Chapter 8
Georgi
When day four comes and goes, I begin to get worried that my family won’t find me in time.
Boris is going to reach the end of his patience soon and kill me.
Fuck.
I put all my weight on my right leg because my left is fucked after they beat the shit out of the gunshot wound, ripping the stitches.
I’m exhausted, starving, and in a world of pain.
Just as Raya pops into my thoughts, Nina walks into the room. She takes one look at my thigh and goes to the cabinet to get supplies.
“Evening, little mouse,” I say, some of the pain soaking into my playful tone. “Scurrying here and there.” When she comes toward me, she avoids making eye contact. “Regretting holding me the other night?”
This time her gaze flicks to mine, then she kneels beside me. Even though I’m half dead, it’s one hell of a turn on.
My cock hardens, and the nine inches responsible for getting me into this mess draw Nina’s attention.
Her eyes widen, and she quickly looks down before fumbling with the needle and suture thread.
Just to fuck with her, I say, “I’m a little chained up right now, but set me free, and I’ll show you a different kind of torture.”
Her hands still, and a few seconds pass before she lets out a slow breath. Getting the thread through the tiny loop, she tilts her head back, and as she begins to close up my wound, the fear in her eyes gets to me.
Dropping the playful act, my tone is serious as I say, “I won’t hurt you.”
She keeps her gaze trained on the needle as she pushes it through my skin. Her tone is shaky as she replies, “You just said if I free you, you’ll rape me.” She ties the knot and cuts the thread. “So it’s a little hard to believe you won’t hurt me.”
As she climbs to her feet, her eyes meet mine.
I can’t stop the dark expression from settling on my face. “I didn’t say I’d rape you.”
“That’s what you implied,” she argues.
Am I losing my mind, or does she look disappointed in me?
I hate explaining myself, but I’m not some fucking rapist, and for some reason I have to set things straight between us.
“I never have, and never will, rape a woman. The torture I was referring to was withholding an orgasm until you beg and then blowing your mind.” Taking my chance to find out if she’s the one screaming every night, I add, “Trust me, your screams of ecstasy will be much sweeter than the ones I’ve heard at night. ”
Startled, her eyes widen slightly. “I forgot sound travels down here.”
I’m right. It is her.
I stare at her for a moment before asking, “Why do you scream?”
“Nightmares.”
Her quick answer surprises me. Up until now, she hasn’t been very forthcoming in giving me any information about herself.
Pushing my luck, I ask, “Why is your room down here in the basement?”
“Boris doesn’t like hearing me scream.” She breaks eye contact and walks to the cabinet. “It annoys him.”
“All jokes aside. Get me out of these shackles, and I’ll repay the favor.”
She lets out a bitter-sounding chuckle. “If I free you, I’m as good as dead.”
“I’ll protect you.”
Nina shakes her head, and without another word, she leaves the room. Seconds later, I hear Martin say, “I don’t think Boris will be happy to hear about your lover’s quarrel. You’re getting too chatty with the scumbag.”
“I’m sorry,” Nina replies, her tone filled with terror. “It won’t happen again.”
Martin chuckles darkly. “Anton is here. You’d better hurry and change into something more to his liking.”
A door slams shut, and I hear movement in the room beside mine.
Anton?
I search my memory for anyone with the name, but come up empty.
Thinking the guy is Nina’s boyfriend leaves a bad taste in my mouth, which gets my attention, because…why does it matter?
At the end of the day, we’re enemies, and I have to remember she only takes care of me out of duty to her father.
“Where the fuck is she?” I hear a man roar.
“In her room,” Martin replies, his tone dripping with respect.
A man I’ve never laid eyes on appears in the doorway. I’d guess his age to be around sixty.
Looking like he’s about to bust a vein, he glares me up and down before stalking away. A door slams open, then his angry shout fills the air. “Fucking whore. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
“I only did as I was ordered.” Hearing Nina’s pleading tone as she responds, a frown forms on my forehead.
She lets out a cry, the sound making every muscle in my body tense.
The next second, she’s hauled into the room. The man, whom I assume is Anton, is gripping her by her arm.
“So this is the kind of shit you like?” he roars in her face before shoving her into my body.
Nina’s face hits my stomach hard, and he holds her there as he yells, “You think he can do anything to save you? Huh?” The fucker shakes her hard before yanking her away from me, and just as my fingers grip the chains so I can use my legs to grab hold of the asshole, he moves out of my reach and begins to slap Nina fucking hard.
“Stop!” I shout, speaking Bulgarian for the first time and giving away that I know the language. My body lurches forward, making the shackles dig into my raw skin. “If you want to hit someone, come over here.”
Nina falls onto her side, and when he kicks her in her stomach, I’m almost yanked off my feet from trying to lunge forward so I can get to her.
The fucker points a finger at me. “You fucking shut up.” He crouches beside Nina and grabs a fistful of her hair, then yanks her face closer to his.
Blood trickles from her nose and lip, the sight making rage burn through me.
“You think you can flirt with another man and I won’t find out?”
She shakes her head, desperation tightening her features as she replies with a pleading tone, “I only did what my father told me to do.”
With his other hand, he grips her jaw so tightly that her lips are squashed together. “I’ll just have to remind you who you belong to.”
Nina’s eyes go wide as saucers, and the next instant, she yanks free and scrambles to her feet. Before she can take a step, the fucker grabs hold of her, and she’s yanked so hard that when she hits the floor, the thud echoes through the room.
“Motherfucker!” I shout as I fight against the shackles.
To my absolute horror, Anton straddles Nina and pins her hands above her head with one of his before he begins to undo the button of her pants.
Watching her squirm and strain against his hold, knowing I can’t do anything to help her, flays my fucking soul raw.
I know what he plans to do, and the thought alone makes my gut churn.
“She gets the fucking message,” I bark when he begins to yank her pants down.
He has to let go of her hands so he can get the jeans off her, and it has me shouting, “Fight, Nina! Knee the fucker in the balls. Scratch out his eyes.”
Listening, she goes for his face, her nails leaving red grooves over his cheeks.
The bastard backhands her so hard some of her blood flies through the air, and it leaves her too dazed to fight.
“You better hope Pavlov kills me,” I tell Anton, my voice filled with every ounce of anger and hatred I feel. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
The piece of shit laughs as he pulls Nina’s jeans and underwear off, and when he shoves her legs open, he looks me dead in the eyes as he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his zipper.
My eyes dart back to Nina’s face, and her gaze latches onto mine for a moment. Out of my peripheral vision, I see Anton move, then Nina begs, “Don’t look!”
As her face crumbles and a sob escapes, I help her the only way I can. I close my eyes.
The dead-man-walking grunts, and the nauseating sound is followed by Nina’s harrowing cry.
I clench my jaw so fucking hard, my teeth grind. My muscles strain, the shackles chafe against my broken skin, and as I’m forced to listen to her broken cries and the sickening sounds filling the room, I suffer the worst torture I’ve ever had to endure.
And it’s nothing compared to what Nina is going through right now. Not even close.
I don’t mean to, but when another cry shudders from her, my eyes open. The sight makes my stomach lurch and shifts the very foundation my entire life has been built on.
Nina turns her head, and when her traumatized gaze meets mine, she whimpers, “Noooo.”
Instead of shutting my eyes, I keep hers captive, willing every ounce of my strength to her.
Nina’s cries slow down until only bursts of air escape her lips everytime he thrusts into her. Her features relax, and not breaking eye contact, I watch as she checks out of her hideous reality.
I don’t know where her mind goes, but it has to be better than here.
The fucker orgasms, and while he catches his breath, he grips her chin and kisses her forcefully. “You will always belong to me.” Only then does he notice the blank stare in her eyes, and he punches her. “Fucking whore.”
Climbing off her unconscious body, he swipes his palm through the mess between her thighs, then getting to his feet, he walks to me. I meet his eyes, and when he wipes his release off on my chest, he says, “That’s the closest you’ll ever get to her pussy.”
Not hesitating, I slam my head into his, and as he staggers backward, I use all my strength to bring my legs up. Just as I’m about to wrap them around the fucker, he jumps out of my reach.
Shaking his head, he gives me an angry glare. “You can be so fucking glad we need the information.”
“Take off the shackles, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know while I beat the life out of your pathetic ass.”
He finally tucks his flaccid dick back into his pants, and as he pulls up the zipper, he walks out of the room and gives Martin an order. “Shut the door. No one goes in until Nina comes out on her own. I’ll fucking break your neck if I find out you saw her naked.”
Martin keeps his face averted as he pulls the door shut, and all my attention focuses on Nina, where she’s lying unconscious.
The harrowing events shudder through my mind until the depraved darkness of what happened is engraved into my soul.
Christ.
My mind reels, and I struggle to keep the flashes of Nina being raped from taking over and reducing me to a helpless mess.
After long minutes, Nina finally stirs, and when her head lolls to the side and her lashes lift, I say, “He’s gone. It’s just us.”
She stares at me until her eyes regain focus and the trauma fills them.
I’d give everything I own to be able to hold her right now, but there’s no time. The words carry the promise of death as I growl, “Free me, and I’ll kill him.”
Nina struggles into a sitting position and reaches for her jeans. I turn my head away, giving her privacy while she puts on her pants.
I listen to her movements, and when it sounds like she’s coming toward me, I glance at her again, but she walks right past me, her expression blank.
When the shackles suddenly eases and my arms move, my head snaps up, and seeing that the chains are being lowered, my heart beats faster.
Once my arms are hanging at my sides, Nina grabs a wrench from the table and comes back to me. Without saying a word, she begins to loosen the bolt on the right shackle until she’s able to pull it out, then she moves to my left side.
As she works to get the bolt free, crippling emotions ripple over her face, and she sobs softly.
The moment both my wrists are free, she walks to the table and grabs a hammer, then holds it out to me without making any eye contact.
Knowing time is of the essence, I take the hammer from her.
Spotting a dirty rag, I grab it and wipe the shit off my chest. As I toss it back onto the table, our gazes meet for an intense moment before Nina runs to the door and yanks it open.
“Oh, my God! Help! He’s convulsing,” she screams at the top of her lungs, her panic very convincing.
I move quickly into position, and as Martin comes darting into the room, I swing and slam the hammer into his face. He sprawls to the side, and I move, grabbing his gun from his hip.
When the other guards file into the room, I fire three shots, each one hitting their target and dropping the fuckers like flies.
I shoot Martin to make sure he’s dead, then toss his weapon on him before taking two guns from the other fuckers, checking the magazines to make sure they're full.
When I limp out into the hallway, there’s no sign of Nina.