Chapter 12
This chapter may have mention of abuse and rape. If you are going to be disturbed. Kindly skip to the next chapter. Don't forget to vote and comment.
The girl sat in a very uncomfortable chair her hands tied behind her while her eyes were completely blindfolded.
Somewhere between the blindfold and countless hours of exhaustion the line between day and night blurred.
She had tried listening for any clues to know where she was but even her senses of hearing were dulled.
All she could hear was the noisy unlocking of the door that had probably five locks from the jingling of the keys.
It took exactly five minutes every time for the person on the other side to open the door. She counted once again and after fifty nine seconds the last lock clicked. A man with a scrawny appearance and a thick Russian accent got in locking the door behind him only with one lock.
She knew this was a precaution to ensure if she ever managed to undo the ropes that bound her she was still at a disadvantage to unlock the door.
Since there was no windows she wasn't able to scream for help or see where she was.
Her hands were untied and blindfold removed.
The other door to the other room was unlocked and she knew the drill.
Take a shower, get changed eat then go back to the chair. She stood up her feet unsteady because of numbness. Receiving no help she fell on the ground only to have the man completely ignore her who remained standing at the door.
She crawled until she reached the door to the bathroom where she picked herself up using the door posts as supporting frames. Her steps were slow and very painful. God knew how long she had been in that position. After closing the door she began feeling lightheaded and nausea started burbling up.
The raven haired girl with hazel eyes and a small pretty face barely made it to the toilet bowl before her gut wrenched contents of the measly food she had been eating. "You have to survive Marie. You just have too. Someone needs to know the truth," she whispered.
Stray tears began adorning her beautiful eyes when she began vomiting blood. "Help! Help! Help!" She screamed. The angry Russian man barged into the bathroom staring at the disgusting sight before his eyes. He took by her hair dragging her towars the door.
"What did I tell you about using that annoying mouth of yours," he bellowed.
He smacked her across the face leaving behind angry red lines on her once beautiful face.
"Please help me, I'm going to die," she whimpered her voice shaking at the end.
The man watched as if she was the most disgusting creature to ever walk the earth.
Letting her hair go hope returned to her already hopeless life. The man unshackled his belt to pull it out. She watched him with horror inside her eyes and fear like never before.
"Let me teach you your place you shlyukha," he spat at her. The belt landed on her one after the other throwing curse words at her in Russian a language she understood very well. She lost count of how many times he hit her. Her voice growing hoarse for begging him to stop.
She felt her skin open in areas where the belt landed severally tearing open to be cuts.
When he felt satisfied with his work the man was about to undo the button of his pants.
When she held his leg clinging to him for pity.
"You've watched me grow up. Please don't do this.
You can hit me as much as you want. Call me a whore the number of times to your heart desires but please do not do this. I beg you."
He just watched her no emotion displaying in his eyes when he kicked her away from him to the cold floor. He continued unzipping his pants joining her on the floor where he began tearing at her clothes. She fought him until the very last strength she had before she passed out.
Marie woke up feeling like a train had run over her time and time again. She lay in a strange bed that was more comfortable than the chair and the floor her back had gotten accustomed to for weeks. She tried prying her eyes open but it proved rather difficult.
Every part of her body was aching. She tried not thinking what had happened or what might have happened.
She tried lifting her hand but that was also a battle she wasn't able to win.
She tried calming down when quiet sobs left her body when she remembered him trying to have his way with her.
She concentrated her body on down there to feel if there was any soreness but none.
Her heart swelled with relief grateful to have gotten away with saving her dignity.
Trying to tell her surroundings without using her eyes which had swollen because of the beating she received, the door to the room opened. Her body remained still adopting an unconscious stance.
Two men walked in, one was the scrawny guy with the Russian accent and the other was a man she had called father for twenty eight years.
The prime minister watched his so called daughter lying there battered and bruised a small smile on his lips. "Cobby I didn't expect you would go this far when I asked you to have a little fun. By this rate she won't survive long and there won't be any fun in that."
His right hand man didn't say anything to his boss who clicked his tongue in disapproval but meant the exact opposite.
"She is the reason Alexei is dead. Scorpion wouldn't have killed him if she had met him at the agreed time and location.
We both know this had nothing to do with your interference with the shipment.
He wants her and he knows you are the one holding her captive boss," Cobby confessed.
"Tsssk indeed she is the reason behind that deranged man killing one of my best men.
If you hadn't beaten her to her senses I would have done it myself.
But remember Cobby we need her alive we can't have any leverage on him if she is dead and we both know what will her happen if he finds her dead.
Did you send him the picture of her before you had your little fun with her? "
"Yes sir," answered the man.
"Good we can't have him see the goods are damaged. What kind of businessmen would that make us," said the prime minister sarcastically.
They left the room leaving the girl who heard every single word they had said. Tears fell on her sides leaving her resolute. "I must find a way to escape," she thought.
NB: shlyukha( whore in Russian)