53 Withdrawal

Ann Shumilskaya:

I hate this disgusting, vile, infuriating feeling… like I’ve been royally fucked over somewhere along the way!

Like a complete idiot, I believed Nazar, genuinely sympathized with his life drama and his kids, wanted to help however I could, and even walked out of his life so I wouldn’t ruin it with my dirt and presence. And that… jack-in-the-box bastard… was just playing with me and my feelings!

It pisses me off and hurts like hell! No wonder my intuition was screaming about his real nature from the very beginning. Guys like him, chronic fuckboys, are obvious right away. That aura of a restless macho who’s ready to conquer everything in his path walks ahead of him like a damn spotlight.

Anya, for fuck’s sake! You’re not sixteen anymore, and still stepping on the same rake?! Seriously?! You’re not that dumb, are you?!

Though, I have to give Nazar credit, he was insanely convincing. And those kids! If not for them, I wouldn’t have fallen for this circus at all!

Little bastard! Must be so convenient for him to have a twin brother with a whole pack of kids. Probably has a whole trainload of single moms like me already!

But why even bother going that far? He’s insanely handsome, ridiculously charming, rich. Did the girls who are ready to spread their legs just run out? Or did he decide to level up, go for a “special edition,” and start chasing single moms for fun? Though, honestly, a lot of those moms would gladly give themselves to a guy like him. Maybe even more eagerly than single girls. Most likely, my rejection just got under his skin real good.

"I hate you! Perverted asshole! Lustful pig! Horny fucking rooster!" I was screaming at the brunette while beating on his broad back, as he hauled me out of the taxi, threw me over his shoulder, held me tight, and dragged me toward some entrance.

"So you like animals, apparently," the asshole chuckled, landing a painful smack on my ass as he carried me into the elevator. "I like them too. Let’s get a dog! Or a cat… or both!"

Picked the wrong one, you moron! I twist and bite his shoulder hard, making him flinch in pain.

"Ah, bitch!" Nazar roared and unceremoniously dumped me off his shoulder. But I didn’t hit the floor, because the asshole yanked me back by the arm at the last second. I only managed to smack my forehead against the elevator wall before he pinned me there. Strong bastard!

"Let me go right now!" I hissed at the pissed-off man, who was practically growling in my face. "I’ll tear you apart so bad you’ll regret ever meeting me, you stitched-up condom!"

"Oh, what a vocabulary, Anya," Nazar smirked darkly, practically steaming with anger. "We’ll work on that mouth of yours too. Clean it up. Fill it with something much more… wholesome and tasty."

"Go to hell with your “nectar”! Make sure you’ll even have something left to pour it from later!"

Grabbing my jaw hard, Yartsev slammed my head back against the elevator wall and kissed me roughly. I didn’t let him deepen it, clenching my teeth tight, which only pissed him off more.

Twisting my arms painfully behind my back, Nazar shoved me forward where he wanted. I tried to break free, but it was useless and hurt like hell.

"The more you fight, the worse it’ll hurt," the bastard informed me. "Usually I don’t use pain holds on women, but you’re not in your right mind right now. Kicking, swearing, biting like a rabid animal…"

"I’m the one not in my right mind?!" I struggled even harder, despite the pain.

"Exactly my point," the man sighed and unlocked one of the apartments on the floor.

Judging by the surroundings and the elevator, this wasn’t some shitty Soviet-era block. One of those expensive new buildings. The smell of construction materials, cement, and all that crap hadn’t even faded yet.

He shoved me inside, turned on the lights, but I didn’t get a chance to look around his bachelor pad. Nazar started undressing me the second we crossed the threshold, yanking my clothes off in a rush.

What is he, some kind of maniac?!

"What the hell are you doing, you psycho?!" panic crept into my voice as I fought him off. Because it turns out I don’t know him at all, and who the hell knows what kind of cockroaches live in this guy’s head.

Maybe he chops girls up for organs and no one even knows! They come to him themselves, like moths to the flame of his looks! He doesn’t even have to hunt them!

God, I’m such an idiot! It’s all so obvious! I’m just another victim, a stupid lamb that wandered into a monster’s den! I’m dead! No one’s going to save me!

"Don’t touch me, you psycho!"

I fought harder, kicking and hitting. I’m not going down easy! If I die, I’ll make him pay for it!

Fear took over completely. Horrible thoughts racing through my head so fast I couldn’t even hear what he was saying. Panic and hysteria swallowed me whole, pushing any sense far out of reach. I thrashed, screamed, tears blurred my vision. I didn’t even understand what I was doing anymore. My body just reacted, trying to survive.

I snapped out of it only when I felt cold tiles against my back and an icy stream of water hitting my face. I don’t even know how we got there, but we were in the shower. I was in my underwear, Nazar fully dressed, standing with me under freezing water.

"Ann! Anya, snap out of it! I’m not going to kill you!" the man growled, so close to me. I saw his furious green eyes, filled with… concern, and water streaming down his face. "You’re having a panic attack and a hard crash from whatever shit you took! First comes euphoria and pink ponies on a flower meadow. Then aggression, panic, fear attacks. You’re freaking out right now, your brain is drawing horror scenes! You might even start hallucinating! Don’t trust what you feel… at least for the next few hours!"

"That’s… hard…" I rasped, grabbing onto his shirt.

I stared at Nazar in panic, breathing fast, trembling violently like a leaf in the wind. I was freezing under the water, terrified, my heart pounding like it was about to burst. I couldn’t handle it.

"Nazar?" I looked at him, scared and confused, regretting that I took that shit. "I think… I feel really bad…"

I felt nauseous, my body shaking, tingling needles spreading through my fingers, my vision slowly darkening.

So this is how I die. Like some fucked-up junkie.

The last thing I registered was myself sliding down the wall, Nazar catching me, swearing like hell and promising my ass a very memorable meeting with a belt.