''What happened with Marinette in Monte Carlo, and don't lie to me.''
Ah yes, Monte Carlo… I felt relieved to know that he wasn't talking about Vijay, but what happened in Monto Carlo wasn't a subject I'd wish to discuss. And to make matters worse, that was the second time it had happened, and we knew it was wrong and yet here we are.
Fuck.
But I needed to tell him something...
-'' So Ivan tried to rape her; she almost blew off his face with my gun which I so carelessly left in the room. And then I kicked him out.'' I reported, keeping out the -minor- detail of our hot tub make-out scene that followed shortly afterward…
''…Is she okay?'' He asked.
Wait a damn minute… was he worried?
So, he does care about her still. Huh… isn't that something.
''Yeah, she's fine, he never got far enough to hurt her badly.'' Was this jealousy I felt...?
Wait no… that's the feeling you get when you're in love. And I am not in love with her, so this is just… a persistent feeling of resentment.
"Good, how is her temper any better?" he asked hopefully.
''Would you like to see for yourself?'' I snapped.
He hesitated for a while before he nodded, crossing his feet on the coffee table before him. ''Bring the little bitch. It's been a while since I've seen her gawking at me.''
As if she ever...
I got up and left the room, headed straight for Marinette from the bedroom.
I woke her up from sleep and dragged her up the stairs, luckily, she was silent and not moody and grouchy as I thought she would have been. She barely uttered a squeak on our way up to him.
Before I entered, I stopped outside the door and looked at her, her eyes were droopy, and she was slowly falling back asleep.
''Wake up suka,'' I said whilst slapping her cheeks softly.
''Why,'' she muttered about it.
''The boss wants to see you,'' I replied while smoothing out her messy hair.
''T-The boss...?'' she repeated before her eyes widened, I then opened the door and brought her inside.
Vasily was standing beside the minibar pouring himself a drink.
Marinette stared at him, as he waltzed over to us. ''It's been a minute, my exotic friend.''
She gulped, staring at him with a terrified look.
''I believe we have a date to finish,'' Vasily added with a small grin etched on his lips.
''Date...?'' Marinette repeated with a confused tone.
''Da, since it was rudely interrupted last time.''
''Last time?'' I'm beginning to think she's still sleeping.
''Da. What else do you think I'm talking about.'' He glanced at her with an annoyed look on his face.
''You have the wrong person,'' Marinette responded timidly.
''The fuck? What the fuck does that mean? Stop playing fucking stupid, I don't have time for your stupid games. Acknowledge me or I'll-''
Marinette quickly hid behind me, cowering in fear as she clenched my shirt tightly whimpering.
Did she really not remember? I mean... there was a possibility...
I took her hand and pulled her to the corner.
''V.'' Vasily called, folding his arms.
''Marinette do you really not remember him?''
''What? No! I don't know who that is, take me back, please, He's scaring me.''
As I suspected, Marinette doesn't remember who he is, just as she didn't remember who I was, after the accident.
''Okay, go wait outside the door.''
''What the fuck was that?'' Vasily growled as Marinette quickly exited.
''She doesn't remember you, because of the concussion she suffered due to the accident.''
''Get her back in here.'' He demanded.
I asked no questions and did as he ordered.
''What's my name?'' Vasily asked, his eyes staring into her soul, Marinette looked down at her feet. ''I don't know.'' she simply replied.
''Look at me!'' He roared, grabbing her face.
Tears spilled out of her eyes as she stared at him, ''I don't know, I s-swear!''
Vasily scoffed, taking a step back.
''Fuck!'' his voice towered as he threw the glass at the wall, shattering it. ''Get the fuck out. Get out now!''
Marinette wasted no time and dashed out of the room...
****
I stayed with her until she drifted back off to sleep before returning to Vasily.
He was... angry.
''The special treatment stops now. I don't want her in my fucking bedroom. She's not above the others so stop treating her as if she is. From now on, she's to be treated like the slut that she is. Got it, V?''
''Yes sir.''
I figured this would happen, it only made sense that he would want to cast her aside after finding out she didn't remember him.
****
Marinette's P.O.V
My eyes went wide, and I shrieked, screaming as two men approached me, putting their hands all over me, touching me, and pulling at the rags I wore until I was left in only underwear and a bra.
I sobbed as they touched me, my tears drowning me, muffling my cries and screams.
I screamed for Satan, pleading, and begging.
I felt myself go completely still as I heard the sound of a zipper, and suddenly there was the loud bang of the metal door being kicked open.
The men stopped and I hugged myself into a ball, hoping to cover the last of my humanity with my bruised arms and bloodied legs.
Dalton- who I'm guessing bought me.. walked into the room, sliding his gun back into his jacket pocket. His dark animal eyes dimmed as he took in the situation, his lingering eyes on my frails position on the old, small mattress.
''gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen... this is not how we treat a lady.'' He cooed; his voice hooded with fake security.
The man who had brought me to this room stepped forward. ''But Boss, you said to have our way with her, we were only obliging you.''
Dalton sighed. ''If you want a good fuck, then go fuck one of the whores that we own, but her? No. She's mine to fuck.''
I whimpered, my body trembling as I curled myself tighter.
Dalton barked orders at the men before I heard their footsteps retreating.
I let out a yelp as he picked me off the ground, my arms shook as I did my best to cover my barely clothed body. Lifting his arm, he forced my hands away from my body as he took me in.
He sat me on a sofa inside and threw a blanket over my shoulders.
''Now.'' he grinned as he looked down at me, his snakelike features turning up into a smile. ''We must get ready.''
A tear slipped down my burning red cheek, ''F-For what?''
''The movie of the century my dear, and you are our star.''
"We must get you looking good, I assure you imprisonment has not done you justice, you look absolutely horrendous."
I said nothing, my attitude had faded, so my snapbacks were long gone…
"W-What do you mean a movie?"
"A little video, produced by Moi~" He grinned as he pulled me by the wrists, leading me down a hall and into a room.
It was almost royal looking, with a big king-sized bed, lush carpets, and a full-sized bathroom. I was so confused…
"I-I don't understand," I said softly.
His hands gripped my boney shoulders, his snake-beady eyes taking me in.
"Well child, I'm going to turn you into our little porn star."
Dread pooled inside of me, I held my hands in front of me, my body aching as I took a step back.
"N-No, please don't, please D-Don't, I beg of you."
He let out a humorous laugh as he grabbed my chin, lifting my eyes to his.
"My dear you have no choice in the matter."
He pushed me away and I fell to the floor.
''I will send some people to fix you up, nice and pretty, and then.'' we will record.
He left and I sobbed, my tears drenching the carpet. I'm waiting for satan to come for me, but it's been days... two weeks at most since I last saw him.
The door opened and two girls came in, one was blonde, her hair pulled tightly into a bun, she looked to be in her thirties, and her face was stone and unreadable.
The second woman was much younger, her reddish-brown hair was cut short, and her face was round and rosy.
''Up. Get up.'' The blonde ordered, tapping her foot impatiently.
My legs wobbled as I struggled to stand up. The younger one practically carried me as we made our way to the bathroom.
''You are bruised everywhere child, we will cover what we can with makeup, but we will need to lather you in swelling cream after your shower.
The younger woman put me in the shower and stood by my side. rubbing soaps and shampoos into my hair, I didn't even care that I was almost completely naked in front of her, it's not like I would have been able to shower on my own.
Memories of my shower with Satan flashed through my mind, I even missed that little bastard.
The woman turned off the shower, helping me up she wrapped me in a fluffy towel and sat me at a seat by the mirror, she handed me a clean set of underwear and I slowly slid them on, covering my breasts with the towel.
She then began lathering cream all over me, it stung for a little while, and the stinging turned into warmth.
I finally glanced at my face in the mirror, it was bruised, bloodied, and swollen. I cringed as I touched my cheek and winced, they were completely swollen. The cuts had been washed of blood, and I couldn't even begin to imagine my state before my shower.
The women began doing my makeup and hair, painting my face with concealer, and covering up every single man-induced imperfection until it felt like I had a new face.
They painted, pulled, combed, and straightened for hours until they were finally done.
I opened my eyes to see a new face. A fake face.
All traces of cuts and bruises were gone, instead what remained was a smoothly painted porcelain face with perfectly contoured cheeks, bright red lips, lined eyelids, and long lashes.
I grimaced as I looked at my reflection. My hair was strained, cleaned free of blood, and brushed free of tangles. It hung down mid-center of my back.
''Get changed.'' The older woman muttered, handing me a spaghetti-strapped white dress, almost...
Almost like a fucking wedding dress. A veil hung by the dress, and I felt bile rise up in my throat.
''N-No, I'm not wearing that! I won't.''
The younger woman's eyes went wide. ''Miss you must, he'll kill us if you don't wear it, he might even kill you.''
My lips quivered as I snatched the dress from the hanger, slipping into the dreadful gown as the older woman slipped the veil over my head.
I stared at my reflection; distaste flowed through my mouth like the sour taste of lemon, the older woman urged me to move forward as we left the bathroom, and into the bedroom.
There, sat him, fucking Dalton. He grinned ear-to-ear as he saw me, he was clearly pleased.''
''Beautiful.''
The slimy fucking bastard help me to him, and I watched with complete horror as two men sat on the other side of the room, holding a fucking video camera.
''Shh, stop crying. Now. It's upsetting me.''
I let out another sob as he pressed his lips to my neck, I pushed against him, but he was too strong, I had lost the fight inside me.
He threw me on the bed, and I felt the agony and dread flow through me like an ocean. And I drowned.
I had never expected it to end like this...
Alone... scared... aching from head to toe. I admit, a knight in shining armor was a bit much to hope for, but it was the only thing keeping me afloat.
Except now I knew no one would be waiting with their arms wide open, a comforting smile or an embrace.
But after my conversation with the big bad guy (Vasily), It seemed like I had been cast aside... I was moved to a new location, and everything went downhill. Not even a goodbye from Satan... I hope you won't forget me...