* Trigger Warning! *
* This chapter contains rape! *
I wake up with a pounding, intense pain radiating throughout my head.
My memories are blurred and I can't remember why my head hurts so damn much.
I move to sit up, only to be met with a sharp tug at my wrists. I look up to see my hands connected to the headboard with handcuffs. Fear instantly settles in me when I realise I'm not in Viktor's room, and I'm not in a room I recognise.
The sharpness of the breeze in the room forces me to look down, only to see I'm in nothing.
No.
Wrists bound with handcuffs.
Cold room.
Stripped naked.
But- Viktor said he was dealing with him. In a cell.
Painful memories begin to replay in my mind.
- Flashback -
I wake up in a cold, bare room. I'm still naked with my hands still bound. A bed sheet has been carelessly thrown on top of me, barely covering anything and providing little warmth.
It's been 6 weeks since I've been like this.
In a freezing cold room -God knows where- and bound to a bed, being fed and watered once a week. I can feel my body and will power deteriorating by the second as they tick by painfully slow.
This bed is too uncomfortable to sleep in, and even if it was, the fear and terror keeps me awake at night. So as the exhaustion hits my body and I feel myself falling asleep, I feel somewhat relieved. My eyes become heavy and my tense body loosens slightly.
Until I hear the door.
"Moya sladkaya detka." [My sweet baby.]
"Gotov k drugomu raundu, dorogoy?" [Ready for another round, sweetheart?"]
"Net. Please, I can't. Stop. Please!"
Vladimir climbs on top of me -still fully clothed- and begins placing hideous kisses all over my body. Tears pour down my face as I pointlessly beg him to stop.
"Shhhhh, detka. I'll be gentle. Obeshchayu." [I promise.]
That time, he was anything but.
More vicious.
More aggressive.
More hateful.
- End of flashback -
"Hey, detka. You're awake."
No.
"I thought I'd add a little twist to our time together." he laughs.
I lay my head down and stare up at the ceiling, refusing to even look at him.
Memories of last night begin to become clearer and clearer in my mind as my brain reminds me of how I ended up here like this.
- Flashback -
Me and Viktor have been watching The Vampire Diaries for about three and a half hours now. The pizza had been finished off over an hour ago, and now we were snacking on chocolates.
We were watching the beginning of episode four when I stated that Stelena is better than Delena, and that's when the thirty minute debate of Stelena vs. Delena began.
"Delena is the definition of toxicity!" I say, reaching for a chocolate.
Viktor -who's holding them- pulls them out of my reach, causing me to pout.
"Gimme." I demand.
"Admit that Delena is better than Stelena, and you can have as many as you want. If not, no chocolates for you, malyshka." he replies.
"This is bribery!"
I reach out for the chocolates again, only for him to extend his arm further away. I glare up at him, being met with a sly smirk.
"Give. Me. The. Chocolates."
"No." he says, full on smirking now.
"Vik." I warn.
"Cass." he says, his tone as the same as me.
I get up on my knees, leaning over him further to try and grab the box. As I start to struggle and strain, Viktor starts to laugh lightly.
Somehow, my knee ends up tripping over the blanket, and I fall straight onto Viktor's lap. Viktor becomes stiff as I land flat on him, and I take his stunned state as an opportunity to grab the box.
"Gotcha." I exclaim with joy.
I take a chocolate out and eat it, doing a little happy dance and completely forgetting where I was currently situated. I am instantly reminded -however- when Viktor intakes a sharp breath at the same time as his hands find my waist, holding me firmly in place.
"Don't do that." he hisses out through gritted teeth, his eyes now closed.
I move to get up, barely hovering over him, when Viktor slams me back down. I gasp as my core hits his hardening dick. The show still playing has now been completely forgotten about, disregarded as background noise. I try to move again, but Viktor's grip on my waist tightens, not allowing me to budge so much as an inch.
He opens his eyes, staring into mine and locking my focus completely on him. His gaze is heated and I can tell it means bad business. With is grip still locked onto me, he moves me in slow, deliberate movements, maintaining strong eye contact with me.
"Vik." I gasp out as his cock clips my clit through our clothing.
His pace picks up little by little, causing soft, breathless moans to spill our of me. Viktor leans in and begins placing soft, delicate kisses along my neck and collar bone. He pulls back and I see Cole staring at me.
"I thought you said you love me, gattina. How could you do this to me if you claim to love me?!" his grip on my skin becomes harsh and punishing.
"Maybe I should punish you until I'm the only thing on your mind!" he roars, his eyes black.
"STOP!" I scream out.
Suddenly, reality returns to me and Viktor looks at me with concern and confusion.
"Malyshka?" his voice is soft and welcoming.
"I'm sorry." I sob, leaping off of his lap and running into the bathroom.
I shut the door and lock it, my heart beating rapidly.
"I'm so so sorry, lupo." I cry out in a whisper.
I bury my head into my knees, pulling them up to my chest. Tears spill from my eyes, yet no sound comes out, something I conditioned my body to do whilst being tortured.
Make no sound and it hurts less.
Make no sound and you don't get punished for it.
I cry into my knees for what feels like hours, but in actuality is a few minutes. My crying subsides as warm arms wrap around me.
"Shhh. I'm here. I've got you." he says to me, kissing the top of my head.
"No. You're not." I say, looking up into his ocean blue eyes.
"You're still in Italy. At home. Safe." I whisper to him.
"You need to let me go." I say to him, my voice cracking.
"Hypocritical of you to say, gattina, if you can't even do that yourself." he responds, his voice soothing me.
A knock on the door interrupts my conversation with the man I love -the man who isn't even really here.
I sigh and stand up, going towards the door and opening it, keeping my gaze on the floor.
"I'm sorry, Vik. I just- I don't know. It's hard for me to-"
"Shhh." I'm pulled into a sturdy chest and I hug him, diverting my attention over to the bed when a foot catches my eye.
I notice Viktor on the bed, unconscious and being moved around by two men. But- If that's Viktor, then...
"Don't worry, dorogoy." I jump back, being met with his hand on my back pulling me back towards him.
His other hand comes up to cover my mouth with a cloth. A cloth that no doubt has chlorophyll on it. I try to fight the need to fail, but inevitably fail as his face begins to blur and my body starts to feel weak and limp.
"Everything is just the way it's meant to be." Is the last thing I hear before everything turns black.
- End of flashback -
I'm snapped back into the present when I hear grunting and people struggling.
I gasp in shock as I see Viktor being dragged in by the two men from earlier. He, too, is in handcuffs and that's when I notice the two rings drilled into the wall.
"What the hell?!" I exclaim.
"Well, dorogoy. You're sweet, sweet Viktor, here, thought he could take what's mine away from me. So, to prove to him -and you- who you truly belong to, your precious lyubov' will watch as I claim you."
The shock is evident on my face, Viktor's face, and the face of both of the guards.
"What?" I ask in disbelief.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I scream at him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he yells back, grabbing my face in a painful grip.
"I gave you food, I gave you water, I gave you comfort, I gave you me! All he gave you,"
He turns my head to force me to look at Viktor, who has a look of fury as he stares bullets at his brother.
"He gave you pain, misery and suffering. He gave out the orders to have you beaten bloody and blue."
He forces me to look back at him, climbing on top of me and restricting all of my movement.
"And yet when we finally got you back, you went back to him. ZACHEM?!" [WHY?!]
Staring him straight in the face, I say to him words that will probably doom me, but they're the truth, and I refuse to hide from it anymore.
"Because even though he gave out those orders. You, Vladimir, are the hell that would force me awake at night. You are the demon that haunted me day and night. You are the reason I couldn't even give myself so much as an orgasm, because it terrified me to receive any form of pleasure. You are the reason I refused the simplest forms of human contact with anyone for 6 years." I say to him.
"Sandra." Viktor says, his tone a warning that I pay no mind to.
"But most of all. You are the one I fantasised killing, and it would make no sense to be with someone you want to see dead by your own hand."
Burning pain sears the side of my face as Vladimir slaps me.
"You ungrateful whore." he spits out at me.
"Whore?" I ask, tauntingly.
He raises an eyebrow at my tone, his eyes daring me to continue.
So I do.
"I thought I was a slut. Or more specifically -how did you used to phrase it? Ah, 'moya malen'kaya shlyushka'." [my little slut.]
Vladimir's eyes darken with lustful rage, and I discreetly gulp. One of his hands wrap around my throat in a painful grip and I start struggling to breathe.
"SLEZ'S NEYE!" [GET OFF OF HER!] Viktor screams, but it's useless.
Vladimir doesn't stop or even loosen his grip. He simply turns to look at the guards who are still standing awkwardly next to Viktor.
"Ostavlyat'." [Leave.] he orders them.
They bow their heads and leave, one of them shooting me an apologetic glance.
"Now then." he looks back at him, raising his hand up and forcing my face near his.
"Let's begin, dorogoy." he whispers against my lips, his disgusting breath causing me to scrunch my face up.
With one hand still latched around my throat, he begins to undo his belt buckle and I start trying to pry out of his grasp. I notice Viktor also trying to get out of his restraints as I hear the belt land next to my head.
My head snaps to look at the black leather in confusion.
Why didn't he just throw it on the floo-
My eyes widen as I spot a small row of dots, making it so the belt would be the size of a neck.
The panic is too busy setting itself in place I don't even register when Vladimir gets naked until I feel a poking in my thigh that causes me to freeze.
"Jesus Christ, I've missed you so much, dorogoy." he whispers as he lowers himself down.
"NO! STOP!" I scream at him.
He hits my leg, gripping it harshly.
"Yes, detka. Scream. Oh how I've missed your screams." he smirks wickedly, looking up at me.
I begin to wriggle and writhe when he spits in my slit, using his tongue to rub it up and down. He spits again and raises himself over me, now face to face with me.
"Please Vladimir." I cry, a tear falling down my cheek.
"Don't do this. I'm begging you, please."
"Oh, dorogoy." his tone is mocking sympathy as he wipes away my tears.
He leans down to the shell of me ear.
"I don't want you to beg." he whispers.
"I want you to scream."
He bites on my ear harshly as he aggressively enters me, causing me to scream out in pain.
Vladimir smiles in victory as my screams increase with his rough pace.
"Sandra!" Viktor screams, causing me to look at him.
"Look at me, malyshka. I'm right here, baby." he says, a sly tear falling down his cheek, but I can see it from here.
I do as he says and look at him, trying to seek any form of distraction from this hell that I'm reliving once again.
Vladimir grips my face so hard that I wince as he forces me to look at him.
"You do not look at him. Ty smotrish' na togo, kto tebya trakhayet." [You look at the one fucking you.]
He brings my face up to his, forcing a rough, revolting kiss onto my lips. He swipes his tongue past my lips, asking for access which I obviously deny him. He growls into the kiss -if you can even call it that with my stationary lips- and wraps a punishing grip around my neck, causing me to gasp for air. Vladimir hums in satisfaction as his disgusting tongue explores my mouth, so I bite it, causing him to retract it immediately.
"Ty suka!" [You bitch!] he slaps me, full force, and pulls out of me, flipping me around harshly so I'm on my stomach.
He snatches the belt from the bed and yanks my head up by my hair, forcing a hiss out of me. He makes quick work of looping the belt securely around my throat, so tight I can barely breathe.
Vladimir re-enters me full force and I cry out, burying my head in the pillow below me to silence myself and not giving him the twisted satisfaction of hearing my screams. My silence -however- is short lived as he pulls my head up with the belt, bringing me up so I'm back to chest with him.
"Blya, ya propustil eto." [Fuck, I missed this.] he grunts, gripping onto my breast like he hates it.
"Ya skuchal po tebe." [I missed you.] he whispers, kissing my neck and down my shoulder.
I cry, not a single sob leaving my lips as tears stain my face. Nothing but screams of pain leave my mouth.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, VLADIMIR. ZAPOMNI MOI SLOVA!" [MARK MY WORDS!] Viktor screams from behind us.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and a shot goes off. Vladimir's hold on the belt disappears and I fall onto the bed. He's ripped off of me and another shot goes off, causing him to scream from the pain.
"SHUT UP!" I hear, followed by a harsh hit which sounds like it could only come from someone being hit by the butt of a gun.
"SANDY!" Sebastien says, rushing to my side as I cry, horrible sobs finally leaving me lips.
He undoes the cuffs with the key he found in Vladimir's suit pocket, releasing me from the restraints.
"Oh Sandy. I'm so so sorry." he whispers as he unhooks the second cuff.
I leap onto him, being engulfed by his embrace as I cry all of my pain out into his clothed shoulder.
"Rasstegni yego. Seychas!" [Uncuff him. Now!] he orders to the other people I didn't even register were in the room.
Not even two minutes later, I feel his arms around me, pulling me away from Sebastien and into him.
"Sandra, maylshka. I got you, you're okay." I cry even more as I slump against him, his grip tightening around me.
As my cries turn into sobs, Viktor's grip on me disappears. Confused, I turn around to face him to be met with a muscular chest.
"Arms up, malyshka." he whispers.
I raise my arms above my head and he pulls his hoodie down over my body. Vik re-engulfs me in his arms and I wrap mine around him, clinging to him like my life depends on it.
"Otvedite yego v podval. YA khochu, chtoby on byl v kamere 6." [Take him down to the basement. I want him in cell 6.] he says to Sebastien.
I feel his hand meet the back of my head and I flinch lightly at the sudden contact, turning around to face his pitying eyes.
"I'll see you later, okay Sandy?" I feel too weak to reply, so I simply nod.
He stands up and calls one of the me over to him. I notice that the two guys are the same ones from earlier.
"Voy a matar a los dos más tarde." [I'm gonna kill the pair of them later.] I laugh weakly at Vik's statement as he stands up with me still in his arms.
"I'm gonna pick you up. That ok, malyshka?" I nod my head, tightening my grip that's around his neck.
I lifts me up and secures my waist around his. He walks us out of the room and back into the one we were in earlier. Viktor locks the door behind us and goes to set me down on the bed.
"No." I call out weakly.
Viktor looks at me questioningly, urging me to continue.
"Shower. I need to get rid of him." I whisper.
His eyes soften in understanding and he takes me to the en-suite. Setting me down on the counter, he turns around and goes to the shower, turning it on. I move to sit up, but Vik gives me a warning glance, forcing me to stay put. He comes over to me and places one of his hands on my arms, the other caressing my cheek.
"Nuzhna pomoshch' ili ty khochesh' pobyt' odin?" [Need help or do you wanna be alone?] he asks, his voice a soft delicate one.
"Pomogite, please." [Help,] I whisper.
"Arms up, then malyshka."
I comply to his command and lift my arms up. Viktor pulls his jumper from off of my body and strips himself down to his boxers. He picks me up and takes me over to the shower, and I'm grateful that he hasn't stripped bare.
He takes me into the shower and carefully eases me down so I'm standing. Viktor grabs some shampoo and rubs it between his palms, massaging it into my wet hair. I hum in satisfaction as he scratches my scalp to wash the suds away. He repeats this again, double washing my hair just how I would do it myself. He reaches for the conditioner and lathers a generous amount into my wavy strands. He hands me a clip -which he got out of nowhere- and hands it to me. I clip my hair up to keep it out of the way whilst the conditioner sits.
I grab some soap and a body mop, which Vik yanks out of my hands. I furrow my brows in confusion and look at him. He simply smiles innocently at me, so I narrow my eyes at him in a questioning look.
He puts some soap on it and runs water over it, rubbing the soap into the holes and making the mop bubbly. I go to grab it back from him, but Vik takes a hold of my arm, gently cleansing it.
"I can wash myself you know." I quietly say to him.
"I know." his voice is at the same pitch as mine.
He continues to wash me, my arms, my chest, my legs. Until all that's left is my sore, intimate area.
"Are you okay if I-?" he nods his head down, indicating what he meant.
Unsure, I take a moment to think.
"I can do it. If you don't mind." I whisper, not even sure if he heard me over the shower.
"Of course, malyshka." he kisses my forehead and begins to wash himself with a fresh dose of soap.
I take the soap from him and delicately clean my sensitive area. I wince slightly as the water brushes the soap past my hole.
"Malyshka? Ty v poryadke?" [Baby girl? You ok?] he asks me, noticing my suddenly pained expression.
"Mhm." I hum in response.
I stand under the rainfall showerhead, bathing in the warmth. I remove the clip and allow my hair to fall, rinsing away all of the conditioner in it. Once clear of any and all suds, I turn around to the shower door and start walking out. I yelp as I'm lifted -bridal style- off of my feet. Startled I look up at Vik.
"Y'know I'm very capable of walking, right?"
"So?"
I roll my eyes at him and fail to keep the small smile off of my lips at the stupid grin on his face.
Viktor sets me down on the counter and grabs a few towels, wrapping one around himself, one around me, and tries to wrap one around my hair. I laugh at his multiple failed attempts to wrap my hair up.
"Here." I say, taking the towel from him.
"Let me."
I flip my head upside down, wrapping the towel around the back of my head and twisting the fabric, tucking the loose end into the back of the towel.
"Ta-da." I beam, showing him how easy it was to do.
Viktor just stands there, looking at me like I'm some type of alien.
"What?"
"Women are weird." he says, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"No. Men are just stupid." I counter.
Vik raises a brow at me, placing his hands on the counter on either side of me, caging me in. He stands in front of my legs, but he's so tall I still have to tilt my head back to look at him.
"I think some men are stupid for valid reasons." he says with a low voice, gazing into my eyes.
"Don't you think?" his hands comes up to cup my face, and he lowers his head so his nose skims mine.
My hand grabs his wrist as I use the other to support myself, pushing my palm flat against the cold surface beneath me. It instantly dawns on me that the 'men' he's referring to is no longer 'men', but him.
"Vik..." I breathe out.
After a moment of silence, he speaks.
"You have no idea how fucking sorry I am, malyshka. He should've never laid a finger on you. I never should've let him-"
"Hey." I interrupt him sternly.
"Didn't we already have this exact conversation just yesterday?" I ask, raising a brow at him.
"Yeah, but this is different. He-"
Our hands fall as he puts his hand back down on the counter. He takes a deep, stuttered breath that sounds broken and full of pain.
"He actually-"
"Viktor Aleksander Volkov."
He shuts up instantly and glares at me.
"Do not blame yourself. You are not him. You do not control his actions. And you are -most definitely- not to blame. Do you understand me?"
He doesn't say anything, just stares at me.
"Let me make this clearer to you."
I raise my arms up and circle his neck.
"I..."
I lean up slightly.
"Do not..."
My face levels with his.
"Blame..."
My lips skim his jaw as I lean over to his neck.
"You." I whisper, placing soft kiss in the spot on his jaw, just below the ear.
Viktor grips onto my hips, harshly pulling me to him.
"What did you just say?" he grits out through his teeth.
I pull my head back to look at him, confusion etched into my face.
"I do not blame you?"
"No." his teeth grinding together through his words.
"Before that."
I scrunch my eyebrows down further than before as I think back.
Then it hits me.
Viktor Aleksander Volkov.
My Aleksander.
Viktor's eyes darken as he sees the remembrance and recognition in my eyes.
"Say it." he demands.
I gulp and my instincts tell me to run, but Viktor's hands glue me in place. He removes one hand from my waist and cups my cheek, tilting my head back and holding intense eye contact with me. His eyes are almost black as he stares into my green orbs.
"Say. It."
"Alek." I breathe out when he moves his hand down to my neck and presses hard.
Viktor growls when the word leaves my lips. The tension in the room turns thick and my body has burned away any and all condensation left on my body. Viktor runs his thumb over my windpipe, leaning down and skimming his lips right over mine.
"Can I-"
In a hazy state, I press my lips to his, to which he responds to immediately. He instantly dominates the kiss and takes control of the situation. He grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist, lifting me off of the counter, and walking us into the bedroom.
Vik sits us down on the bed, making me straddle his lap. His hands go up and down the curves of my body, gripping my ass. The moment takes over our minds, and lust clouds my judgement and any sense of right and wrong. My hand moves down to remove his towel, but my movements are halted when he harshly takes a hold of my hand.
"Net, malyshka." he pants, breathlessly.
I look up at his lustful eyes and something in me clicks, snapping me back into a conscious state.
"I'll uh- I'll get you some clothes." he stutters awkwardly.
I nod my head as I slide off from his lap, sitting there trying to process everything that happened today as he disappears into the closet.
Fuck.
I'm so screwed...