Chapter Twenty-Four
Aliannah woke to a bucket of water being thrown over her. Viktor stood towering over her, sneering.
“Rise and shine whore! It is almost party time!” he had a sickening smile on his face.
“Fuck you, Viktor.” She seethed.
“Oh, but you already did that, dear, twice. And if I recall, you rather enjoyed it,” he winked at her. “Pull her up, Fred. We need our whore to be show worthy.” He licked his lips as Aliannah struggled against the chain. Viktor reached to stroke her face, and she bit his hand. He roared and back-handed her across the face.
“Fucking bitch! I should just kill you now, but I want to see Ivan’s pretty face crash and burn as he watches us torture you.” Viktor grabbed the electric stun gun off the table and gave her a long zap on the stomach. Aliannah screamed.
“The voice of an angel dear, oh how melodic you sound,” Viktor zapped her five more times. The pain was blinding. Aliannah passed out. She was slumped, hanging by her wrists on the winch. The exhaustion, dehydration and pain had become too much. Viktor laughed as he walked away.
“Leave her hanging there. The bitch deserves it!” He ordered Fred to back away from the winch controls.
Aliannah opened her eyes; she was on the Serenity; Ivan was across the deck, reaching out to her.
“Come on, Darling, hold on. I need you to hold on for me,” he pleaded.
No matter how hard she tried to run, she couldn’t get any closer to him.
“Ivan….I can’t do it anymore…. It hurts too much…. Please make it stop….” She felt her weakness gaining on her. Ivan was fading away into the darkness.
“Ivan, don’t leave me…. Come back…..” She tried and tried, but she couldn’t move.
*ZAP*
“Wake up bitch! I didn’t say you could sleep,” Viktor crooned in her ear. Aliannah opened her eyes. Her heart sank. She was still in the warehouse. Tears rolled down her cheeks again.
“Stop crying like a baby. This will all be over soon, dear. You have played your part very well.” Viktor stroked her ass. She tried to twist away, but it was no use.
“Just kill me now and get it over with Viktor,” her voice was weak.
“Who the fuck do you think you are to give me orders? Me!” Viktor went to the boxes on the table and pulled out a knife.
“Maybe I should gut you… maybe I should cut you up into small pieces and scatter you all over New York for poor Ivan to find.” He toyed with the knife in his hands, weighing up his options. He slowly walked back to Aliannah. She whimpered as he held the tip of the knife to her stomach.
“That sound is delicious, dear. Do it again,” he said, pushing the tip harder against her stomach. She whimpered again. He slowly dragged the knife across her stomach, making her bleed. She screamed.
“Please stop! No, please!” Aliannah was shaking. She looked Viktor in the eyes. The Jasper she knew did not exist in those eyes. His eyes were pure darkness and evil. There was no gentleman hiding behind them. No humanity to be seen at all.
“Fred, Brady, untie her legs and hold them.” The men moved and followed his orders. Aliannah tried to fight them, but she was too weak, and they were too strong. Brady smeared her blood on her stomach with his fingers before licking them.
“Boss, she tastes so good!” he hummed in appreciation as he swallowed the taste. Viktor stepped forward, placing the tip of the knife on her inner thigh.
“If I decide to let you live, you will never be able to bed another man without thinking about me WHORE!” He slashed her inner thigh as he shouted his last word. Aliannah screamed so loud her voice cracked. The blood streamed steadily down her leg.
“Now be a good little whore and shut the fuck up, or my next cut will be your throat.” Viktor held the knife to her throat for emphasis.
Aliannah didn’t react. The room was spinning; she was about to pass out again. Viktor and the other men left.
Darkness consumed her.