“Don’t worry, we’ll open it.” My uncle says calmly as he yanks my arm in a savage jerk and pulls me toward him.
One of the security guards unlocks the door and steps inside. I try to follow him, but my uncle’s grip is firm and preventing me from moving.
“Show Elena what we do to train slaves, Flavio.”
The security guard pulls the woman off the ground, and she moans in pain. Her legs are all bruised up, and her face has so many scratches and wounds. Flavio pushes her against the wall behind her savagely and she begins to cry helplessly and begs him to stop. But he doesn’t. His hand comes down and whips across her face. She falls and bangs her head against the unforgiving ground. My lips part and the flow of tears is relentless as I stare at her in shock.
Flavio unbuttons his jeans and his cock springs out hard as a rock. He yanks her off the ground again and pushes her against the wall. Only this time, her face is facing it.
He licks three fingers and slides them inside her pussy. She flinches at the savage entry, but she looks so broken and helpless that she doesn’t even fight him. He begins to thrusts into her ruthlessly until a moan escapes her lips.
He then slides his fingers out of her folds and begins to stroke his length. Without giving her a warning, he thrusts violently into her. Her body jerks savagely, and she closes her eyes and continues to cry helplessly. Tears flow down her cheeks and temple like a waterfall.
Shocked by the view, I continue staring at him, burying his cock deep inside of her like she’s nothing but a piece of meat existing only for his own and only pleasure. He cups her hair and jerks her head back. Her lips part as his hand cups her throat and squeezes tightly.
My uncle leans forward until his lips brush my earlobe.
“Don’t you think she’s enjoying what’s being done to her? Don’t you want to get fucked just as hard as she is right now?” he whispers into my ear. I push away from him and wince at his words. Disgusting is the word to describe him. He doesn’t give me the chance to run away. He hugs my waist and pulls me into his body.
“Not yet. Watch until they both come.” He snarls.
Flavio keeps fucking the poor girl, and the air thickens with their moans and sweat. Sounds of pleasure fill the air as he finishes inside of her and growls in her ear. As soon as he slides himself out of her, she collapses into the floor. Her eyes meet mine, and all I see is a woman whose soul has left her body a while ago. Flavio cleans himself up with a towel and walks out of the cell without looking back at the girl. He locks the cell and my uncle pushes me forward as we walk toward the unknown.
Looking to my left, I see another cell with another woman in it. This one is blonde and she looks just as defeated as the one Flavio had just raped. Tingles roam all over my body and the insects begin creeping up my stomach this time. I bring my palms to my temple and shut my eyes as headache after headache consume my head.
I turn my attention to my uncle. His eyes are cold and are staring at me, practically looking through my soul.
“Why?” I cry out.
“Because I want you to see what eventually is gonna get done to you. Except for you, it won’t be one man who’s gonna train you. See, all those girls have a specific trainer assigned to them. You on the other hand? You’re special. We’ll have special cocks rip you open and fuck you hard. You’re gonna need stitches.” He smiles wickedly and grips my chin. “Once you’re completely destroyed, physically and mentally, I will end your life with my own hands.”
I gaze at him, forcing that cold part of me back that I always use when my soul starts giving up on me. I look into his eyes. Unblinking and unmoving.
“Why? What did I ever do to you?”
He breathes heavily, his breath is hot and minty against my skin. I don’t flinch or try to cover my face with my hands. My body is tingling and shaking, and I know that I’m due for another dose of whatever drugs they’ve been feeding my body.
His lips part to say something. But his rage is like lava making the words stuck in the back of his throat. He tightens the grip on my chin, and a gasp escapes my lips at the pain. His other hand turns into a fist making his knuckles white. I never understood why he hated me so much. I used to be his favorite and suddenly, I became an enemy. My heart thumps in my chest and tears start seeping down my cheeks without my permission.
Something flashes in his eyes, and he lets go of my chin. Looking away, he fixes his collar and straightens his posture.
“Give her another dose. She needs it.” He says sternly and walks away down the hallway.
Someone grabs my forearm and digs a needle into it. I let them. I don’t fight as I watch my uncle walk away and disappear into the darkness.
Then I hear his voice and smile stupidly as my eyes feel weak and sluggish.
“I missed you so much, baby.”
I smile and allow the stupor to take over. I don’t struggle to blink myself out of it.
This time, I allow it to bring me closer to him.
Maksim
I put my hood over my head and sit quietly with a cheap beer sitting in front of me. I watch as two of Roberto’s men walk into the bar and sit at the table right before me. The waitress comes to their table, and one of them smirks as his eyes travel up and down her length. She takes their order and walks to the bar to get them their drinks. I take a small sip of my beer and look through my eyelashes at the man whose back is facing me. He has a dragon tattoo at the back of his neck. He is bold and has muscles that can only be achieved through years and years of training. But none of it intimidates me.
“Last night, I almost killed a bitch.” The blond man says.
“What do you mean?”
The waitress places the drinks on top of their table and smiles sexily at both of them before walking away.
“This girl showed up at my door crying and claiming that she’s pregnant. I fucked her a couple of times before, so when I asked her to take that shit down or to never knock at my door again, she started calling me all kinds of names until I beat the shit out of her and threw her outside of my house.”
The other one whose back is facing me laughs loudly at his friend’s story. I feel my jaw tighten and wish I could get up and beat both of them up ruthlessly until I’m covered in their blood.
“Are you sure it’s yours?”
“Yeah, it’s mine. I took her virginity.” He says proudly.
I gulp the beer down my throat and motion for the waitress to bring me another one. Nobody knows that for the past few days, I left my normal life behind and made sure Mikhail brought a look-alike that apparently lives temporarily in my house and gets paid shit tons of money to be me for a little while. And only when I allowed another man to take my identity I realized that Leonardo has his men following me around like leeches everywhere I go. They follow my look-alike everywhere he goes.
The waitress places the beer in front of me and walks away. I bring my attention back to the idiots who are still talking about the poor pregnant woman.
“Well, if she doesn’t get rid of the baby, then I’ll get rid of it myself. She begged me to let her go yesterday so I did. But I was so ready to destroy that thing in her stomach; you have no idea, man.” The asshole explains and the other one nods his agreement.
I feel my nostrils flare, but I remain calm and collected. There’s no point of me losing my shit on things that don’t concern me. I keep my eyes pinned on the can of beer clutched hard between my fingers and continue to eavesdrop.
“So, the boss finally got his niece back.” The man with the tattoo says. My eyes widen and my heart picks up its speed. My hand begins shaking that the can of beer practically dances in it.
“Yeah. One hell of a beauty she is. I saw her when they first brought her in. Her eyes were closed, and she was sleeping. Even Sleeping Beauty has nothing on her.”
“I heard she and Pavlov developed a love story like no other.” Blond man giggles and fury flows through my veins like hot lava.
“Apparently, that’s w
hat happened. Who would have thought Pavlov could even fall in love? He’s always been a cold-hearted fucker with no fucking emotions.” Says the man with the tattoo.
“It has to be the girl’s pussy that made him lose it. I mean holly-shit is she one hell of a beauty. Not sure what the boss is planning on doing with her for deceiving him, though.”
The waitress comes back with a grin on her face. She picks up their empty scotch glasses and winks at the blond one. “Another one?” she asks.
His eyes grow two sizes bigger as he motions for her to lean in closer to him. He whispers something in her ear, and she closes her eyes as lusty laughter erupts from her mouth.
The blond man rises from his seat and places money on top of the table.
“I’ll be outside waiting for you.” He tells her hoarsely before turning his attention to his friend. “Wanna join and make it a threesome?”
The man with the tattoo shakes his head and rises from his seat. He gives the woman some money and tells his friend to enjoy his time right before walking out of the bar.
The blond man squeezes the woman’s ass right before walking out of the bar and waiting for her outside while smoking a cigarette.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply. My heart still thumping savagely in my chest, and sweat trickles down my spine. She’s alive. If Leonardo doesn’t know what to do with her, that means he still has her, and she’s alive. I swallow the lump in my throat and chug the beer audibly. I destroy the beer can with my own hand as soon as I finish chugging the liquid.
I gaze at the waitress as she walks quickly and storms out of the bar. Through the glass windows of the bar, I watch the blond man hug her waist and bring his mouth to hers. He kisses her possessively. His tongue swirls around inside of her mouth. She rolls her eyes with pure lust and ecstasy right before he pulls her toward him as they make their way to his car.
I place a stack of bills on top of the table to whoever waitress that’s replacing the one that just snuck out with the idiot. I lift my phone off my pocket and dial Aleksandr’s number. He picks up on the third ring.
“Hey.” His voice is drowsy.
“She’s alive. I need to find her before it’s too late.”
He growls and lets a sigh escape his lips.
“What time is it right now, man?”
“Four O’clock. I was in that same bar where Mikhail found Roberto a while ago. It seems like it’s one of Leonardo’s men's favorite bar in town. I waited for hours until two of them walked in. And they mentioned Elena! Aleksandr, any news about the tunnel? I have a feeling she’s in there.”
“Well... Speaking of that, I do have some news. We found Elena’s parents' address.”
Elena
Slamming the door shut behind me, I turn the music on until the screaming of my parents is barely audible. Their fighting has gotten worst in the past few months. Silly me for thinking it was just a phase.
I open my backpack and grab my agenda. I go through the list of homework for the fifth time, knowing damn well that I have already completed all of them.
Throwing my agenda on the other side of the bed, I climb up and lie down next to it. I close my eyes as the music keeps playing loudly in my bedroom. I try to focus on the lyrics of the music, but my mother’s drunken voice is booming.
When is it all going to end? My parents used to be so happy together. But as years went by, my mother started drinking her pain and sorrow away. Every single day she walks around the house with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. She barely even talks to me anymore. And tonight? My father is drunk too.
A loud bang sounds from their bedroom makes my eyes widen, and my heart thumps savagely like it’s about to burst out of my rib cage. I get off the bed and turn the music off. I suddenly hear the sound of the car and their screaming coming from outside.
I look through the window and see my father struggling to convince my drunk mother to get out of the car and not drive herself toward death.
I usually try to separate them. But not this time. I am tired of their constant yelling, and I know it will be the same thing again tomorrow. They will wake up and act like the perfect parents around me. They would be good parents if they stopped pretending like they didn’t hate each other every time I’m around.
I lean my forehead against the window and stare at my father as he gets in the passenger’s seat. My mother drives off, and with a sigh, I turn around and lie back on my bed. I order Alexa to turn the volume up and close my eyes as I allow the music to calm my senses.
“Open your eyes, puttana.”
I feel a meaty hand gripping my forearm and tugging me violently. I open my hooded eyes slowly and manage to steady myself with my other arm as I lean on my elbow. The cold, unforgiving ground digs into my buttocks and a shiver runs down my spine at the crawling insects that have now officially consumed my scalp.
My hand flies to my head, and I begin to rub harshly at the infected skin. I hear a deep-toned chuckle, the sound resonates off the walls in the complete darkness.
I know that laugh. I’ve heard it countless times before.
Blinking my eyes frantically, I pull myself into a sitting position. I lean my back against the hard, freezing wall as my survival instincts kick in. I remember where I am and what they’ve been doing to my body, and my brain for the past god only knows how many days. I shudder at the thought and keep blinking the blurriness away until I’m finally able to see his face.
My eyes widen, and a scream rises up my throat but it’s suffocated by the anxiety and fear that turned my knees to water and my jaw stiff the moment my eyes met his. Matteo, the man who witnessed Roberto raping me over and over in the past crouches in front of me. His jaw set, eyes glaring and the only explanation I manage to come up with in my head is that I’m done. There will be no more hope, no more escape and no more wishing Maksim could come sooner to save me from these monsters.
In my head, I’m screaming for help. But I know that my jaw isn’t moving. It’s frozen and tight with the amount of drugs they’ve been inserting into my body. He fists my hair and brings his face closer to mine that I mentally take a step back. He drags a fat, long finger along my jaw and breathes heavily into my face. He smells of alcohol, cigarettes and filth. His lips quirk up in a devilish smirk. Sticking his tongue out, he slides it down my cheek and groans when the tip of his tongue gets closer to the side of my lips. I wince and feel the tears burn at the back of my throat.
“I remember when he used to slide himself inside of you.” He whispers in the crook of my neck. “I remember how badly I wanted to be him and how I wasn’t allowed to touch you.”
He pulls my hair in a savage jerk until our eyes lock, and there’s no way for me to avert my gaze anymore.
“Guess what? You’re back, and he’s dead. Apparently, you killed him, I heard.” He pauses and searches my eyes for an answer. My facial expressions remain aloof and expressionless. Even if on the inside, I’m trembling and dying of fright, I don’t think Matteo can see it. He’s always been stupid. Hence why Roberto was always in control and he was just the dog that followed him everywhere.
“The way you’re looking at me right now is making me so fucking hard. Do you want to feel me?”
I shake my head as my eyes grow two sizes bigger.
“Please. Don’t!” my voice rumbles in my own head. It’s too bad the sound cannot reach him.
Grabbing my hand, he forces it between his legs. His cock is as hard as a rock, and I can feel it struggling and begging for release. I swallow thickly and blink my eyes twice, allowing the tears to seep down my temples and wet my face. The loud ringing in my ears mixed with the savage thumping of my swollen heart make it almost impossible to stay awake rather than falling into a stupor.
He releases my hand, and as I’m about to let a sigh of relief escape my lips, he rises up and begins to unzip his pants. I scream so hard but the sound comes out strangled and barely audible. I’m suddenly back to the same nightmare. I struggle to run
back to my safety net, but the drugs make it impossible for me to run away mentally from whatever is about to happen.
More tears come out. The temperature drops, and I don’t realize how hard I’ve been grinding my teeth until my stiff jaw causes me to feel even sharper pain than before. I want to pull myself off the ground and run as fast as I can, especially knowing that the cell is open wide. But my legs cannot support my heavyweight. Whatever drugs have been swimming through my veins turned my body into a hefty piece of metal.
“What the fuck are you doing?” A voice comes from the other side of the cell. I watch the dark, tall silhouette walk toward both Matteo and me.
Matteo zips his pants back up and grunts. I know he’s not impressed by the newcomer’s visit.
“Don’t you dare touch her. Boss said not yet, remember? The right time will come for that. What is wrong with you? Are you trying to get your balls kicked by the boss?”
I close my eyes as their voices sound further away. Something light lands on my lap. I flinch, but my eyes remain closed. And just before I fall into a dark, hollow trance, the newcomer’s voice sounds clear and loud in my ear.
“Eat. You have a lot to do once you wake up.”
Maksim
Parking the pickup truck right across from Elena’s parents’ house, I stare at the top windows and swallow the lump in my throat at the memory of my woman. She used to live here. She spent most of her childhood here until her parents died, and her uncle decided to take custody.
Clearing my throat, I pick up the glasses from my left pocket and put them on. I then fix my old, cheap tie in the mirror. I’m wearing a cheap suit and a blond wig that makes me look like a rock star rather than a real estate agent. But Aleksandr thought it was necessary to cover my identity well since we never know who may be behind those doors.
“Is the wig necessary?” I ask.
Aleksandr rolls his eyes and leaning over to the passenger’s seat where I’m sitting, opens the door wide.
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