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I don't have time to reply. I feel the sting on my arm, again, almost instantly I begin to border on unconsciousness and finally I go into a deep darkness. The last thing I saw was his evil look and the hint of victory on his cyanide lips....I wake up abruptly, jumping immediately, because a bucket of icy water has been suddenly thrown at me. The cause is that damned Russian who won't stop shouting at the top of his lungs. I barely manage to find myself in a bathroom, not just any, this place is luxury everywhere. There is no longer a trace of that old room he was in. I'm naked, it's humiliating to be like this, exposed to the unfortunate... Aleksander? I think that's his name.I don't know if it's been a long time since the shadows of a forced dream caught me. The only thing I know about is damn torture on the part of my captor.“Enough! Why are you doing this to me?! “I blurt out trembling, I'm afraid I'll get hypothermia, although at this point nothing could be worse than it already is.“Don't ask, you have no right, get into the bathtub. “She demands with a strong voice.“C”can I take a shower alone, please...Deny, I was afraid.For the next few minutes I must endure the journey of his hands moving all over my body. Not only does he rub a sponge on my skin, but he shamelessly gropes me. He takes advantage of the situation, and for fear of receiving blows I resign myself to it. I feel a burning tightness in my chest, it makes me breathless, I have never felt so dirty than now."If you follow my rules, your stay here won't be so painful," he says. The statement does not soothe my soul.I will suffer, there is no doubt, it will hurt me anyway, in fact it already has.The tears mix with the cold water, my teeth begin to chatter, my body to shiver due to the low temperature. Deep breath. After a while he washed my hair too."Stand up," he orders, helping me when he notices that it's difficult for me to move. I'll take you to the room, you're going to stay in bed, okay?He gives me a towel, I wrap myself in it as best I can. After opening the door, I find myself in a room that is not usually the place for a kidnapping. Everything is bright, modern and elegant. It is a bedroom that exudes pride in each element. It is not possible to be there, disbelief occupies half of my head that still cannot believe the atmosphere that is breathed."Look at me, I don't know how I could walk, I'm thirsty, hungry... You see I can't even take a step," I whisper weakly.“I'll give you food, just move forward. “She insists.The walls combine pastel tones that for an instant give me warmth, which is taken away from me when I place my feet on the grotesque reality. Although it seems perfect, it is not, the purpose of the luxurious room is hostile, a malevolent objective that points out to me. There is a huge black plasma television, a divan at the foot of the bed, white like the set of sofas near a window, satin curtains covering the glass. And finally he laid his eyes on the huge bed, accompanied by nightstands with lamps on each one.I abandon the scrutiny, the evil being at my side has left me at the edge of the bed. I have a feeling that many things will happen on that quilt that will mark me, getting used to the idea from now on will not make the pain less devastating, but it will not take me by surprise. I know very well that I will end up ruined, maybe dead.I don't know, how could I know? All this stinks, hell burns, now that I experience it firsthand, I wish for salvation. The police are probably already looking for me, maybe mom or dad think I'm dead. It's crazy not to get the exit, nothing comes to mind. My instincts were chained together with the vigor contained in my being, he absorbed it, that unfortunate Italian, now another seeks to inhale my last breath.And... I want to succumb.Clack, clack, clack...That sound detonates me inside, it's thunderous to my sensitive hearing. I'm dying of cold, hug me as much as I can, even causing heat is not enough. Aleksander throws me a white nightgown, nothing more. I will not demand underwear, it is obvious that he will not give it to me. Still under his deep gaze, I get into the fabric, managing to warm up my numb muscles.I dry my hair a little, but I'm losing the thread, the meaning, I faint in a snap.I wake up with the sting on my face. I touch my cheek, something remains there on the wound, it's a bandage, I gasp, turning my head to the side. All the oxygen drains from my lungs when I run into him. He approaches with a glass of water that I want so much to be able to drink, I'm dying to do it."Open your mouth, I don't have all day for you," he growls, I comply, the first drop that wets my lips gives me breath and the first sip brings me back to life. The doctor checked you, you're not bad. You're going to recover, it's just a matter of days. Here, it's borsh.I look at the soup in surprise, along with a piece of bread. Its color is an intense red, I have no idea what it will contain, I decide to eat it. It's food anyway."See you soon, I have other things to do," he explains, leaving without turning to look at me again.I don't answer, whatever it is because it tastes too good, perhaps it's my voracious appetite that makes the peculiar liquid irresistible. I sigh as I reach my fifth spoonful, deciding to try the bread and alternating it with the soup. A couple of minutes later you finished swallowing. I feel better. My hopeless state has disappeared.Then I find myself looking from one side to the other at the enormous space in which I am. What could I do in these huge four walls? I wish the course would stop, I wish I could escape. My eyes focus on the doorknob, turning it will be in vain, however with the illusory hope that it can give me freedom, I advance until it turns, but it is locked.Damn, I'm locked up, which shouldn't surprise me, it still hurts, makes me helpless and makes me angry at the same time, I grit my teeth.I go back to bed and settle against the pillows. In unease the questions often return. Issues gather in my head, mixed thoughts that don't help me, they only weave hypotheses, false alarms. I seriously try to make sense of my kidnapping, but I can't find any connection between the Russian mafia and my family. Uncertainty rocks me, it's a swing that goes back and forth, I don't know anything about these guys. But... what information do they know about us?I cannot take it wisely, I must clarify the causes, something that points to the reason. What if there are no reasons? What if I'm really not the one who should be here?I wring my hands stranded in the anguish that does not go away, worse yet it appears with greater force, and I go back to pretending that I am sleeping when I feel the arrival of a person.The steps shake the wood, I just blink when I notice that it is not a man, that it is not the wolf. To my surprise, she is a short, young, soft”looking woman. She brings in her hands a pile of... Folded blanket? It seems.I don't know how to act in front of her, but she gives me confidence, so I feel encouraged to start a conversation, at least I start with a greeting.“Hello, my name is Luna Miller “I introduce myself. He barely smiles at me and I wonder if he understood my words. You haven't understood me, have you?“Priviet,” he responds with an affable smile. I'm Alena, I'm just here to leave this in place of my partner, and yes, I know your language a little.“Hey...“Please don't try to talk to me, I'm quite busy and I'm strictly prohibited from talking to you."It's not my intention to harm you, but if you could help me get out, I'm innocent, I didn't do anything wrong to be locked up here," I whisper desperately."I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it," he laments in a low tone. Then she goes to the closet and arranges what he brought in his place. My heart beats hard, it beats wildly, the attack hurts, but it destroys me more than anyone doing anything for me.But his attitude is understandable. She wouldn't risk losing her job, much less putting her life in danger by helping a simple stranger. In her place, she wouldn't do it because of the same fear.Before leaving she looks at me with pity, she is tied, without options, it is not in her power to help me."You're not like them, I see it in you," I say in a whisper, but audible.“I know he is innocent, and I am very sorry that he has to go through this, I only ask for discretion and to obey, young Konstantinov is not cruel. “He,” he says, leaving immediately.What is not cruel? You must be joking, Aleksander is the Devil himself.I lay my head on the piled pillows. Lying down I think of my father, of Grace, my seventeen”year”old little sister; fruit of dad's marriage to Amber, the woman who has lovingly taken care of me for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately I lost my biological mother to an illness when she was still months after being born.I never had the opportunity to meet that wonderful being who had me in his womb for nine months, but Dad has revived his memory in me, based on the pleasant moments he lived at his side.Suddenly I think about the social circle in which we Millers move, ideas cross, possibilities that within it there are people who could harm me. So many whys form a jumble in my brain. It is not nonsense to believe that a close friend or relative is involved with what I am now experiencing. In that case, who could do something like that to me?It remains a question.POV. AlexanderI grab that son of a bitch by the neck, I glare at him, I don't let him go. One of the things I hate is being challenged, breaking my rules and refusing to follow them.“Can't you follow a single damn order?! "You better get out of my sight or you're a dead man." I release him suddenly, the good”for”nothing idiot falls to the ground trying to regain oxygen. Did you know? Stop right there.I change my mind by pulling out the gun."I will not fail again, sir," he speaks quickly like a frightened rodent."Of course not, see you never, Steven," I spit, shooting him straight in the chest.His death is quick, he deserved it. I hate that pool of blood that has formed around him, so I call Arkady to clean up the mess and dispose of the body.I remain furious, striking blows from all sides. Damn! With this going wrong, I have to fix it before I return to the United States. I will leave Volkov in charge, the only one who is available and capable of doing things well.Shortly after
A week in which I have not seen his eyes again, seven days of apparent tranquility, have been one hundred and sixty”eight hours that the absence of the wolf has left me with a growing sense of suspense.That's why whenever someone arrives, I fear it might be him. Relief washes over me every time he doesn't turn out to be that man. I've been in the room not knowing what to do, so I start to remember my quiet life in New York City, the moments with my father and Elena; and Grace's antics, which cause so much headache.I think that remembering familiar moments makes me forget that I am here, and there always comes that point when the opposite effect happens. I am aware of how much I miss them, how much I miss them.I need a hug from dad, a kiss on mom's cheek, also the mischievous smiles from my little sister. All of this tightens my chest, it's nostalgia, it's melancholy, it's a feeling that dominates every part of me.Veronika enters, the maid, she is also taciturn, at least with me she
Release my ankles and wrists from oppressive imprisonment. But it hasn't ended hell. She picks up what she left half done, dresses quickly, but I'm still naked. She pulls my arm and makes me walk to the wall. I'm on my back and I'm just tremblingly waiting for the blows. She's going to whip me. My legs are already weak, it will hurt.Therefore he lashes me with anger, he does not stop. The sting is unbearable, every part of my back opening with his fury. I can't resist it anymore, the sobs come non”stop, it tears me apart inside and out.So severe that its strength seems supernatural to me.“Please stop, I beg you! “I exclaim lifelessly, the prayer is the only thing that emanates before losing consciousness.“You're going to die, damn! “she roars, sentencing the end.His words come true, in a flash the light has turned into darkness....It burns, it is a living bonfire on my back, it is an inferno eating away at the cracks left by its torture. The abrasion does not attenuate, the algi
POV. Alexander“Viktor, where the hell were you? “I want to know, without anger in the middle. I'm just worried that one of my men won't have enough courage to tell the truth.I called him a while ago, and he told me that he was in Red Square. Since he had tied up the loose end, I saw no reason for him to wander over there.The robust man's eyes go to the ceiling, I know that it is a woman, a reason that puts anyone in danger if everything revolves around a female who can ruin our plans."With Mariola," he admits.It leaves me surprised.The Ferretis are our opponents, they have properties in this country, I know firsthand that they will be in Russia for a while. What I don't like is that they have intentions of taking over territory that belongs to us.Curse.“The Ferreti daughter? “I question, not being able to believe that she is dating a minor, the firstborn of the enemy. She didn't expect anything less from you, do you know that girl can be a snitch? Don't get into trouble with th
He falls next to me trying to catch his breath, and I my dignity. I turn my back on him and start crying. I don't care, I need to remove everything that is harming my build. Little by little only ruins remain of me. The worst thing is that before him I am a translucent piece, a crystal, because without doing a deep study of me he knows my weaknesses and strengths that have been consumed in hell.I feel when he leaves the space next to me. He's leaving, as he usually does. I take a breath, repeating the inhale and exhale steadily. The cracks never opened so much in my soul and my gnawed heart never felt so much pressure than now.“I don't know why you start crying, be thankful that you're still breathing.“Maybe it's better to die.“You don't want to die, Luna. “She states with sarcasm.I don't answer him. He is an idiot, a fucking rapist and murderer. It is all that and other adjectives that define a macabre being.“Despite being inexperienced, I had a good time,” he says deliberately.
The night has fallen, its poisonous perversity injected into my battered soul, again. There was no subtlety, there was no compassion. My prayers were extinguished with the violence of his lips moving fiercely. The same appropriate chapter of evil, the same story in which I was used and thrown away after the act.No one can get used to mistreatment like that, and I have no choice but to resign myself to his brutality.Repulsion catches me every time his hands touch me and takes over my body. And I look at him there, indifferent, so contemptuous that I think he is from another world. He has no heart. Aleksander zips up his pants, then finishes buttoning his white shirt. I follow each of his movements curled up in a ball on the bed.The intensity of its grayish greens preserves the lasciviousness, that malicious shine that I generate in it."As always, it has been a pleasure to own you, Miss Luna Miller," he comments mockingly.If I could just get up and give him what he deserves, but he
POV. Alexander"Stay tuned, Elmo loves to play dirty," I speak through the communicator.“Yes sir.These summer days are humid and rainfall is recurring. I find myself in the car, waiting for the Italian. I'm supposed to be there already, waiting makes me in a bad mood. Patience is not my strong suit. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, counting every second.Just when I'm about to believe that this unfortunate man has deceived me, a black sports car appears. From this the Suited man gets out, behind comes a truck from which four armed men get out. No wonder he came safely. I abandon the convertible, standing next to the door."Mr. Ferreti," he greeted dismissively."Mr. Konstantinov, the last time we met, you were just a piccolo," he comments, slipping a hypocritical smile."I also remembered him when he was younger, but the years don't pass in vain," I point out.Who does this damn decrepit old man think he is?Shit! How can Amber sleep with a guy like that?“Let's get to the p
Those huge blue eyes look like those of a tigress on the prowl. She wears skimpy provocative clothing. There is no trace of the girl she once was."Why did you want to see me, Aleksander?" “He questions, it is undeniable that my presence bothers him.“Sara, I'll pay you for sex tonight. “Three times what you ask for it,” I say bluntly.He opens his eyes in surprise.“Are you that desperate?“No, but I want some action tonight. Don't act important, you're just anyone. Do you accept or leave the money? “I repeat, she looks at me offended."I'll only accept because I need the money," he says, rolling his eyes. I can't help but notice the earrings she wears. I'm sure I've seen them elsewhere. However, it may just be a coincidence. You're going to stay there? Come on."Wait," I wrap my arms around his arm tightly, looking at the grip clearly confused. The earrings, who gave them to you?“It was a gift and that's it, it's none of your business “he pouts”. Now could you let me go?“No, tell