25. Emily
“Let me out! Please! Let me out!” I shriek with each pound of my fist on the metal door. The black tendrils have morphed into millions of spiders that are climbing along every surface of the room and making their way toward me. One climbs up my leg, and I smack it repeatedly, but it continues its path up my body.
I feel one land on the top of my head, and I scream and thrash until I no longer feel it in my hair. I continue to fight off the crawling arachnids, smashing them, and pushing them off my body as best as I can.
As quickly as they came, they disappear.
I pant and press a hand against my chest. My heart is beating a mile a minute and sweat flows down my brow.
“It’s okay… I’m okay… They’re not real…” I repeat each word and release slow, steady breaths. My teeth chatter as the adrenaline begins to subside.
“They’ll come back.” A voice says in my ear, and I cry out. I crawl as fast as possible to the closest corner of the room and shove my body as close to the wall as possible.
“You’re not real. You’re not real. You’re not real,” I repeat over and over.
A deep and terrifying laugh echoes in the room before silence descends. I clamp my hand over my mouth and sob. I sob until I have no tears left to cry. I sob until I feel lightheaded and I’m trembling from all the emotion I’ve purged.
My breath bellows out in a small puff of white that I can barely make out in the darkness. My eyes have been adjusting to the lack of light which I guess can be seen as a good thing. Me? I know it’s a sign that my vision is no longer what It used to be.
I knock on the door again and again until my hands ache and my voice is hoarse from begging to be set free.
“Please…” I croak.
I wake to the sound of the deadbolt unlocking and shoot up to a seated position. I press my back against the wall and hold up my hand to block the blinding light that spills from the doorway.
A large figure walks through the threshold, and their boots thudding against the concrete sends a jolt of fear down my body.
I’ve come to recognize who enters cell by the sound of their steps… and I don’t know who this man is.
His shoulders are so broad that there is barely any space between him and the doorframe. He towers at such a staggering height that I’m left paralyzed with fear.
“Get up,” he growls.
When I don’t make any attempt to move, he stalks toward me and grips my arm so tightly that I worry the bone will snap. He hauls me to my feet, and I whimper at the aggressive manhandling.
“I said to get the fuck up.”
He drags me behind him, and we exit the room. I squint as my eyes struggle to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. The silence up the steps is nearly as deafening as the cries I hear when I make it to the top.
I’m not sure where he’s taking me but the alarm bells in my head haven’t stopped ringing since he stepped into my room.
“Where are we going?” I risk asking. He mutters something in Russian under his breath but doesn’t respond to my question. His hold on my arm tightens. I can already feel the bruises taking form.
My weak legs struggle to keep pace with his long stride and when I unfortunately stumble, he whips around and grips my hair in his fist. My neck is forced to crane back to its absolute limits, and he brings his face centimeters from mine.
His dark eyes snake down my body in obvious disgust before he grunts and pulls away. He continues to drag me down the hallway with doors on either side.
I keep my eyes down to avoid looking into any of the open rooms. The torturous cries of pain and agony ring through my ears with each step we make, causing the cracks in my heart to expand. Silent tears travel down my cheeks, and I can’t control the tightness of my throat from nearly suffocating me.
We come to a stop at a wooden door on an upper level of the building. The man knocks three times and then the door is opened.
Pressing his massive hand against my back, he pushes me into the room. I try to scan my surroundings, but everything is blurred. My soul shatters at the confirmation that my time spent in the dark has deteriorated my vision.
The man pushes past me, stepping further into the room.
I track his movements with cautious eyes. My body is tense, and my heart is hammering against my chest.
He takes a seat on a large couch that is in the center of the room. He splays his arms on the back of the sofa. He slouches and opens his legs, getting comfortable.
“Come.” He commands, his voice has a thick Russian accent.
I nibble on my bottom lip, tearing skin until the tangy flavor of blood touches my tongue. Timidly, I shuffle closer to him. My trembling fingers play nervously with the frayed fabric of my dress.
Once I am standing in front of him, he reaches over and grabs onto my hips. I squeak when he pulls me to straddle him.
No. Please no. Not again.
He slides his meaty hands into my hair and grips it tightly at the root. I wince at the sharp tug as he pulls my head toward him. He traces the column of my neck with his nose and breathes in deeply.
He reeks of sweat, vodka, and blood. My stomach twists at the combination of smells. My entire body is trembling with fear.
“Fight it.”
Every muscle in my body goes ramrod straight at the sound of Liam’s voice.
A bite to my neck brings my attention back to what is happening, and I whimper at the pain. The man’s large hands move from my hair to my thigh and travel up my skin. When I try to pull away, he digs his fingers into my flesh, and I cry out.
The door opens behind me, and I peer over my shoulder to Nikolai stepping in.
He smirks and says something in Russian that I don’t understand.
My clothes are ripped off my body and I try to cover my breasts, but the guard swats my hands away before biting down on my nipple. I cry out and then whimper when he lets go.
“Fight, Féileacán.” Liam growls.
I sense Nikolai stepping behind me and the man wraps his hands around my hips to lift me enough that I am exposed to Nikolai. He hums in appreciation and then I feel the scrape of his finger at my back entrance.
“Are you ready to be fucked by both of us, kukla?”
“No, please no.” I beg and try to scramble off the guard’s legs.
The sound of belts clinking followed by zippers being pulled down fill my ears and my body goes into a panic. I scream out and thrash when I feel Nikolai’s cock start to breech my back entrance.
He presses his palm against my back to hold me in position and thrusts.
The sharp pain of my flesh ripping causes me to shriek in agony and tears flow down my face. The guard groans in Russian as he presses against my other entrance before he thrusts upward.
“FIGHT!”
“I… I can’t…” I cry as they alternate their thrusts.
They alternate their violent thrusts. Their hands, squeezing and kneading my flesh. I try to fight them off but I’m too weak. Too frail.
My cries of pain only seem to arouse them further.
“Emily, fight them!”
I feel Liam’s presence but I’m too deep in my abuse to truly hear his pleas.
Nikolai finishes first and fills me with his cum. He bites my shoulder before pulling out. His release oozes out of me and he smears it into my skin. The guard increases his thrusts and then holds me tightly as he finishes his assault.
He throws me to the couch, and I bounce off and land on the ground. I suppress a yelp when pain erupts in my hip. I curl into myself and sob into my hands.
“Clean her up and then lock her in the pit” Nikolai orders as he buttons up his pants. He straightens his clothes and fixes his hair before striding out of the room.