Peggy controlled her gaze and didn't look at the plate full of food, but her stomach growled again.

"I appreciate your temper. Come, eat," William said as he extended the roasted chicken to Peggy's mouth.

Smelling the scent up close, she thought, 'You can eat it if you open your mouth just a bit.'

Peggy swallowed her saliva, then steeled herself. 'I can't eat. I can't eat food this guy brought. Who knows what he mixed in it? Can't eat.'

"Hmph, eat it yourself. I'd rather starve to death," Peggy said, turning her head to stare at the empty wooden wall.

"Didn't you hate me so much that you wanted to kill me a thousand times? If you starve to death like this, how can you kill me?" William said with a smile.

There was a moment of hesitation in Peggy's eyes. There was no way to kill this guy if she died. She had to endure now to take revenge in the future. The likelihood of leaving this place was nonexistent on an empty stomach.

"Will you eat or not?" William waved a piece of roasted chicken in his hand.

"Eat? Why not?" Peggy took a hard bite of the roasted chicken, biting as though it were William himself.

"You can eat it slowly," William said with a smile.

He made bite-sized pieces of chicken, egg, and bread, feeding her like a child. The only difference was that she tried to bite his fingers off every time.

William just chuckled at her antics; he loved watching people embarrass themselves, especially when it was a gorgeous woman like her.

He poured water from the bucket into a glass, drank some himself, then filled it again and offered it to Peggy, who drank it all quickly.

Unable to resist, he patted her head as he stood up.

He threw the remains out of the window as he moved out.

"Where are you going now?" Peggy asked.

"To get something..." William replied, looking outside with a smirk on his face.

"At least untie me! I won't run away!"

'As if someone's going to believe that.'

"Peggy, you can rest assured that I won't leave you here, and you don't need to care too much about me, dear. I, Your love won't die so easily," William said with a smile as he left.

"My love? Why don't you just go and die!" Peggy yelled as she saw him leaving.

This shed was in the middle of nowhere. Except for a few small animals, nobody passed by here. Even the nearest settlement was half an hour away at walking speed.

William had meticulously scouted the area beforehand, ensuring it was the perfect place to move unnoticed. The likelihood of anyone searching here was practically nonexistent, and his anonymity was a powerful shield—nobody in this town even knew his name. Confident in this fact, he strolled casually into the store, selecting everything he needed without raising suspicion.

This was the 1940s, a time before the omnipresence of surveillance cameras and digital trails. Even if his face had somehow made it to television, at most, they'd have a vague sketch, and that too would be crude and lacking detail. After all, the only one who had seen him up close and entirely was Dr. Erskine.

William moved through the trees wearing a hat on his head, revealing a wicked smile. The thing he wanted to get was treasure—a shield.

This shield was made of "Proto Vibranium" or a combination of "Proto-Adamantium and Vibranium," one of the miracle metals of this movie world.

Even then, it was unique, having undergone an unknown process that made it even more miraculous.

No objects on Earth could destroy it. It was fully resistant to crushing, high temperatures, and radiation, and it could even absorb all energy and impact attacks. Even Thor's hammer couldn't cause a scratch.

"That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all!"

This was the shield that made Steve Rogers the world-renowned Captain America.

Without this shield, he would have died a hundred times during the war.

How could William let go of such a beauty?

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