Lyana I feel the warm touch against the skin as a slow caress, making my body match the firm and possessive voice is as tempting as the darkness in which I am enjoying rest. I sigh fighting against the heavy eyelids when the heat fades leaving only the empty place, the softness of what I recognize to be a fabric. But it is the pains spread throughout the body that attract all my attention, gradually I will regain consciousness of the unhappy night and feel the panic coming back with everything. I lift my body at once being taken by dizziness, I’m seeking to stabilize my breath is when I finally realize I am in a highly luxurious room. The huge bed covered by silky fabrics is lit by a beam of light between heavy curtains, I check my clothes in place before getting up, closing my eyes, and mentally thanking for having some sign that I was not abused. I want to believe that none of that was real and I’m just in some twisted nightmare, but it’s the cold ground against the soles of my fee
And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"I can't help this awful energyGod damn right, you should be scared of meWho is in control?I paced around for hours on emptyI jumped at the slightest of soundsAnd I couldn't stand the person inside meI turned all the mirrors around - Control - HalseyI closed my eyes forcefully wishing that somehow everything would turn into just another strange nightmare, even fighting these different sensations caused by being in the arms of a monster."Open your eyes Lyana. - Deep voice commands." Unable to disobey I see his look analyzing every detail of mine, I feel the excitement of before returning even more forcefully, I look away watching the same room in which I woke up. He seems to wait for some word from me, but I have nothing to say, finally let him stand and the strangest thing is to miss his warmth. "Don’t you dare do that again, I might not be so compassionate". I quickly turn my head to look at him I feel my cheeks b
Yurich I observe the map of the city exposed on the huge wall of the office, all the main points marked under our control, the growing irritation is a danger for men like me, especially in situations like this. This is no time to lose consciousness in the face of this invasion, an attack within my territory. I snap my fingers trying to put together the missing pieces to catch the traitors, but nothing but having a traitor within the organization goes through my mind, someone close enough to wreak havoc. I ignore her screams reverberating through the house even being bitten by this mosquito of indecision, why did you bring her here? "With a powerful throat like that I can bet you can swallow my cock." Dimitri’s voice only serves to annoy me, I do not answer his shit I do not feel like giving him more reasons for questions that I can not answer. I walk through the room and serve a generous drink before sitting on the leather sofa. My little brother follows my movements, taking away t
Yurich I hit my fingers against the glass table completely impatient, it’s been a month since I let that woman go, and I’m tormented by her voice while I sleep during the day keeping my eyes on the surveillance cameras of that hospital. I’m angry at myself for letting him go."I told you to keep it." "You look like a fucking parrot," I reply completely irritated. Sitting waiting for one of my biggest enemies in fucking Russia, my little brother still manages to be unbearable. The security detail inside this crappy restaurant is stronger than the White House. Somehow stupid Italians are infiltrating our lands like a plague. I had to find out if in other regions the same was happening, I found that Nabokov faces the same problems in the south of the country maybe it’s time to unite the sides and magnify the Bratva as sovereign. At least that’s what I hope, thinking about the doctor just disrupted the plans. The movement changes the moment the dark-haired and cold-eyed man enters th
LyanaI go back to the hospital after buying a full snack, I have the same feeling as days in which I am being observed, I recognize being with some kind of trauma but I do not feel like talking to someone or asking for help. From the moment I got out of the car being left in the center of the city near the red square, the disturbance in my psychological state has been growing tears started to fall I am always alone as a memory of the day I lost my mother. I enter the hospital through one of the access doors going towards the office, I feel afraid of the people around but mainly afraid to go to the emergency room and face that man again. I pretended to be sick as a plausible reason not to receive questions and due to my good care the head of the surgical ward was understandable.When I finally enter my room, I turn the key three times checking that it is locked, put the food on the table weighing the head between my hands releasing the air forcefully. When I close my eyes I can fee
Lyana His dark eyes as shine with the request I can see the relief that takes his face when he receives a chance to speak. I raise my hand to stop him from starting. "Listening to you doesn’t mean I’m forgiving you for all these years." I declare. The hurt inside my chest is something I do not know if I can undo even if my entire life is a lie invented by the two people I loved most. "I wonder how much it has hurt mostly me." He stares at mine as he runs his hand through his beard. "No, you do not have the notion of how much but mainly by my mother I will listen to what you have to say," I say firmly. He leans against the chair supporting his arms seems to analyze not only my words but every one of my gestures and expressions, today, I recall the way I always believed he knew everything about me, who was the most wonderful man in the world, and would always be present until he was not until his presence became a ghost and his words were missed. "Your mother had just finished her
LyanaI breathe deeply staring at the mirror, cheeks stained by makeup and thick cilia, pink lipstick next to the dark blue dress with a neckline forming a semi-heart leaving my bulky breasts even more marked. The waist is marked by a part of the velvety fabric making the fabric embrace my thick thighs. I wash my hands nervously seeking comfort in the fact that my father is next to me, but at no time besides these security guards I could all relax. I shake my head coming out of the bathroom and facing the tall man who finds out to be part of my security, during every moment was preparing at home for this dinner I was tempted to question where they were when I was kidnapped, but the fear of creating another problem was higher. The memory of the blood being shed and the cries of those men still steal a few minutes of my thoughts this is frustrating, I seek to keep my breath with my head down returning to the table, passing my hands through the fabric of the dress. I see Dad’s big hand,
Yurich The feeling of having a gun pointed against your head is never forgotten, in reality, it is insurmountable and for many, this kind of emotion is impossible to hold. The problem for men like me is to live both sides of the sensation, the one who has his head made of target and the one who holds the gun knowing that a measly blow on the trigger will open a huge hole in someone’s skull, making pieces of the brain splash against their face. The old man who will call himself my father-in-law, you know, is an old fox with a habit of hunting the stupidity of this dinner, is precisely for this, point the gun against my head and see how much I am willing to protect his daughter. If it was a boy, I’d probably end up pissing my pants, but I respect him. Already the woman who kept my mind terrified during recent times seems to have been haunted too and this feeling of victory is worth it. I raise my eyebrow to Nabukov who opens a scrotum smile when he starts reading. "The first part of