Chapter 6

Ophelia

Observing my surroundings, I saw a lot more men standing in the room with guns in their hands. I looked over and stared at Damian there on his knees. I could see the anger building in his eyes as Anatoly walked up to me and began to speak.

"This can go easily for you and your man; all you have to do is answer my questions. Understand?"

I nodded, "I understand."

"Tell me what you know.” he commanded.

"I don't know anything." I said softly.

 “Don’t lie to me.” He hissed.

 “I’m not lying. I don’t know anything about his business.”

He growled, before back handing me across the face. "I'll ask you again," he started to speak again before Damian interrupted him.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!" Damian yelled, through clenched teeth and eyes fixed on Anatoly.

Anatoly looked over at him and gave a little smirk then chuckled. "And what do you think you are going to do about it?"    

"UNCUFF ME AND FIND OUT MOTHERFUCKER." he snarled.

He gave a wicked laugh as Damian narrowed his eyes and stared him down. "So, you think you can take on all my men? Huh?" 

Cracking his neck, Damian provoked yet again, "UNCUFF ME AND FIND OUT."

“Fight your way out and maybe I’ll let you leave.” Anatoly taunted.

“Deal.”

"Podnimite yego" (get him up) The men standing by Damian lifted him up off the floor standing him to his feet. "osvobodit' yego" (cut him loose) 

The men cut the zip cuffs off Damian's wrists. He immediately swung and hit the man on his right causing him to hit the ground. The man on his left reached back and punched Damian in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. "MAKE THEM STOP!” I yelled at Anatoly.

More men started coming over as Damian stood back up and kept fighting. He was fighting several at a time, he looked like he was fighting with everything he had. You could see the rage in his eyes as he would land a punch on one of the men and another man would land a punch on him. As some fell to the ground more would start fighting. With so many around him, he was taking a beating. Anatoly stood next to me allowing the fight to go on for several minutes. Damian kept trying to reach for guns but would get hit every time he got close to picking one up.

Anatoly pulled out his gun and shot off three rounds ending the fight instantly, “dostatochno" (enough) he said loudly.

Damian turned around and started to walk toward me, but Anatoly put the barrel of his pistol against my temple. I flinched as the hot barrel burned my skin. Damian froze in his steps and looked at me. He had cuts across his face and blood was dripping out of his mouth. His nose was pouring blood, his breathing heavy from the fight. He raised his hands to surrender and one of the Russians kicked him to his knees.

Anatoly commanded something in Russian and the men drew their weapons surrounding Damian. Each of them chambering a round, pointing their guns at his head. He closed his eyes.

"NO! NO! NO! WAIT! PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM." I screamed, yanking myself from the grip of the man holding me by the arm. I ran over to Damian before falling to my knees in front of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. He tucked his head into my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I'm so sorry baby girl. I tried. Forgive me," he whispered in my ear.

I pulled back, took his face in my hands, placed my lips on his and kissed him, "It's not your fault. It's not your fault." I whispered, choking back tears.

I wrapped my arms back around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I held him tight before being pulled from his arms. A man picked me up off the ground and flung me over his shoulder, carrying me out of the room. I was kicking and screaming and pounding on his back with my fists, but nothing seemed to faze him. He was built like a bear and my efforts seemed pointless. He walked down the hall before opening the door to my cell, throwing me in like some sort of rag doll. As he closed the door, I heard a gunshot.

***

Damian

       When I woke up, I looked around and saw that I was in a concrete room alone. I had no idea where Ophelia was. I started knocking on the walls hoping that she would be close. Finally, I heard her voice from the other side of the wall. All I wanted to do was break down this fucking wall and wrap my arms around her and protect her. I had never felt like this for anyone before. I can’t even begin to explain what I feel for her, other than an intense urge to protect her.

From the time I met her, I knew that I wanted to be close to her. I kept my distance when I first started working for her family out of respect for Mitch. When he appointed me as her bodyguard, I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind. Watching over her day after day became one of the hardest things I've ever done. I had come to learn that she was one of the most kindhearted people I had ever met. She didn't let the whole being "rich" go to her head.

She genuinely cares about other people. I honestly was looking forward to going with her to Europe and helping her with the charity work that she wanted to do. Even though I would still technically be working, I was looking forward to being alone with her for six months. Maybe I would have a chance to show her how I feel about her. I have no clue what came over me in the truck. She didn't reject my touch when I took her hand in mine and I wanted more. Her lips taste so damn good, I wanted to keep kissing her, but I knew I had to restrain my desire.

Shit hit the fan though and now we are locked up here. I wanted to keep her mind occupied, so I decided to tell her a little more about myself. I never have really talked about myself, I only wanted to know her more and being her bodyguard allowed me to know everything about her. 

When they grabbed us from our cells and brought us into the larger open room, I knew I had to try something. Maybe I would be strong enough to take a couple of them down, get a weapon and kill everyone in here. At least that is what I was hoping for. Not all wishes would come true and before I knew it, I was back on my knees with guns pointed at my head. I held my head up high, closed my eyes, and waited for death. Instead, I heard her scream, when I opened my eyes, she had her arms around my neck holding me close. I wrapped my arms around her waist, I wanted so badly to get up and fight again. I couldn't risk it, not with all the guns pointed at me. I could not risk her getting shot. 

When the Russian pulled her from my arms, I could hear her screaming the whole way down the hall. Anatoly walked over to me and put his gun to my head, "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now." I had no words; I had no reason; he didn't need me alive. I tilted my head back and stared him straight in the eyes, he put his finger on the trigger, "I love you Ophelia." I whispered to myself. I closed my eyes and heard a voice come from a distance, “Ne ubivay yego.” (Don’t kill him) I opened my eyes to see who was talking, but all I saw was a shadow of a man standing in the distance. Anatoly pulled the trigger, and a bullet grazed my ear.

He turned and talked to the man standing in the shadow and barked out more orders. The men behind me put zip cuffs back on my wrists and walked me down a different hallway to a different room. What? Wait, why the fuck didn't he kill me? What the hell was his plan and why is he keeping me alive?

    When we got to the room, they shoved me in leaving my hands cuffed behind my back. Anatoly walked over to me, "Tell me everything you know?”

"Damian Blackman. 4702791."

"That's not an answer!" he yelled, as he reached back and punched me, “Give me an answer.”

"Damian Blackman. 4702791"

He reached back again, landing another punch across my face causing me to hit my knees. "Answer the fucking question."

"Damian Blackman. 4702791"

I looked up at him with a smirk across my face. I knew I was pissing him off. I spit blood out of my mouth onto his shoe. He stood there observing my expression, knowing that I would not give him the information that he wanted. "So that's your answer?" 

"Damian Blackman. 4702791" 

"Alright. Let's play this game." A sadistic grin came across his face, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

***

Ophelia

       When I heard the gunshot, my heart stopped. I just knew Damian was dead. I was now alone with no hope in sight. I walked over to the corner of the room, slid down the wall and buried my head between my legs. Tears fell from my eyes like waterfalls. It was starting to become dark outside, yet another night in this prison. 

I was startled awake by the sound of the metal door hitting the concrete wall. I opened my eyes to see a man standing in my doorway. I jumped to my feet as he smiled wickedly and walked towards me.

I stood there frozen in fear wishing the wall would open and swallow me whole. The man stopped inches from face. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of me and I was boxed in, unable to move. I could smell the stench of cigarettes and vodka on his breath. I turned my head to not gag from the smell, but he put his hand under my jaw and forced me to face him. 

"P-please d-don't." I cried. 

A smirk came across his face as tears ran down my cheeks. His eyes looked my body up and down before stopping at my breasts. His hand tightens around my neck as he pulls me from the wall throwing me face down onto the mattress. I tried to move but before I could he was laying on top of me. His hand was on my head forcing my face into the mattress.

"NO! NO! NO! STOP!" I screamed, terrified of what was about to happen.

He moved his hand from my head, pulled down my pants and panties. He unzipped his pants, pulled them down and grabbed my hips forcing me onto my hands and knees.

"PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE! NO! STOP!

I screamed as loud as I could and tried to pull myself away from him. My heart was racing, and I was terrified. I knew I had to fight; I couldn’t let this happen. I started kicking and flailing my arms around. I tried to pull myself away from him again, but his fist connected with the side of my head. He grabbed me around the throat, threatening to cut off my airway.

"Kak ty dumayesh' ty idesh'?" (where do you think you are going) he whispered into my ear.

"PLEASE STOP! STOP!" I begged, but again he didn't listen.

The more I struggled, the harder he grabbed me. The pain he was inflicting was unbearable. I knew I was going to have bruises from where his hands gripped my skin. With all the screaming my throat went sore and my voice started to fade away. I stopped struggling as I was beginning to lose my strength. He kept going for what felt like forever. He finally pulled out of me and my body fell to the mattress.

I closed my eyes thinking it was over. He grabbed me by the hair and brought me to my knees face to face with his cock. He pressed the tip against my lips, but I refused to open my mouth. He put his fingers on my nose blocking my air. I tried to hold my breath as long as I could. I felt myself start to get dizzy and instinct caused me to open my mouth and gasp for air. In that moment he forced his cock inside my mouth, hitting the back of my throat making me gag. He held the back of my head down while he pounded my throat making me choke. He shoved his cock as far as he could and held my head down so that I couldn't move. He released himself in my throat, I tried to move but couldn't from the force of his hand behind my head.

  When he was finished, I immediately started to throw up. He let out a heinous laugh, pulled up his pants and walked out of the cell closing the door behind him. I laid there on the mattress in a pool of blood, sweat and tears. I felt disgusted. There was an immense pain coursing through my body, and I wished it were strong enough to kill me.