by Stella Noir
But before I could close my hands around it, I felt myself being yanked backward by my hair, then thrown to the left. I tumbled headfirst into the bathtub, my shins hitting the hard edge and my head going underwater for a few seconds before I jumped up, gasping for air.
When I glanced down at the water I was startled to see it turning pink. My body shook violently as I looked down at my hands. Beads of blood burst out from the countless cuts and dripped down into the bathwater. I screamed at the knowledge that it was my own blood coloring the water and I had failed to kill myself. Then, as I felt a blow to the side of my head, I prayed. The last thought that oozed through the thickness of my addled brain was the hope that I would drown in that pink water. I prayed to God I would never wake up.
I was jolted awake by the impact of my body being thrown onto a bed. My body and hair were soaking wet, and I was glad to have a warm soft surface underneath me instead of the cold tile. But after that fleeting, far-off moment came to an end, I snapped back to reality when I remembered the bathroom and the broken mirror and my blood coloring the water in the bathtub. Then the words from the Russian man slowly filled my head.
We have all day, every day, for the rest of your life…
I heard the clinking of metal, then felt the weight of another body on the bed. I was rolled over onto my back and the Russian man straddled me at my waist. His enormous cock was still jutting out of the opening at the top of his pants, and he was still rock hard. The purple head appeared like it might explode at any second. I imagined that this was all part of the excitement for him. He probably couldn’t even get it up if there wasn’t some blood involved.
He picked up a large, curved piece of metal that opened on a hinge. It looked like a cuff, but it was larger than any I’d ever seen. He smiled as he slipped it behind the back of my neck, then snapped it shut with a click.
“This is to remind you that you belong to me, little girl. That you only go where I want you to go. No more ridiculous attempts at running away, yes?
“You think I don’t know all of your tricks? All of your little manipulations and games and lies? Do you know how many girls I’ve had here? Do you know how many have been in this position you’re in right now? On this very bed with this very same collar around their pretty little necks?
“I have decided that you are special, so I grant you the privilege of staying up here with me, but not until you’ve been taught your lesson. Not until you have been rendered safe. Not until I am assured that you will no longer be a threat to yourself, or to me,” he said with a grim smile and a flash of intensity in his eyes.
“After we’ve had fun playing with that little asshole of yours, you’ll go away for a month … maybe two. I know it will be hard to be separated for so long, but I also know it will make everything so much better. It will make our coming together again that much more meaningful. Don’t you think, little one?” he said as he ran the back of his fingers down the side of my face.
I shivered as his fingers caught on the metal cuff and tugged, pulling my shoulders a few inches off the mattress, then letting me drop back down. His fingers grazed my collarbone as they made their way down to my breasts. Then he gripped both of my nipples between the thumb and finger on each of his hands and pulled them up, causing my back to arch off the bed. I pushed myself up as high as I could with my feet, but he kept pulling until it felt like my nipples would rip right off. After I screamed out in pain for the third or fourth time, he finally let go and my body sank back down onto the bed.
He raised himself up off of me, then rolled me over onto my stomach. I had to hold my head at an angle so the metal cuff didn’t cut into my chin. I felt my body being dragged backward toward the bottom of the bed, and watched as bloody streaks appeared on the bedspread where my hands had dragged across the surface. I was lifted up at the hips, and when I was set back down I had something underneath me so my ass was raised high up in the air.
I felt my legs being pulled apart and to the side one at a time, then tied to the corners of the foot of the bed. I felt a sharp sting as the cuts on my knees came into contact with the bed. My arms were next. They were pulled tight to the side and up, so that they were secured to each side of the head of the bed. I felt a hand on each of my ass cheeks, then his thick, hot breath, and finally the wetness of his tongue. I gasped and flinched as I felt his tongue prod its way into my asshole. Then he spread my cheeks so far apart it felt like I might split in half.
“Don’t try to fool me into thinking this is a virgin hole, little girl. No man could resist this little pink perfection.”
I felt my lips open up as he prodded me with his rough, callosed fingers. He pulled back my folds and stretched the skin, inspecting every crevice in between my legs. I felt him enter both of my holes repeatedly with his fingers as if he were testing for resistance.
“You are so very tight. It is not an exaggeration when I call you ‘little girl.’ This first taste of you will be exquisite. And waiting for you to come back to me will be quite torturous. But just imagine how wonderful it will be when there is absolutely nothing between my cock and the delicate skin inside your mouth.”
He moved up so that he was on top of me, and I felt the head of his cock moving up and down the exposed space between my legs. He circled my asshole, then moved the head down, pressing it into the space between my pussy lips before moving back up and pressing himself into me.
“Oh, you are such a temptation. That tight little hole of yours is calling out to my cock, but I want to see the look on your face when my fist is deep inside you first.”
He put all of his weight on his hands as they rested on either side of my body while he continued to rub his cock up and down my slit, his breath growing heavier and more intense with each stroke. I braced myself and gritted my teeth, waiting for him to force himself into me without any lube.
I imagined that he didn’t care if I was even remotely comfortable. Especially since he was planning to have all of my teeth yanked out of my mouth to accommodate his own pleasure.
Tears rolled down to one side of my face as I lay helpless and immobile. I felt something enter me, but it didn’t feel like it could be that enormous purple head. I realized it was one of his fingers, but quickly with each thrust he added another and another until I could feel my asshole straining.
A shaky cry came from my throat as he continued to try to fit his thumb inside me. And inch by excruciating and she was getting it in there. He was forcing his entire hand inside of me. I pulled at the ties that bound my arms and legs, struggling to wriggle away from the pain, but it was no use. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get away. I was trapped here with this psychopath who was getting off on watching me experience this excruciating pain.
After a few seconds I realized another sound had invaded the room. Instead of just his heavy, rapid breath in my ear in addition to my screams of agony that filled the room, there was also a high-pitched noise. It sounded like a phone ringing, but in my terror I had no frame of reference for anything.
He said something in Russian that sounded like a curse, then pulled his hand out of me. He got up off the bed and started speaking to someone. At first he sounded irritated, then angry, but his voice soon started to take on a disturbingly calm tone. Then he laughed.
“It looks like we have some visitors, little girl. You will stay here and wait for me, yes? I think you will enjoy visiting with them as much as I will.”
I felt a cold breeze against my pussy lips as he slammed the door behind him and I was left alone in the room to wait.
ADRIAN
“Everybody ready,” I said to the men behind me as the elevator came to a stop. But when the doors slid open there was no sign of anyone. No shots, no alarms, no men defending this mobster’s estate. I didn’t like the looks of it. I felt like we were headed into a trap.
I motioned to Lucas to take the left side of the hallway while I checked to the right. I gave him a nod, and we both whipped around the doorwa
y, leading with our guns as we scanned opposite ends of a long hallway.
“The side is clear,” Lucas said.
We both stepped out of the elevator and were immediately followed by the rest of the men on our team.
“I was expecting a little more fanfare than this,” Lucas said with a furrowed brow.
“Yeah, it’s a little bit unnerving. We have to assume he knows we’re here. He has to have cameras and alarms coming up from those caverns.”
“Unless having the code gives us full access.”
“It’s possible, but not likely. We all need to be on our highest guard. I suggest we split up into groups. You two, and you two, then the last group will be the three of us,” I said, gesturing to the fifth man, Lucas, and myself.
“I have no problem going alone. I’ll move faster if I’m not worried about a partner, or two.”
“Are you sure about that, Lucas? This guy is …”
“I’m sure. We’re wasting time talking about this, Adrian.”
“Okay, let’s go. Each hallway we come to, two men branch off. Check every room as quickly and thoroughly as possible. I gave Grady a half hour before coming after us, so we meet back down in the caverns then. Keep your phones on silent, but text Lucas and me when you’re on your way back down there.”
Two of the men and Lucas turned and headed in one direction, while the rest of us took the opposite end of the hallway. Two men branched off down a side hallway as I made my way farther down the hall with my partner.
I took one side of the hallway, listening for any sign of life behind the closed doors before opening them. There were at least six doors on my side of the hallway and five for my partner to check out, and there was no one in any of them.
It was mind-boggling to think that all of these rooms were empty. But each room I came to and each door that I opened showed no sign of life except for the furniture. The rooms were all crammed full of furniture that lined every single wall. Some rooms had multiple television sets and multiple couches, and they all had multiple dressers and tables and cabinets. It was almost as if each room was occupied by an entire family and all of their belongings, but no people.
Most of the furniture and television sets and stereos were newer, but the furniture seemed old but not worn, as if it had never been used. Either this guy had a bunch of people living with him, or he filled his enormous, empty house up with furniture to make it feel like he did.
There was one last room on my side of the hallway before another one up ahead. I looked up and down to see if I could find my partner, but there was no one in the hall, and no doors were open on the side he was searching. I figured he must have gone up ahead and was examining a room around the corner, so I continued on.
I stepped into the room and noticed immediately how different it was. It was still filled with an excessive amount of furniture, but the style was more extravagant and garish. There were gold sconces and fixtures everywhere, as well as paintings in incredibly ornate gold leaf frames. In fact, the walls were almost completely covered in small lamps and portraits. Maybe the guy did have a huge family after all.
The room looked like a meeting room of some kind, with multiple doors, one on each wall of the room. I walked straight across the room and slowly opened the door in front of me and looked out onto another hallway. I didn’t see anyone outside the door, and wondered where the other men in my group were. It didn’t seem like there could be many other halls to search.
I quietly closed the door to the other hallway, and just as I was about to turn around I heard the metallic click of a bullet entering the chamber of a handgun.
“I’m very pleased to have you in my home, Mr. Bellini.”
I froze with my hand on the doorknob and I waited. I had been expecting a bullet in the back of my head since I stepped off the elevator.
“I’m assuming it is not me you’ve come to visit, but I’m afraid this is as far as you will be allowed into my home.”
The slight Russian accent on the smooth, lilting voice that came from just over my shoulder sent shivers down my spine. The fact that he knew who I was didn’t help.
“I’m not surprised that you are here, young Mr. Bellini. I have been expecting you, although I have to admit I did not expect your visit quite so soon.”
“Where’s Brooklyn?”
“The little girl? She is no concern of yours anymore. She belongs to me now. You are aware of the arrangement I had with the late Fredrick Bellini. You are aware that she belongs to me, that she has been my property for over a year. You stole from me, Mr. Bellini. You have entered my home, killed my men, and you think you will leave with my most prized possession? How is it that you thought you would be able to get away without me lifting a finger?”
His words spun around in my head for a moment while I tried to decide how to approach this madman. He knew my father was dead and he knew the men in the cavern had been killed. He had some kind of surveillance on us, but I didn’t know where or how. I didn’t know if he was aware of all of the men who were searching his house, or if he knew that many of them were still down in the caverns.
I turned around and faced him so that the gun he held to my head was now inches from my face.
“She’s not your possession. She doesn’t belong to you or to anyone.”
“The little girl is mine. I waited for her for many years,” he said, his eyes narrowing before a smile curled up in one corner of his mouth. “But now that you are here my waiting is over. Perhaps we can all have fun together, yes?”
“You’re not going to have fun with anyone, Syrnyk. I’m leaving here with my wife,” I said as I cocked the pistol aimed directly at his forehead.
“You would be advised to drop the gun right now. You do not have the advantage you think you do. What do you think will happen to your precious little girl if I am killed? As I said, I have waited for this for years. There are more plans in place than you realize.”
Years? I thought, dropping my gun onto the floor. How could he have been waiting for her for years? Had he had this arrangement with my father for longer than I realized? I still didn’t understand the connection between them, how they knew each other, and what their relationship was. None of this was sitting right with me.
The Russian kicked my gun across the room and laughed. “So it appears that you do know about me, then? You know my name, at least. What else do you know?”
“I’m aware that you work with the Odessa Mafia, but …”
“But here I am in Russia, working with men who are clearly from this country. How can that be, you ask?” he said, flourishing his hands in the air and widening his eyes as if he were speaking of some mystical event.
“How can one man, Mihai Syrnyk, work for two such organizations? You’d be surprised what men will do, what atrocities they will forgive, when there is great skill involved. As well as a continuous supply of something that is in demand. There are not many men who are capable of doing what I do. What we do, young Mr. Bellini,” he said, gesturing toward me.
“What we do? I don’t believe we have anything in common.”
“Your first mistake was assuming you could get into my house without me being aware of you. Your second mistake is thinking that I know nothing about you. That I have not done my research on you and Fredrick Bellini. You see, I have been following you. And not just on that little boat of yours as you sailed around the South Pacific. I’ve been following you for a very long time. And I have been waiting.”
“Waiting for what? What is it that you want from me? What do you want for Brooklyn?”
“For the little girl? Do you mean to ask me what I would take so that you can leave with her? That’s a very silly question. You should know the answer to that by now. She is never leaving my house. And now that you are here you are welcome to stay as well. I have plenty of room for both of you, as well as your brother.”
I heard the faint sound of a phone vibrating and watched as the Russian took his eyes off
of me for a fraction of a second. Then I took my only opportunity. I ducked out of sight of his gun and lunged foreword, knocking him off of his feet. His gun fired into the air, then flew out of his hand and skidded fifteen feet away across the floor.
Before I could turn to get to my gun, he grabbed my leg and lunged on top of me, throwing a barrage of punches at my face. I blocked some of them and finally managed to roll him over twice, so that I was on top of him and within a few feet of his gun. I held him down with both hands wrapped tightly around his neck, but lost my grip as his knee came up and knocked me to the side.
I rolled onto my back with his 250-pound frame coming down on top of me. But before he could get me pinned down, I grabbed the gun and brought the butt across his temple. It didn’t knock him out, but he lost his balance and he fell back down to the ground and rolled onto his back. I jumped on top of him, this time with my gun aimed right at his face. I cocked the pistol, but before I could pull the trigger the door behind me flew open.
BROOKLYN
I had no idea how much time had passed with me lying with my stomach on a pile of pillows and my legs spread wide. It felt like I had been tied to that bed for hours, but it had probably only been minutes since the Russian man had left the room.
As I lay there helplessly, waiting for whatever fate was about to befall me, I played the moment when I smashed the mirror and attempted to cut myself over and over again in my head. If I’d only been faster, I thought as tears filled my eyes. In my mind I thought of every single step that I took where I could have cut precious seconds off. I could have jumped from where I stood and gotten to the mirror a fraction of a second faster. And if I had, I wouldn’t be trapped in this humiliating position right now, waiting to be used against my will. I would have sunk one of the shards of glass into my neck and I would be free of all this.
I heard a whisper of sound as the door to the room opened and closed. Then I heard the faint shuffle of footsteps crossing the carpet. I didn’t think it sounded like the Russian man though. His presence was much louder, even when he wasn’t speaking. But I braced myself for what was coming next anyway.