บททั้งหมดของ Defiant Queen: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"Is that her?" A deep, hoarse voice asks with a heavy accent. "Da," The sound of Konstatins' voice slams into my ear canals causing me to cower against the wall even more. "She is Zeynep Volkov?" The other man asks again for confirmation and goosebumps surf over every trembling inch of my body. Konstatin doesn't reply, but I sense that he must have nodded his head. Again, my heart begins to beat rapidly. If it continues to beat in a frantic manner I fear I may die from a heart attack rather than being slaughtered by a dozen men I can not see. This can't be happening. Not like this, please... Every nerve in my body is on fire, it feels like a thousand needles twisting into my flesh, drawing out my agony for as long as it possibly can. I turn my head to the side, focusing on every sound that surrounds me. But the room is still with silence apart from the sound of someone lifting their arm and rubbing their hand over the stubble splashed across his jawline. "You really did it." T

Konstatin's Point Of View... She fell asleep after fifteen hours of relentlessly looking for an escape, tossing the chair at the door, screaming profanities, banging her head against the wall and openly confessing all her regrets. And I watched every minute of it well into the morning like it was my all-time favourite soap opera. I'm obsessed with what she would do, day after day, and watching the fight leave her as every hour ticked by. Once she had realized her efforts were wasted, she hummed softly. So low, that I thought it was the humming of the camera until I had turned the volume all the way up. She hummed for hours on end, and I don't think she even noticed she was doing it. She had finally fallen asleep, the hum of a lullaby still raw on her lips. The thrill of victory thrummed through my pulsating veins. Looking at her made me sick with vengeance. It's why I have to torture her like this, reminding myself of all the suffering and misery I too, had to endure after her

I jolt awake at the sound of a gun discharging at the side of my head. A ringing sound hums in my ear as the smell of pungent Nitroglycerin fills my nostrils. It's never a good feeling when you wake up with your heart threatening to tear through the layers of flesh in your chest. When the light in the room suddenly comes on, I look around, taking in the view that surrounds me, and I'm made aware that I am still being held against my will. The hope that it was all a nightmare crumbles into fine dust when my gaze finds Konstatins'. My breath hitches. He brings the gun's barrel to his mouth and licks it while his eyes are fixed on mine. I shut my eyes, covering them with my hands. “I'm still trapped in my nightmare,” I whisper in a trembling voice that sends shards of awareness up my spine. Wrapping my arms around my knees, I try to block him out as I start to rock back and forth. “I was going to let you suffer a little longer in your dreams, but my curiosity got the better of

Konstatins' sinister laughter fills the room, resonating off the gloomy concrete walls, and I can almost feel it slamming into me.Attempting to claim the last shred of dignity that dangles precariously in front of me.“What's wrong, Leo? Are you mad that I got to her before you did?” “You sick fuck!” Leo roars while making a fist with his hand. He aims for the bridge of Konstatins' nose and drives his fist forward. The sickening sound of Leos' knuckles striking Konstatins' face penetrates my ear canals. “She's your sister!” Smack...“There are rules about raping women that the Elite Family stated in the bible!”Smack...“She is already weak, barely surviving to live another day, and you do this to her?!”Konstatin makes a small effort to sit up, but Leo pins him back down on the tabletop with his left hand and jerks his right-hand back, behind his ear. Smack...Konstatin lets out a small grunt laced with pain and irritation. If I had coughed, I would have missed it.Lowering my ha

Dmitris' Point Of View...A hard hand slams into my cheek and blinding pain splinters across my face as I open my eyes. “Vstavy, ty ni na chto ne goden, pridurok! [Get up, you good for nothing, dipshit!]” Ivans' irritating voice slams into me in a harsh snarl as he slaps me again.I growl a curse, brushing a hand over my face as I sit up in the motel bed, Amanis' friend fixed me up with, a day ago. Raising my gaze, I look over Ivans' shoulder to see Amani standing behind him with a grim look on his face. Instantly, my pulse spikes and I know he's fucked up because Zee is nowhere to be seen!“Where is she?” I snarl at him, clenching my hands into fists. “That piece of shit has taken her!” Ivan answers me instead. “Where?” I demand, getting out of bed and ripping my shirt off, throwing it to the ground as I snatch the pile of clothes Ivan is holding in his hand. “Russia,” Amani says, finally learning how to use his voice. “Russia?!” I roar at him as my body shakes with fury. “What