Chapter seventeen | Ekaterina
Earlier that day....
The sound of footsteps pauses my thoughts and confusion wanders through my mind as I check the time, 2:36, it's still daylight, there's no way in hell Alexander came back from work, and well, since Vladimir and his father left earlier today as well, that leaves the house all for myself which doesn't help when i hear the footsteps coming closer,
Alexander's mother was supposed to come today though, maybe it's her, but I'm not brave enough to go explore who the fuck is outside, so I just stay here, heartbeats thrumming in my ears, and breath completely uneven,
"Ekaterina?" A feminine voice meets my ears just as Alexander's mother steps inside, and I think that's the first time I'm relieved to see that woman, "thank god." I breathe, her brows furrowing as she walks towards me, "not really." Another voice joins and my lips part and I watch in horror as a masked guy smashes a vase on her head,
blood scatters over her face as she falls motionlessly on the ground, adrenaline rushes through my veins and just when I'm about to grab anything and defend myself, he walks towards me and tugs on my hair harshly, I squirm in his hold, doing everything in my power to push him away which is purely pathetic, because I don't get anywhere with it,
I scream as I watch another person come inside and take her body away, "oh stop—bitch." He grunts when I bite down on his shoulder, and I take the chance as I run away from his hold towards the living room and just when I'm about to storm out of the door, he clasps his hand around my throat and I gurgle as he continues choking me, murmuring some words to the other guy but I'm way too scared for my mind to even function what they're saying.
And when I feel as I'm going to faint he slaps his hand away, turning me to face him, as he grabs a knife from his pocket, "I can make you another matching scar on that pretty face, so think carefully." He says in Russian and when the words finally start processing, a wicked smile spreads on his face as he grabs my hair again, harshly clutching it to the point of pain as he slams my face in the wall and I feel blood dripping down my neck,
Just as I feel the whole world going black around me.
Present
Ticktock
Tick....
Tock....
My vision finally clears as I recall what happened from the last hours of my life, I suck in a breath as the memories come crashing back to me, fear and despair running through my body as I take in my circumstances, My hands and legs are tied with a tape and so is my mouth, screaming might as well be useless because there's no way someone can hear me here, tears well in my eyes as more sickening predictions roam around my mind, fuck.
The room I'm in is absolutely disgusting, the smell is almost unbearable, blood, vomit, and much more shit, I swallow the knot in my throat as my breath turns shallow when I notice Alexander's mother who's squirming beside me, in a similar situation as mine, my eyes meet hers and the look on her face is pure desperation, which exactly matches mine,
She motions with her head at something and I follow her gaze to find a knife thrown on the ground, I try to move a little but I just end up crawling as my hands shakily clutch the knife, trying to cut the tapes off my arms to make this fucking process easier, and when I finally succeed I almost scream from joy, as I move on to my legs, doing the same thing and then with my mouth,
I let out a breath the moment the tape leaves my lips, "hold on." I whisper, the words barely audible but I know she heard me because her expression softens as I free her from the tape as well, "are you okay?" She offers tightly and I almost snort but the moment I realize where we are again I sober up, "we need to get out." I force and ignore her earlier question, the answer to it might be as useless as the question itself but I won't tell her that of course,
So we just start searching for keys to open that damn door, and just when I'm about to find something, a huge tall man strides inside, a snarl spreading on his face as he walks towards me with hurried steps, I don't second guess myself as grab the nearest knife again and slam it in his stomach, he grunts and yells something just as more men come inside, giving me no hope to get out of here.
My mind switches to survival mode as I punch and slap them and do everything in my power to get them away but one of them injects a syringe inside my arm, I grimace and my limbs weaken as I fall motionless in their arms, but my eyes don't close thought, I'm conscious but I can't move my body, not even a single bone,
So I just watch as they carry me to another room, and I see an electric chair placed there, fuck, I try to squirm again and I succeed to the point where the asshole that's carrying me spits in my face, Jesus Christ,
"Stay here, doll." He protests roughly as he places me in the electric chair, I fight him off as he tries to place the wires in my hand, but he clutches my hand tight, way too tight for me to able to do anything,
"Where is it?" He yells to someone outside and the reply makes him smile at me, it's a scary smile, the glisten in his eyes being clear as he starts running his hands down my jacket, my lips twitch in disgust as I squirm from his hold, then he finally steps back from me with my phone in his hands, looking oddly satisfied with himself as I snarl at him,
"Just for your knowledge, I'm calling your asshole of a husband now, I wonder how he'll react when he hears your pretty screams," he says, and shivers run down my spine as my thoughts all wander back to Alexander, hundreds of sickening possibilities crawling through my mind but they all vanish the second he picks up,
"Yes?" The moment his voice meets my ears is the same moment the guy clicks on the button of the chair, and I scream as sparks of pain shoot through my whole body, and I just continue to scream as the pain heightens,
*:･ﾟ✧*:･
Alexander's voice catches my ears and I immediately open my eyes even as my vision dazzles and I feel like I'm gonna cry, his face comes into sight and a muffled sob leaves my body, my lips part as an armed guy comes up behind him, holding a gun at his head from the back,
No no no, alexander turns quickly and snatches the gun from his hand, and the other hand clutching his throat as he shoots him in the head, holy fucking
assassin,
And when he finally notices my presence, his murderous expression softens to a point I've never seen before, eyes roaming through my state as he takes in my disgusting sight, his jaw clenches and his eyes meet mine, he doesn't need to say anything for me to understand him,
From the amount of time I've spent with him, his eyes talk the most, "you're here." I say as if I'm trying to convince myself, repeating the words over and over as he steps closer to me, freeing me from the chair, my whole body is aching and I whine when he clutches my hand, then slowly, he rubs his fingers over the aching part and I relax into his arms as we stalk away,
A gasp leaves my body as I take in the sight outside, dead bodies are clattered everywhere, but then, out of no fucking where, a guy appears in front of us, "did he hurt you?" He asks gently and I stay frozen for a moment, "tell me, Ekaterina, did he touch you? Did he touch what's mine?" He grits the words and I finally shake my head, because I've never seen the guy before.
And he still shoots him, "he participated." His eyes darken as they meet mine and I swallow evenly and stare at him, chest tightening as I hold onto him, feeling numbness go through my whole body from hours of that damn electric shock.
"Your mother is here." I suddenly say, he doesn't look back as we finally get out of that disgusting house and I suck in a breath, the fresh air entering my lungs just as shivers run down my body from how cold it is, so I just snuggle in Alexander's coat, might as well use the opportunity,
"I know." His response surprises me but I'm way too tired to ask for details so I just rest my head and close my eyes as we get into the car, trying to push today's shit away and get some sense of peace, I'm safe, I need to believe that.
"You're bleeding." Alexander's touch causes my eyes to snap open as his finger hovers over my eyebrow, so I raise it while his finger is there, "yeah the asshole said he'd make me a matching scar, tell me, are they even? Because if they're not I'm gonna be so sad." Sarcasm is heavy in my tone which just makes him glare.
"This isn't fucking funny." He says forcefully and I smile sheepishly at him, "keep your humor away, Ekaterina." He repeats and I grin, amused by this whole situation, "I can't imagine a life without it." I say sincerely and he raises a questioning brow,
"You know, normal people would be crying or even in a state of shock right now, not making jokes." He says sternly and I contemplate his words for a long thought, maybe he's right, "I cried enough today." I murmur quietly and his expression shifts, jaw tightening and cheekbones sharpening as he grits on his teeth.
"Also, I think he broke your favorite vase." I say trying to lighten up the mood and apparently, that catches his attention as his eyes shift to mine and I wiggle my eyebrows playfully, "depressing." His dry tone isn't surprising but what is surprising is that he didn't ask how he broke it,
I'm thankful for that Because there's no way in hell that I was gonna tell him that he broke it on his mother's head, "I thought so too." I reply to his earlier response and he rolls his eyes,
And even though I caught his attention, the murderous expression is still plastered on his face, "who were they?" I ask thoughtfully and he runs a hand across his jaw, "the Irish." His reply isn't surprising, no one would do something stupid as this except them,
I currently have thousands of questions, but we have all the time as well so I just push them away and give my body the rest it needs, "good night." I mutter under my breath as a yawn slips out of my mouth.
"Good night, sweetheart." I feel him kissing my temple as I close my eyes and start slipping into the darkness.