A Few Days later... I have lost track of time. Being left in a room that is filled with torment is driving me fucking insane. After Leo had gazed into my eyes that day, I thought I caught a glimpse of compassion strike through them, but I was wrong, my gods, I was so wrong.What followed next, should have surprised me, but it didn't.His fingers tightened around my throat, causing my face to turn bright red as pressure mounted and spread across my head, causing my eyes to shed tears.I began to feel dizzy, and soon after, my vision started to blur through the wall of tears. Leo had leaned in close, his lips brushed the side of my face, "Sei una schifezza, una puttana russa che puzza di merda! [You are filth, a Russian whore that reeks of shit!]" He hissed with utter repulsion, and any hope that I had for him being my saving grace was crushed. Just as I saw my life flash before my eyes, I felt nothing. Everything I thought I knew was a lie. Everyone in my life who I believed to be
Konstatin's Point Of View... She fell asleep after fifteen hours of relentlessly looking for an escape, tossing the chair at the door, screaming profanities, banging her head against the wall and openly confessing all her regrets. And I watched every minute of it well into the morning like it was my all-time favourite soap opera. I'm obsessed with what she would do, day after day, and watching the fight leave her as every hour ticked by. Once she had realized her efforts were wasted, she hummed softly. So low, that I thought it was the humming of the camera until I had turned the volume all the way up. She hummed for hours on end, and I don't think she even noticed she was doing it. She had finally fallen asleep, the hum of a lullaby still raw on her lips. The thrill of victory thrummed through my pulsating veins. Looking at her made me sick with vengeance. It's why I have to torture her like this, reminding myself of all the suffering and misery I too, had to endure after her
Konstatins' Point Of View...With the cell door being left wide open behind me and Leo, her screams of terror are free for those to enjoy who can hear her. I lower my gun slowly as I cast a look at Leo. His breathing is ragged as his eyes scan the room with a deathly scowl on his face. Our dark figures cast a shadow upon her as we tower over her small frame, shivering on the hard surface.Her cries don't stop, the soft murmurs of fear trapping her waft through the room.She's being held captive in her dreams. "Bad dreams," Leo says with a heavy sigh as he shoves a frustrated hand through his hair. The metal of his gun rubs against his jeans as he slips it into the brown leather holster strapped to his side and he looks back at me. "I thought someone was in the room with her." Tiredness mars his face along with the eternal look of fear. He brushes a hand over his jaw as he takes a moment to compose himself. "Merda [Shit], I thought that..."Her screaming cuts him off and the sharpnes
I jolt awake at the sound of a gun discharging at the side of my head. A ringing sound hums in my ear as the smell of pungent Nitroglycerin fills my nostrils. It's never a good feeling when you wake up with your heart threatening to tear through the layers of flesh in your chest. When the light in the room suddenly comes on, I look around, taking in the view that surrounds me, and I'm made aware that I am still being held against my will. The hope that it was all a nightmare crumbles into fine dust when my gaze finds Konstatins'. My breath hitches. He brings the gun's barrel to his mouth and licks it while his eyes are fixed on mine. I shut my eyes, covering them with my hands. “I'm still trapped in my nightmare,” I whisper in a trembling voice that sends shards of awareness up my spine. Wrapping my arms around my knees, I try to block him out as I start to rock back and forth. “I was going to let you suffer a little longer in your dreams, but my curiosity got the better of
The second my skull hits the table-top with a sickening thud, pain surges across my head and my vision slightly blurs. As I raise my head again, specks of blood smear across the table, I cry out as Konstatin brutally enters me with a gratified grunt. I open my mouth as wide as possible, letting loose a silent scream from the pit of my core, and throw my head towards the table again. But before my head touches the table, Konstatin fists my hair, and he yanks my head back, preventing me from trying to knock myself out; escaping from his monstrousness. He slowly pulls out of me and slams his hips forward. His body goes dead still upon entering me, and then he slowly rotates his hips in a brutal yet possessive way, like he is marking his territory. “No... Please... Stop...” I whimper in a muffled tone. His weight crushes me against the table, his fingers on my waist bite into my skin, and then my body starts to move up and down the frigid table-top with each savage thrust he exec
Konstatins' sinister laughter fills the room, resonating off the gloomy concrete walls, and I can almost feel it slamming into me.Attempting to claim the last shred of dignity that dangles precariously in front of me.“What's wrong, Leo? Are you mad that I got to her before you did?” “You sick fuck!” Leo roars while making a fist with his hand. He aims for the bridge of Konstatins' nose and drives his fist forward. The sickening sound of Leos' knuckles striking Konstatins' face penetrates my ear canals. “She's your sister!” Smack...“There are rules about raping women that the Elite Family stated in the bible!”Smack...“She is already weak, barely surviving to live another day, and you do this to her?!”Konstatin makes a small effort to sit up, but Leo pins him back down on the tabletop with his left hand and jerks his right-hand back, behind his ear. Smack...Konstatin lets out a small grunt laced with pain and irritation. If I had coughed, I would have missed it.Lowering my ha
My heart ceases, along with my lungs. Craning my neck, I try to look past the table as I see Leo fall to the ground. “You should really learn when to choose your battles, Leo.” Konstatin sighs in a vexing tone. “Let this be your first warning because I will aim to kill you the next time I shoot you.” The bitterness in his voice is enough to make me shudder with fear as I glare at the back of his head. Tucking his gun away, he slightly turns his head to the side, his gaze doesn't meet mine over his shoulder. “Play nice with your new roommate, but not too nice, if you get my drift, little sister.” He chuckles with amusement, but I can hear the warning that's clear as day in his voice. As he steps over Leos' body, who is cradling his leg and doing his best to suppress his cries of outrage and agony. Konstatin pauses as he reaches the threshold, with his hand on the door handle. “I will be watching you...” He hums as he points to the camera in the room.After a second or two, he pulls
Dmitris' Point Of View...A hard hand slams into my cheek and blinding pain splinters across my face as I open my eyes. “Vstavy, ty ni na chto ne goden, pridurok! [Get up, you good for nothing, dipshit!]” Ivans' irritating voice slams into me in a harsh snarl as he slaps me again.I growl a curse, brushing a hand over my face as I sit up in the motel bed, Amanis' friend fixed me up with, a day ago. Raising my gaze, I look over Ivans' shoulder to see Amani standing behind him with a grim look on his face. Instantly, my pulse spikes and I know he's fucked up because Zee is nowhere to be seen!“Where is she?” I snarl at him, clenching my hands into fists. “That piece of shit has taken her!” Ivan answers me instead. “Where?” I demand, getting out of bed and ripping my shirt off, throwing it to the ground as I snatch the pile of clothes Ivan is holding in his hand. “Russia,” Amani says, finally learning how to use his voice. “Russia?!” I roar at him as my body shakes with fury. “What