Her Deceiver

In her black dress covering her knees, she laid back on the bed with her hands thrown on either side. Her brows caressed with each other as her hand gripped her forehead in pain. Ever so slowly she tried to open her eyes fighting against the pain. Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. 

She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious . Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no more wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brought her into this room. The room felt strange. As if it is moving or maybe her mind and body isn't feeling the gravity because of the drug effect. And as soon as she realized that she is in his captive, a sudden desperation grew in her to escape from there. Stumbling to the door she tried to open but it didn't. Later after studying the door she realized that it is a sliding door and she pushed it to the side and came out of the room. Thankfully it isn't locked. She tried to walk straight but yet staggered out and immediately took the support of the line-wise chairs while she was falling and her eyes grew widen immediately. 

It's not her brain that is floating or not. It is the place she is in. She is in a freaking plane. And she can guess it is already flying in the air. She can see through the window. Her heart clogged up and tension dripped in her system. Breathing felt difficult as she tried to take in a few gulps of air. How is she supposed to escape? Her breath became short as more tears ran through her eyes. A small sob left her mouth. Though it is a plane it looked a little more complicated than the usual one. 

But if not escape she can at least hide. That little hope gave her the strength as she moved front still not in the position to walk properly, and eventually her heels clicked as she staggered making enough sound to gain the attention. Trying to stabilize herself she looked ahead and felt dread when she saw a face peeking through the seat as he sat down. Her legs shook in fear while looking at him. He has those cold eyes with zero expressions on his face. Her face paled up looking at him. Her husband Andrey. No. He is not Andrey. He is D'Arcy. 

He slowly got up from the seat as he was making his way to her still with his eyes dead fixed on her. Her legs took her back on seeing him approaching her and he stood still seeing her moving away from her. It felt like a cold war between a tiger and deer both waiting for each other to see who takes the first step. But when she staggered on her feet and clutched the seat for her support he was already there holding her in his arms.He took her hand into his and tried to pull her when she showed her resistance. He had no choice but to pull her by using force and she fell in his embrace with her hand between their bodies. She tried to make a distance when he wound his arm around her and made it impossible. She didn't give up and tried to part away from him more and more but he didn't let her. 

"Leave me". She let out a small crying voice as she tried to push him away but he tightened his arm around her.  

"Leave me..... Please.... I beg you leave me. I-I want to go back". 

She cried as he continued to admire her futile struggles. His finger wiped away the tears and trailed her outline of her face, finding her more beautiful while she was crying. He didn't know that she would be beautiful even when she cried.

 She was still struggling when his lips crashed on hers strongly and her punches on him grew. She made mewled sounds in protest and kept on punching him as he devourrd her. Eventually, he got the chance to enter her mouth and he sucked her tongue. Her struggles died down as she  gave up punching him. But her body was jerking with sobs and hiccups. His hands ran over her body and he slowly parted away from her, still holding her in his arms. She looked up at him with her pleading eyes and asked him. 

"Please.... leave me..... I want to go back". He shook his head with zero expressions on his face.  

"I already said that I will never let you go lyubov'". (Love). 

Still trapped in his arms she looked up at him with her beady eyes. 

"P-please". She begged and the next thing his hand reached into his pocket and she followed his hand. Her eyes gaped at him when he took out a familiar cloth from his pocket and her struggles grew more wild. She began to trash in his hold with her hands on his shoulders and pulling away herself from him but his hand on her waist is restricting her to move back. 

"N-no. No. Please. Please don't". She doesn't want to get unconscious again. What if she loses the chance to escape again? And she cannot trust him anymore. She struggled more and more but he shoved the cloth in her face to the nose and she stopped her breathing. 

"It's okay malysh-ka (babygirl). Just breathe. Just breathe. It's gonna be fine". He cooed at her and she felt disgusted at how sweetly he is confronting her. More tears ran down from her eyes and suddenly she had to take a large gulp of breath. She tried to struggle and not lose consciousness but at last, she fell limp in his hold. He carried her in his arms and whispered. 

"Ty nikuda ne idesh', no ty doma, detka. I ty dolzhen zabyt' svoy staryy dom".

(You are going no where but you're home baby. And you have to forget your old home. ).