>>>>Pregnant.>>>>*A Month And A Week Later. “You’re good now, Ms. Dawn.” The English doctor who has been treating me for the past one month informs me. She unwraps the sling around my arm and I look over and stare moments longer at the fading scar. A typical reminder of what became my engagement night. The night I thought would be the best thing that has ever happened to me. But no. Things turned south. I got shot at. Everywhere around me…around us became a battle of gunshots, howls, and curses. I never knew it'd hit me like this. To the very edge of insanity. When I woke up at the hospital and found out I was alone I thought the FBI finally caught the only person that makes me breathe. But days passed and literally bled into weeks and nothing showed the FBI held Dima and his men in their custody. Which revealed to me that…Dima left me. He…abandoned me. Tears…sobs sting the back of my eyes and throat. It’s what I’ve been doing these past one month. I cry. Mourn the love I los
>>>>one nightstand.>>>>All through the night I cried my eyes out, my hand clutching my belly, a stark reminder that I bear his seed. Why now? Why did I get pregnant this period of my life when I’m on a shaky foundation? My mind whirls in the memory lane. I remember that night we went on a date and he told me he'd love to have his own child. He told me not to rush about it because he's willing to give me time but he wanted his seed to grow in me. His wishes had come to past…only it happened now that we've parted ways in life. He'll never know I later had his baby. I wonder what will become of this child. No matter how much I want to get rid of this baby and end the impending suffering for him, I can’t let the idea hatch in my mind. It sounds horrible even to my own ears. But how? How will I care for a baby even when I’ve not fend for myself? My God, we'll die of hunger and suffering. A shiver works its way down the base of my spine. I feel like I’ve experienced something b
>>>Who is my father?>>>>I still my movements, my blood surging in force through my veins. My heart tap-dancing in my chest. My eyes begin to water, the tears dropping down my cheeks to splash on my chest. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. I shake my head again…and again and again to ensure this isn’t a figment of my imagination but it’s not…I mean the image I thought my mind conjured is real. It’s hovering above me. Steely hands grasping my hands above my head and over my mouth. My God, what the heck is happening? Oh…no this has to be fake.He…can’t be here. Not at all. Not after disappearing for over a month and a week. Leaving me shattered, broken, and in tears. “Dima?” My inflection is racked by sobs. Angry sobs. God. Dima is here, above me. Boring raging midnight eyes into mine. I twitch my hands in the steel grip of his, wanting to be free so I can touch, feel, and know truly that he is here with me. I twitch but he didn’t let me free easily. In fact, I
>>>Beginning of her punishment.>>>>>My legs are frantic, pacing the length of her room. Dawn. She’s messing with my head. Her wails almost tore through the walls I built around my chest over the past one month I spent in Colombia. All the while I was raging, blaming myself because I fell for someone I’m supposed to kill. Someone I’m supposed to punish. No.I shouldn’t feel even an atom of pity for her. Her father never felt it when he hurt my mother. The only woman that I loved. The only woman that would do anything for me. So why did I stop when she cried out? I wanted nothing but to vent on her body. To fuck her into borders of pains and batter her lips her father fucking did to my mother. But something pulled me back. Why? Is fate messing with me? Why Dawn….Nastja Vladimirovna of all women? Fuck. Fucking fuck. I run my hands through my hair. Considering my options. It’s either I shoot her to finish this once and for all. To rip her skin from her head….or.
>>>Captive in the house of the man I love.>>>The more the tires of this car I’m in roll deeper into what I presume to be Moscow, the more the back of my eyes burn with tears. I want to think this is a figment of my imagination but no, it’s a reality. This…reality hurts. It clenches my heart like a vise, making my lungs constrict and I'm…unable to breathe. · “ To make you pay for your father’s sins.”* His last words wash over me, my body jerks in fear, and bile rises in my throat. He drugged me. Kidnapped me all the way from America to lock me up here. To make me pay for my father’s sins. I can’t believe this is happening. I knew Dima as a lethal man, dangerous from all around but never to me. My mind chooses this period to remind me of how I fell in love with him. His promises. How he fought to protect me. But now, I’m nothing but his enemy’s daughter. The descendant of the very man he swore to kill. Can it get any worse than it already is? I take a swipe a
>>>>Too late.>>>>>Hours have passed yet no one has come for me. My mind rattles as rage ripples through me. My head pounds, and my eyes burn with fresh tears. I’m a captive. I’m a prisoner.I’m a tool for revenge. The words like a church bell rings on repeat in my head. I don’t stop crying even when I know all the strength in me has bled away. I cry, pounding my balled fists on the bed. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Instinctively, I remember my childhood days. Those days the man I thought was my father hated the hell out of me. This is exactly the kind of hatred Dima has for me now. What was the literal crime of the man I call father? How did he incur Dima’s rage right from his teenage years? I don’t get this. I need my memories back. I need to hear the truth…feel the truth. God! I feel like I’m growing demented. Mad. Like…I can’t think straight because the voices in my head are too much. The force with which I force my mind to remember things from m
>>>You're pregnant. >>>>>I hold Dawn with all my strength, my lips move, words falling from it in waves. I can’t believe what just happened. Dawn had stabbed herself. Hell, this isn’t what I bargained for. I heard her going wild all through the afternoon and I couldn’t take it. Our moments together assailed my mind and wanting to shut it off and gather my bearings I left the house. I didn’t know her raging got to the extent that she'd harm herself. My heart constricts as I take in the bandage in her hand. No one told me about her wound. No one fucking told me! I battle my demons and I battle my love for her. God, I don’t fucking know what to do with Dawn again. I’m torn between fulfilling my revenge or keeping Dawn. Fate is playing a cruel joke on me. A big cruel joke, I can’t take it. The moment she walked into the dining and ours met, I saw nothing but hatred swimming in her depths. She hates me now. Who wouldn’t? After being taken away without her consent and
>>>Hating the wrong man for years.>>>I stand a few feet away from my boys and Stalin in the open field we use for training our new recruits.The number of boys we recruited this season is almost three hundred in number and Stalin is doing a good job in organizing training sessions for them.I woke up early this morning and rushed into this field where I did my morning exercise with Leonid and Akim. We sparred, ran, and did some serious push-ups. I need the adrenaline that comes with them to evade the thoughts Dawn’s words evokes in me since last night.I was unable to sleep the moment those words sleep from her mouth last night with tears raining down her cheeks I felt my world crumble. The blood ceases to rush through my veins. I couldn’t believe she said those words to me despite knowing how much I’ve always wanted a child with her.In front of Dawn, a tear ran down my cheeks. I gnawed my lips to keep from speaking further. I was hurt. I’m still hurt. Nothing makes any
*****Epilogue.******Six months later.**The sounds of my laughter file through the air as Yulia fills me in on Dasha’s tantrums. Something the toddler lately developed. I laugh while shoving the food down my throat, feeling more happy and safe than I’ve felt in the past year. All my paranoia vanished and now I’m even adding more weight. Jeez. I never knew I had it in me. However, I’m not eating much as the doctor advised so it'll not make my baby fat in the belly, hence difficulty in giving birth. So, that means what’s making me add weight is happiness. Wow, I never knew it’s possible until I found myself in the position. The last six months have been a water shed in my life. I thought I’d lose my pregnancy after all the torture I went through but no. I got lucky that the doctors staunched the bleeding and saved my child. Now, my belly is out and my child is growing peacefully. Dima has never stopped fussing over me and the baby. Jeez, I never knew the man
>>>>The End.>>>>I’ve been sweeping in and out of consciousness since their last bout of torture. God, my body is nothing but a house of pain. The laser they zap my body with has roped tight my muscles. I whimper, feeling the wetness gathering on my thighs. What is happening? Am I bleeding? With fear, I start to wring on the seat so my shorts will hitch up mid-thigh to reveal the wetness that has pooled in my thighs. While in my struggling process, I hear heavy footsteps edging closer to me and I peer up. There he is, waddling closer to me with a harsh gleam in his eyes. He pauses before me and I stare up at him not wanting him to smell even a string of my fear and despair. Oleg leans closer and cradles my jaw with brute force, rage gleaming in his eyes. I shudder and my inside recoils as his eyes find their way into mine. “Your knight in shining armor is out to get you.” He chuckles darkly. His thumb flicks over my parched lips. I curse him for laying his filthy
****FBI Blacksite.*****It’s hard to take in. My mind has been boggled ever since Mae revealed the truth to me. I still have some doubts. How in hell had Benson been my father without my knowing? It’s strange. It's so difficult to believe but the string of evidence Mae pulled together is foolproof. It wasn’t something she made up. No. It’s real. It’s the truth. Benson is my father. Benson is Oleg Arkadi Kozlov. The man behind my mother’s sufferings. Shit!! I can’t wait to send him into the depths of pain and let death embrace him. Not only had he caused the woman I loved pains by raping her. No, he went as far as to make her life at Vladimir’s estate a living hell. Even when she had found peace during the time Vladimir locked Benson in Volsk, he shortened her moments of happiness with the assassination. He murdered her just to be sure he never see her live a life of fulfillment. How heartless could he be? He not only hurt my mother he also hurt me. He ruined my chi
****Take me as hostage.*****I never once thought something would ever make me anxious in my life. Not even when my mother was shot dead before my eyes. No. All I felt when I saw my mama lying in the pool of her own blood was raw anger. I wanted so much to exert revenge on Vladimir because I tagged him as the cause of our plight. I was never anxious. But…too bad I am now. I’ve been anxious since I figured Faustina is evil. I’ve been anxious since I found out she was behind it all. She threw my rypka to the wolves to devour. My woman is out there pregnant with my seed and without protection. Fuck! I grit my teeth at the gaping realization and shove my fingers through my hair. My mind has been overloaded with the possibility of the conditions she might have been subjected to by now. Shit, I can’t take this. I can’t bring myself to imagine my rypka being tortured. I can’t envision the pain she'd be feeling. I swear to avenge her and my child. But most of all, I pray this very
>>>>>You're Dima's father.>>>>Whispering voices fill the air around me as I wake from my deep slumber. I wheeze a breath but I figure my throat is dry. Totally dry. I try to wet my throat with my saliva but hell, I can barely muster enough to wet my dry throat. Where am I? How long have I been unconscious? All these questions fill my head but I can’t find any answer to it. I try to peer around but darkness falls into my vision. Hell, where is this? It’s more like I have a hood over my head. I try to jerk my hands but I can’t budge. I’m tied. At that, full-blown panic sets in and I begin to whimper, budging the restraints on my hands. “Hmmm…” I hum, seeking answers while I wrack my head for answers on what literally went down.How in hell did I end up here, manacled? With the fierce intensity which I wrack my mind, things start falling into place. The golden mask festival. My flight from Dima’s house to Moscow international airport. My landing in the U.S.
>>>>It's about you and Dawn. I never knew fury can form balls and lodge into one's chest but now I do. I fucking do because the balls keeps rotating in my chest as I punish my Byki more. “Ahhh, Pakhan please!” Russell hoots in excruciating pains as I cut his finger. He was supposed to guard the entrance but the fucker left it open and was smoking pot with some of the soldiers, giving Dawn the opportunity to escape. I fucking never knew she had plans of escape. How in hell was she able to fucking do that? I fist his hair, my jaw sets as I smack Russell hard across the face again. For the past three days, I’ve been teetering on the edge of insanity knowing my woman is out there and can get in the clutches of the wolves. I’ve not in the least bit cleared my head nor closed my eyes because if I do, only images of Dawn with her bloating belly crash into my mind. How could she do this to me? How? The woman has my child with her yet she chose to flee from me. The night of
*****Freedom.******The day slips by in a blur. I can’t tell what got me engaged until it’s time for the festival to begin. My nerves are jumpy while my mind is in a state of unrest about what will happen in hours to come. All day, I just lock myself in the room, thinking the best possible way to escape from this estate. I know Dima’s men are everywhere . His soldiers are stationed at every corner of this fucking place which will only make my escape hard. Hell, if care is not taken they might catch me and bring me back to their boss and only God knows what Dima will do. I all but wrack my mind for a solution. The perimeter alarm might give me away or the drones that keep flying around the estate every twenty hours. God, as much as this sounds good, I mean my ticket to freedom sounds good, it’s risky. It’s only someone that’s versatile about Dima’s property that can make an easy escape. It’s making me doubt whether I'll continue with this escape plan. If perhaps I’
>>>>>Ticket to freedom.>>>>>The soft knock on the door has me stirring from my sleep. I’m not able to concede the person’s visit as the door flutters open and three of Dima’s servants strut into the room bearing a dresser. I scrunch my nose knowing what the cloth they are herding into the room is for. For the past two days, I have been fitting into different dress for the so-called golden mask festival. Fucking don’t see the need for that. Dima alongside Yulia had called on the best fashion designer they have here in Russia and about three of these people brought the best of their dresses, forcing me to wear them to see the one that would suit the occasion but in the end, Dima would end up disliking it. Just yesterday, the last of the fashion designer came and took my measurements, promising to make a unique dress for me that'll suit the occasion. That should be the dress the servants are wheeling into the room. And for them to bring it here, it only means Dima approves
>>>>An Email.>>>>I pin my back to the door immediately I exit my room…Dawn’s room. My heart rolls with bitterness against my chest. She hates me. When I kissed her I felt her hunger for me. For my touch but something made her remember just the amount of hatred she has for me. It breaks me to know I’m the reason for this severed ties between us. I am the fucking reason. But should I fault myself? I can’t fault myself at all. All my life I’m wired to hate one man and that is Vladimir and by extension, his household. So, the rage I felt when I found out the mark that signifies Dawn as his printsessa can’t be vaporized. I almost acted on impulse at the hospital that night. Hell, I almost shot her. Had it been I wasn’t on the run, in my hands would her blood swim. But if I had killed her I’d have killed my child too…something that I’ve desired to have all my life. I want to have a baby with Dawn and now she’s pregnant, only I can’t get close to her because she hates