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
I've recently realised I have inhibited a bad habit of looking toward the large steel door now and then, holding my breath, hoping and praying that someone will come crashing through it to save me.I don't understand why I do it to myself, holding on to the last bit of hope that flickers within me, knowing that if someone was coming to rescue me, they would have done it by now. Pulling my legs up to my chest. I wrap my arms around them and sigh with misery. I don't know how much longer I can fight. The will to survive is the hardest thing I have ever had to accomplish. I'm a mess. Mentally, Emotionally and Physically. How am I meant to spring back from this?Who will want me once the truth comes out?I am damaged goods, and I won't hold it against Dmitri if he, too, doesn't want a piece of me. The chill in my bones is burning, the chatter in my teeth is relentless, and my breathing gets shallower by the hour. During the night, the temperature in the room drops drastically. This isn
Water spills from my lips as I am hauled upright. Coughing as I gasp for air, a familiar voice fills my ear canals. “Rise and shine, Volkov. If we are going to escape, now is the time.” I pull back the curtains to my bloodshot eyes, my gaze instantly falls upon a set of brown irises staring back at me with pity and urgency. “Leo...” I whisper his name like it's a beautiful prayer, inhaling deeply through my mouth. “Si, Konstatin left the door wide open as you magically held his attention.” He says with astonishment, holding his hand out for me to take. I brush my hand over my face, clutching my chest as the pressure starts to fade. Looking down at the ground, I see Konstatin passed out on the rug, with a plank of wood resting next to his head. A small trail of blood flows behind his ear, and I look back at Leo with wide eyes. “Is he-” “No, unfortunately, he is still alive. I don't have the strength or fire within me to take his life.” He utters, breaking eye contact with me
As we make it to the bottom of the staircase, we come to a screeching halt as two of Konstatins' guards are waiting for us by the front door. “Going somewhere?” One of them asks with a sinister smirk curling on one corner of his mouth. “Surely, not before we get to sample the sweet Volkov printsessa first!” The other guard states as he licks his lips with his eyes slowly devouring me from across the entry lobby. I gasp, taking a step back as I shake my head. “Are all of you bastards rapists?” I hiss as my body shivers with fear and disgust. Both of the guards look at each other for a split second before they return their gazes to us and start to laugh psychotically. “Da!” They answer in unison with a shrug of their shoulder. As sore and as badly beaten as Leo is, he pushes me behind him, widening his stance as a low and murderous snarl departs his lips. I hook my fingers inside his belt, wherever he moves, I will move with him. It has become abundantly clear that he is the only