by Bonny Capps
SNUFFED (Snuff Series Book 2 – Part 1)
Copyright Bonny Capps 2016
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Table of Contents
Warning
Acknowledgements
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
About the Author
WARNING
This book is not just dark—it’s horrific, depraved and disturbing. If you do not enjoy books containing blood, guts, taboo and more, this book is not for you.
Acknowledgements
I want to first thank my wonderful husband and children for putting up with my relentless addiction of writing.
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I couldn’t do anything without my lovely PA, Ebony McMillan. Thank you for everything that you do for me!
To my good friend and literary twin Tara Dawn, thank you so much for editing this baby!
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This time, when the vehicle pulls up to the Vavilov dacha, it’s different—I know my fate. As I clutch Eva against my chest, I wonder how long I’ll be able to hold onto her before she’s taken away, too.
Dimitri sits across from me in the limo, his fingers curled around his knees and his knuckles turning white. His eyes hold a promise. They hold no hope. They assure malevolence.
I’m to suffer for my departure.
I’m to suffer for being with Vadim.
Time has no relevance here. Time ticks away, and it will never return.
Dimitri’s eyes have not left mine, and my gaze matches his dare. I got a taste of freedom. I haven’t tasted it in so long.
He has me now.
Now … but I’ve survived for this long. I’ve made it this far, and I do not intend on giving up.
I walk in stride, putting one foot after the other with my head held high. Eva doesn’t make a sound as she clutches my collar in her tiny hand.
Upon approaching the double doors to the dacha, they open up; seemingly by themselves. Dimitri’s staff and men await us as I climb the steps to the hell that I’ve come to know so well.
The nanny, that had cared for Eva, extends her arms. I look down at my baby, kissing her forehead gently and allowing the tender kiss to last because I don’t know when I will see her again.
“Stay alive for me, sweet girl, and I promise I will do the same,” I whisper against her cheek before she’s taken from my arms.
My hands fall to my sides when the nanny turns with my little girl, the others following in suit.
Dimitri appears beside me, his shoulder touching mine. “You have diminished any chance of freedom, Sofia. You’ve betrayed me, and I’m afraid there is no coming back from that. You thought that your life was hell before … your hell has just begun.”
I clench my jaw when I feel his gaze fall upon me. The embers that are his eyes burn holes into my very flesh.
“I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl. Whether or not you’re in my presence, you are not to walk amongst me or within the walls of this dacha on your feet unless I say otherwise. You are filth. You betrayed me. And if I wasn’t a better man than my father, I would strangle every ounce of life from you.”
I duck to the side allowing Konstantin’s glove to breeze past my cheek, nearly skimming the flesh.
Pounding my gloves together, I nod at him. “Is that all you’ve got?” I say through my mouth piece.
He shakes his head, a smirk overcoming his usually serious face. “Not at all. Your bobbing skills are good, but my jabs and swings are better my friend!”
I laugh and Konstantin catches me off guard when he hooks my side, knocking the breath out of me momentarily before he check hooks me, sending me to my side.
I lift myself up and shake my head as I spit out my mouth piece. “If only one day I could master your footwork, I’d be happy.”
“Practice,” he says, biting the Velcro of his glove before pulling it off and moving to remove the other one.
I do the same as I watch him. “Yeah.”
I hear my phone ring and nod for the servant to retrieve it for me. I frown when I recognize Vadim’s number.
“Yes,” I murmur into the phone, looking over my shoulder to see Konstantin taking a drink of water.
“She’s gone,” Vadim says, and I take note of his trembling voice.
“Gone?” I sneer as my fingers clutch the phone tightly, threatening to break it.
I listen to him sigh on the other end. “It was Dimitri. I know it was him. She’s isn’t going to survive him this time, Alexei. Neither is Eva. We need eyes and it can’t be me. We need someone that we can trust. Someone that you can get under the radar without raising eyebrows.”
Turning slightly, my eyes travel to Konstantin. He stares at me emotionlessly as I clutch the phone. Konstantin is not part of the bratva, but a friend. He’s also a heavyweight boxing champion. Konstantin crawled from the slums to be where he is today. Surely asking him to do this for my family would be asking too much. At this point, I’ve got nothing to lose.
“Disappear, Vadim,” I murmur before ending the call.
My hand falls to my side as Konstantin walks towards me and stops feet away. “I need your help.”
He smirks before taking another gulp of water. Tossing the empty bottle over his shoulder, he responds, “I thought you’d never ask.”
I watch from behind the cameras as the bright flash fills the room repeatedly.
Alina lies on her side on the white chaise lounge, propped up on her elbow as her other arm falls over her hip seductively. She doesn’t bat an eye as the photographer goes on about her beauty. Alina knows she’s beautiful, which is part of the reason I despise her.
She is magnificent to look at, but I can’t get past her arrogance. Where her exterior is a masterpiece, her interio
r is pitch black. Just like her brother.
Konstantin stands beside me as the photographer wraps up the session. Alina’s cat eyes travel to us as she stands, unapologetically swaying her hips from side to side as she approaches us. She’s wearing a bra and panties along with a garter. An assistant attempts to cover her, but she tells them to fuck off with a look alone as she continues on her way.
“Husband,” she purrs as she approaches us, wrapping an arm around my waist just as her eyes lock onto Konstantin. “How have I never met you?”
“Wife,” I quip, grabbing her jaw and pulling her face towards mine. “We need to talk.”
“I’m busy,” she says, lazily, as her arm drops to her side.
I force a smile. “Get dressed, Alina.”
She tries to shake my hand from her jaw, but my grasp tightens.
“Get dressed. Now.”
Alina narrows her eyes at me before smirking. “Yes, sir,” she responds before turning and slinking away. “I’ll be a moment,” she says without turning to face us.
I look towards Konstantin. His lips curl into a slight smile as he watches her depart. “Your wife is …”
“A cunt.” I finish for him, causing his smile to broaden.
“I was going to say intriguing.”
I laugh. “No my friend. Cunt is the appropriate word. Believe me.”
“What exactly do you expect me to do? Betray my brother?” Alina says nonchalantly before puffing on her cigarette. “Dimitri isn’t a stupid man. He’s very smart. He can read people. He can smell a rat from a distance,” she remarks as the smoke drifts from her lips.
“Besides,” she murmurs, flicking an ash into the tray. “Why would he ever bring Konstantin in? He only trusts friends and family … anyone else is … irrelevant.”
“You’re my wife,” I retort. “And I know your secret. Your loyalty belongs to me—not him.”
She scoffs as she regards me, and I watch as her hand that holds the cigarette begins to tremble slightly. She takes one last drag before snuffing it out. “Secret? I’m fairly adamant that you know nothing about me.”
Gripping the table, I lean forward and lock eyes with her. “Oh, but I do. I know more than you think. Test me. I dare you. I’ll ruin you.”
She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “How am I to get him in?”
I smile smugly as I lean back in my chair. “He’s a friend of yours. He’s trustworthy, and he needs work.”
“Dimitri will kill me,” she breathes out, diverting her eyes.
“And so will I,” I respond. “If you do not do this, you will die. If my sister dies, you will as well. If she lives, I will ensure that you do too. Simple as that.”
Alina’s eyes snap to mine. “Alright. I’ll do it.”
“I thought I told you to disappear.” I snap once I enter my father’s office and see Vadim standing there.
My father stands up from behind his desk before placing his palms on the wooden surface. “Vadim is not going anywhere, Alexei. We will all work together to get your sister back—just like before.”
I scoff, “Like before? Dimitri got to her when Vadim was to be watching her. How do we know if we can trust him?”
Vadim squares his shoulders as he takes a step toward me. “Fuck you,” he sneers. “I would never willingly hand her back to that monster.” He pauses as he looks over my shoulder. “If you’re worried about who you should trust, reconsider the shlyukha behind you.”
Vadim removes his attention from Alina and narrows his eyes at Konstantin. “Who the fuck is this?”
“He’s a good friend of mine,” Alina quips, stepping from behind me. “I’m going to ensure that Dimitri lets him in.”
Vadim’s chest vibrates from the laughter. “Alina, how do you ever expect to get him to fall for that? Dimitri trusts no one, especially after the raid. He’ll be watching the Vavilovs very closely, and if you do not think that he’s already planning on waging a war on this family, you are mistaken.”
“Dimitri loves a bloody sport. Konstantin is a heavyweight boxing champion. Dimitri will not be able to turn it down—having someone as well-known as Konstantin Pavlov working for him,” she retorts.
Vadim shakes his head. “I truly hope that you know what you’re doing.” He pauses, locking eyes onto Konstantin. “What’s in this for you? They say that you’re a heavyweight champion, why on earth would you be willing to risk throwing it all away for someone that you’ve never met?”
Everyone in the room looks toward Konstantin where he’s casually leaning against the wall. He seems thoughtful for a moment as he looks towards the floor. Then, he turns his eyes to each of us as he shrugs. “I’ve always wanted to save the girl.”
“How did it feel?” I whisper against her marred back. She flinches when my hot breath spreads over her raw flesh. “When you fucked him … how did he feel inside? Tell me, did he feel like me?”
I sit up, straddling her, and running my hands along her sides. Sighing, I squeeze her hips and her breath hitches as I observe her back. The bright red lines crisscross from her shoulder blades to her buttocks, and blood trails from several of the wounds and down her ribs before soaking the sheet beneath her.
“You’re no longer only mine, Sofia. You’ve given yourself to another, and I can’t look past that. I can’t get the vision of my own cousin fucking you out of my head.” I grit out as I point to my temple, first forcibly, and then I gently tap it as the tears rise to my eyes.
I watch her back shake as she sobs quietly, but I want to see her pain. She hides it so well. I sit up on my knees and grasp her sides, flipping her onto her back and watching the pain spread across her face when her wounds meet the fabric of the sheets.
Leaning over her, I grasp her face in my hands, but her eyes are closed. “Open your eyes. Look at me. Look at your husband!”
She peers up at me through her tear soaked eyelashes just as she allows another sob to bubble from her chest.
I lick my lips and stare into those fucking sad, brown eyes that I fell in love with … those eyes that I hate to love. “Did you ever love me?”
She blinks, allowing the tears to slide down her cheeks. Her eyes never leave mine. She’s one of the few people in this world who will look me straight in the eye, and it infuriates me.
“I did,” she manages to force past her trembling lips.
I sit up abruptly, placing my hands on my knees as I look down at her. “You do not … anymore?” I whisper.
She shakes her head slowly as she narrows her eyes at me. “I do not. Not anymore.”
My teeth threaten to break between my jaws as I look down at her. Those familiar feelings—anger, pain, resentment—they swarm my loud mind. My focus steadily becomes lost to the chaos that she plagues me with every fucking time she looks into my eyes.
I grasp her wrists and pull them above her head, my face lingering inches from hers. “Did you miss me? Did you miss your husband?”
She wiggles beneath me, her eyes remaining locked on mine when she whispers, “I didn’t. I made my mind believe that you were dead. I made myself believe that you were rotting in the ground … never to be seen again. I thought about the maggots eating away your flesh. I thought about you rotting away six feet under, and it made me smile. I couldn’t stop smiling… in fact.” Her voice trails off as her head flops to the side and she looks to the wall.
My rage is past the point of being caged in.
“In fact … I pretended that you never existed. I ruled you out of my life. Because I despise you, Dimitri. I don’t just not just not love you, I hate you. I hate you with everything in me.”
I squeeze her wrists as tightly as possible without breaking the tiny bones, and I watch the tears rise in her eyes as a result … but she doesn’t make a peep, not one single sound. Her body barely responds to the pain that I inflict on it. She thinks she’s stronger. She thinks that I can’t break her into a million tiny pieces. She thinks that I’m the weak one, and that I’ll
cower at her words. I will not. I will not allow her to weave her toxic web in my mind. I will consume her. I will decimate her existence … every bit of it—destroyed. She cannot bewitch me with her trickery. I will not allow it.
She’ll submit, or she’ll die trying to avoid it.
“You’re quite the saint, Sofia.” I pause, trying to keep my teeth from grinding as I continue. “Where was the determination before, eh? Where was it?”
She narrows those beautiful eyes at me. Once so sad, they’re fierce now. Their look alone speaks volumes as she leans up towards me, her chest touching mine.
“Your mind is your worst enemy, Dimitri. You don’t know anything about love.” She falls onto her back and winces. “To be honest, I envy you.”
I scoff as I look down at her. Her words are nonsense. She’s being stupid … she’s being—
“I wish that I had never known love,” she whispers, and my heart palpitates in my chest.
“You love our child, yet you do not love the man who gave her to you?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Your own father killed your mother, Dimitri. You have these demons that you’ve locked away, and I guess that makes it okay for you to do the things that you do in your mind, but really—you’re no better than him. I am supposed to be your wife, but you won’t stop hurting me. You expect me to love and cherish you … to worship you, yet you never give me a chance to. You just keep taking more and more from me.”
“So you love Vadim now? Is that it?” I sneer.
She shakes her head slowly. “I love no man. Vadim brought me here. He is no better than you.”
“You fucked him.” I grit out, narrowing my eyes at her.
“I can’t win this, so I won’t even try,” she murmurs, her head rolling to the side, but I grab her chin and yank her face forward.
“You cannot dismiss me. You cannot ignore the problem, Sofia. You are going to pay. Vadim is going to pay—but that will come with time. For now, it’s me and you, and I intend on making you submit. I intend on making you mine again. Until that happens, you will not see Eva. Once I’m satisfied, then and only then will you see our daughter. Do you understand?”