>>>>>>Forbidden Thing.>>>>> I’ve cut. I’ve bruised. I've shredded some parts of his body with my dagger. Separating some parts of his abdomen piece by piece, skin by skin just like Igor Abramov did to me. His screams are resounding in my ears, forming melodious sounds. I bask in it. My fingers are coated with blood; his blood. “Mercy, please…” He pleads. He begs for death which of course, I don’t plan on giving him yet. My dagger focuses on another spot on his torso; the V-line that drops into his groin. I piece the skin, blood rushing out in a frenzy, coating my hands, I love the coppery tang of the blood. I love how warm it feels. I love how thick it is. It appeases the sadist in me. It brings my cock alive. I shove my hand through his hair as he flails from the chains that bind him in place. Breaths leave him at a shallow pace, I run my hands down to the fragmented skin of his chest and I feel his heart tempo dropping. He’s in pain and I love it. He’s asking for death but I
>>>>>Who is the girl?>>>>> I spring up from the bed as the heart-wrenching dream recedes, my heart is hammering. My breath stuttering, my eyes blurred by unshed tears. Icy blood runs through me, making me feel highly cold despite the temperate weather. My sheets are drenched and agonizing ache rips through my head. God!! I mentally scream into the darkness that spreads across the room. My hand darts on my nightstand and when my fingers find purchase with the switch of the lantern, I flip it on, letting the jasmine colored light to disperse across the lonely room, chasing away the darkness. I need an aspirin. I fucking need one! The ache in my head is an explosive one, it makes my body rack, brimming me with discomfort. I quickly pull the drawers of my nightstand and finding the aspirin, I threw them into my dry mouth and chase it down with a glass of water. I wait for the pains to recede but it doesn’t . It doesn’t pave way for comfort to grip me. The dreams. The dreams f
>>>>>What was it you saw?>>>>>> Second time. Smiling sheepishly, I wake up with the knowledge that it’s the second time Dima and I have shared a bed together, spend the night together. Hearing the chirping of the birds from my window, I get up from the bed, feeling uncharacteristically happy and vigorous. Is this how marriage is? Waking up all morning next to the man who stole your heart? Hmm…if marriage is all bed of Roses, then I can’t wait to get married someday. To the man that stole all my first. Staring at Dima’s sleepy form from over my shoulder, my grin widens, my heart fluttering in excitement. Well, it’s unlike Dima though, I mean…this time around he slept all through…Damn…what the hell am I saying? I slap my palm across my face for thinking rubbish. Of course, he needs the sleep and it’s barely three hours we've slept. He must be tired. What should I do…? Prepare something for breakfast or buy a takeout? I guess cooking for him would rather do. He hasn’t
>>>>>She loves me.>>>>> She keeps saying those words. She didn’t stop. She didn’t fear. No, she looked me boldly in the eyes yesterday and said it again. That she loves me. She called my cell last night after I left her place and said the words right when we were about to hang up. She loves me. Yesterday, something pulled at my chest when she told me what she saw. No, it wasn’t what she saw that made something pull at my chest. Far from it. Rather, it was the fact that even after sharing a kiss with me she was restless. The connection pulling us couldn’t let her be peaceful. Ha! I drag my hand through my tousle hair as I think about her words and What it’s doing to me. Fuck!! Those words has me reeling. Those words drifting from the sing song voice of hers is making me crazy. She told me, she went back there…at the damn club we met, Benson’s club, to search for me and ensure I survived the stampede. The crossfire. And it was all because something about me made her heart flip
>>>>>>You've forgotten me.>>>>>> The darkness of the night is usually when I thrive successfully. It is now that I'll thrive. Capture my enemy, slice my dagger through the veins that circle her throat, and feel the violent surge of blood wrapping around my fingers. Nina Makarova’s blood. It’s until now that I figured just how much my body is thrumming with a rush of adrenaline as we draft a plan on how to end Nina Makarova’s life. This is day five when her painting will be delivered to her well-secured hotel room but with the aid of the night, I’ll thrive and I'll find myself in her room. I wonder how happy she’ll look when she realizes I’ll be the one delivering the damn painting. I chuckle as I recline against the headrest of the couch in the living room and listen to Leonid read how we'll go about the job tonight. “…And you, Pakhan will now enter her room because she’ll only allow one person inside.” I hear Leonid speaking. That’s true. Our monitoring of Nina Makarova isn
>>>>You ordered the hits on me.>>>>>> ****Flashback*** “Boy, you’re needed.” My weak eyes stab the guard’s face as he fumbles with the keys and chains of my cell. I know what they want from me. They want to inflict pains on my skin. I can’t keep going through that. I want to die or run. But I can’t. They'll make me kill again and again. I’ve taken about hundreds of boys my age. I’ve butchered. I've slaughtered. My hands are full of innocent blood but when I look into my bloodied hands all I think about is to maim, to kill, to attack Igor and all his men. All his supporters. I want them dead. I want to use their blood and wash away the innocent blood I've wasted. I draw back against the wall, wanting to create a huge distance between me and the guard. I want to create a huge distance between Igor and the life he's made me live. The door of my cell drops fully open and all that spins through my head is “Get up and run” but I know as much as every other prisoner in the gulag
******Let's jump.******* Flashback:: “This is our chance to salvation. This is our chance to freedom. Let’s act. Let’s save ourselves from this servitude and build our future.” Stalin’s voice is low, but I can hear every word he says. I can hear every breath he takes. My eyes are shut as I process how we'll go about everything. He found out. Igor found out Nina cheats on him with me and instead of punishing her, he punished me and she was there, watching with a hint of smile on her face while I bleed and wail, my skin got ruined by the guards hot blade. Since Stalin was put in the same cell with me, he’s tried to console me. I imbibe his words. To get freedom, we must risk something. Therefore, for weeks, days, hours we've planned how to take Igor down. I’ve imagined how to slaughter Nina for making me go through unbearable pains. When fear about what we're about to do flits through me I look over my scarred skin and then I’ll be filled with rage. I’ll be filled with the urge t
>>>>You should go.>>>> I woke up today with menstrual cramps biting my stomach, I nearly cried. I hate having cramps it drives me nuts. Knowing I had a morning lecture, though it was supposed to start by eleven in the morning and then I had a long shift at Mari Vanna., I needed to get my butt outside. If not for these things already scheduled, I’d have relaxed back in my dormitory but I can’t. So, to alleviate my cramps, I borrowed Lilly’s heating pad after bathing and shielding myself with a tampon, I settled on my bed and secured the heating pad around me which helped the cramps to subside. While I wait for time to clock eleven, I call Dima on the phone just to hear his voice. My feelings for him doubled after I told him the truth and yet he chose to fuck me on the breakfast table. He held me strong after that and I did hold him too. At a point with him still inside me, we started kissing…a very mind-blowing kiss that nearly made me melt into him. He sucked on my lips with ever
*****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