Day 1Lucien It had been one day since she had gone missing, thought Lucien. And he was nowhere close to finding her.He had reached out to everyone he could think of, trying to find where the man he was seeking, Dmitri Rudenko, had holed away his woman.He kept drawing a blank.He had sent his men to the various hideouts where Rudenko famously tortured his victims; and had set them on fire. Schwartz had overseen that, personally.But there was no sign of Proserpina. It was as though she had vanished.Lucien felt it like a blow; he had never thought she would be captured in this way. He had always been convinced of his infallibility.He drank again from his tumbler of whiskey as Schwartz entered the room. Aiyana Laughing Water was with him. The woman studied him solemnly.Lucien wanted to lash out at someone, anyone, but Schwartz stepped forward.‘Mate, ‘he said in a low voice, ‘You cannot go around drunk. Think of the wee babies. They need you.’Lucien stood up, lurching slightly. It
ProserpinaI came awake groggily. And sat up immediately.There were some men in the room, Oleg was one of them and I shrank in alarm.I had woken up a while ago and used the tiny, decrepit bathroom to take a wash and use it for my basic needs. It made me want to cry, it was filthy and so small, I almost squeezed into it. But I did not want to give up. I wanted to believe that my husband was using all the resources at his disposal to search for me…* It was probably my body clock that brought me awake, or maybe it was the dull ache in my arm that was swollen and painful now. Otherwise, I had no idea what time it was. It was slightly cooler now, which meant it was dawn? I wrapped myself as best as I could in my once beautiful now ruined, torn dress, shuddering as I thought of Oleg with his meaty fingers, the hot breath of the man as he had licked my cheek. I had scrubbed away at my cheek and the area felt sore. I gazed up longingly at the tiny slit in the wall, high above, a ventilator
ProserpinaI was dumped in a car or some vehicle. Two men squeezed in beside me on either side I knew one of them had to be Dmitri. The powerful smell of his cologne, distinctive and unpleasant, surrounded me although I was still in the black hood. I remained quiet. I did not want to antagonise them. I wanted to listen for I needed to know where I was going. “The s*ut is like a mouse.’ sneered Dmitri, squeezing my breast. The man on the other side was stiff and unmoving, thankfully and I stifled a cry as he increased the pressure of his hand.When I gasped, unable to take the pain, he gave a small laugh.The man was a sadistic monster, I thought, fearfully and tried to make myself shrink.I was exhausted and thirsty and my stomach was growling. All of it made me fall asleep, a deep, restless sleep. Suddenly, a terrific explosion rent the air and I jumped. I could not see and I had no idea where we were but the explosion seemed to have come from a long distance, way behind us.“Stay s
ProserpinaFrom the snatches of the conversation and the tone of my captors, I guessed that Lucien had arrived after the blast. So my lover was still alive, and I knew he was relentless; he would keep looking for me. That gave me hope.I sat still, my legs stretched out in front of me. It was late, I supposed. The room was dark. A dim light glowed high up in the ceiling, a bare bulb. I knew that it was too high up for me to clamber up to. Apart from the bed, there was no other furniture in the room. Just an iron bed that was too heavy to even push. Later, I discovered that it had been screwed to the floor.The room was large, and it smelled musty. An old, worn sheet covered a lumpy, uncomfortable mattress. A pillow that had obviously seen better days had a cover that was stained and greasy. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. But I was too tired to fight the exhaustion that seemed to be rolling over me in waves now.Besides, I was too weary to do anything now.My back ached from the journey
Proserpina The next day, the woman came in with the food. She was, I realized, a few years older than me but dirty and wearing torn clothes, stained with ...some reddish colours that I did not want to think about.This time, her eyelids fluttered as she sent me a quick glance. I was sitting on the bed, my hand on my stomach.It was a quick look, and she lowered her pale green eyes, but I had seen a flash of pity in them. She had the same clothes that she had worn the previous day and on an impulse, I looked at the man who stood in the doorway. He had his rifle cocked and easy, and he was yawning, scratching his scruffy face as he watched us. ”Clothes,’ I said, loudly, my eyes on her, ’Please, clothes.’ She hesitated, and the man entered the room with a snarl.He hit her across the head with the back of his meaty hand, and I stepped back in horror. The woman let out a yelp. Dragging her arm, he jerked her out and slammed the door shut.I sat, trembling, for a long while. The open ex
Lucien. His gravelly voice came over the phone and Danielle scowled, expecting a reprimand.But there was only the sound of his breathing as he waited. After a while, he rasped out tersely,“What?’ ‘Boss’ she said, her palms sweaty, not sure if she was doing the right thing, lending hope to his man who was going through his own private purgatory.‘Boss, I …think...’ She began.He roared,’The f*ck you called me, woman to tell me what you f*cking think?’She glared at the receiver, muttering choice expletives to herself.Then she went on, gripping the phone tightly,‘ Boss, keep your shirt on. It’s about some information that Sophie gave me. She told me…her sister…’There was a silence. She had got his attention.Lucien was listening intently.‘Go on,’ he growled.She went on, excitement creeping into her voice. Then she spoke, all in a rush,‘She said that there is a place where they keep the women who they bring from …other areas. Before…’ she paused, it hurt to think of Proserpina
Proserpina I will never know how I made it through the hours of waiting for the axe to fall. I ate the stale bread and the lumpy cereal, barely aware of the taste. Staring around me, I figured out that it was mid-morning when the door opened.Another woman entered a little while later, this time a woman who was in a long skirt and had her head covered with a gaily coloured scarf. She spoke in a dialect that I did not understand. Her black eyes, narrow and slightly slanted, were rimmed with kajal, the traditional black eye make-up, worn by women in some parts of the world.She flashed a look of disdain at me and indicated that I should bathe. In her hands, she had a bar of some coarse soap, a towel and shampoo. I rose to my feet, dread in every pore of my body.I stepped inside the tiny bathroom and washed myself as best as I could, lathering my hair with the shampoo. To my horror, she stood in the doorway, watching me, totally unconcerned at my efforts to hide my nudity from her cold
Proserpina The woman had made me dress..The red-haired one was called Xenia, I had gathered from the conversation the two women who had been assigned to prepare me, were having between themselves.She was a Madam and a very important person in the chain as I would come to know. I wore the dress and allowed them to zip me up. I felt almost naked since I had no undergarments. The dress strained across my breasts and my nipples stood out with the abrasive touch of the garment.The old woman applied make-up on my face and had darkened my eyes, reddened my mouth.I allowed her to do it . What else could I do?When she held up a small mirror so that I could see her handiwork, I stared at the dull looking eyes of the face that stared back at me. I looked like a wh*re, I thought.Xenia came in after a long while. Her mouth set in a tight line as she surveyed me. Then, spinning on her heel, she went out, saying something.The old woman cackled, and the younger one gave a snort. As I stared at