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His clothes turned to ice on my skin. His scent burned in my nostrils. My eyes flicked up to his and I felt my chest constrict.
“Take me downstairs,” I whispered. My eyes blurred from unshed tears, but I blinked them away. He didn’t move. I squeezed my eyes shut as the scream ripped from my chest, “Take me downstairs!”
His hand wrapped around my arm, ripping me toward the door and I jogged to keep up with his long strides. He shoved me into the guest room, and I went straight for the bible, ripping it myself and ducking into the stairwell. As soon as the door to my cell buzzed, I ran inside and clutched the blanket and pillow, throwing them out the door at his feet.
If that was what he thought of me, I didn’t want anything he had to give. The aching intensified until the door finally shut and I sank to the hard concrete floor, not even bothering to pull myself onto the mattress. When had I let him affect me so deeply? When had I let myself care for such a monster? Deep down, I wanted to punish myself. I never should have let my guard down for Yuri to hurt me the way he did. I was stupid and he was right.
Fuck him.
I clutched myself, rolling into a ball on the floor as renewed tears fell down my cheeks.
Fuck him.
“Fuck you!” I screamed again, unable to keep the words tumbling around in my head. It felt euphoric to fill the room with the hate I had coursing through my veins.Hate. Ihatedhim.
The door buzzed again, and I scrambled backward in shock when it swung open. Sweat trickled down my spine when he stepped into the room with a snarl on his face.
“You just don’t know when to stop, do you baby?” His voice was so deep, like a guttural growl in his throat. His steps were slow and meandering toward me, each one ratcheting up my thundering pulse. “Is it time I taught you a lesson?”
I whimpered when his fingers laced through my hair and yanked my head back, exposing my neck to him. He ran his nose along the sensitive skin and growled against me. And fuck, my entire body throbbed for him.
“And here it is. No matter how delicious you are,” he licked across the skin. “No matter how many times I taste,” he bit hard, and the piercing pain shattered through me. “This… means nothing to me.”
Chapter 14
Darya
He was trying to hurt me, trying to destroy everything. His fingers loosened in my hair, and he pet down my neck– soothing the tender skin. Each stroke of his fingers prickled against my scalp, goosebumps rising down my arms and legs.
“And I know just the way,” he said. His other arm looped around my waist, and he lifted me off the ground entirely until my body slammed against his side. He walked us out of the cell before I could even say a word.
My fingers grappled for purchase against the smooth concrete walls while I kicked at him awkwardly. “Put me down!” I ordered, my legs whipped through the air, never quite making contact with him as frustration boiled just below my skin. He held firm– even chuckling at my useless attempt against him. He turned and took a few steps towards the torture chamber. “No,” I whimpered to myself, eyes wide as I realized exactly where we were going.
“Let me go!” I twisted in his arm until finally, I could slide my arm free. I whirled up and slapped him across the face, the sting of it fresh on my fingers as I sucked in a triumphant breath. Yuri didn't even flinch– as if my slap was nothing but a gust of wind against his muscled jaw. Instead, his eyes darkened, and another chuckle slipped from his lips as if I was only fueling the fire. I was coaxing the evil out of him, calling out to it, just as he hoped I would.
We were only a few steps away from the room that had haunted my nightmares since I first stepped foot inside and my heart pounded in my ears. The throbbing of my own fear drowned out everything until my thoughts were crashing over me repeatedly like waves.
He was taking me to the torture chamber. I was about to be tortured.
After seeing the way he tormented Eric, let him sit in his own suffering until driving the blade of a knife through his neck, I could only imagine the cruelty I was in for.
“No,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut and remembering the way he held me in his arms, the tenderness of his touch when he wasn’t angry with me. Could he be so monstrous? To flip the switch so quickly and subject me to the pain and suffering he seemed to be protecting me from?
His fingers lightly pressed against the keypad until the buzzing of the door made me jump in his arms. Renewed, I fought harder than ever. My fingers gripped along the doorframe, scratching into the concrete to try to gain some traction, but he was too strong. Even dragging my feet when they hit the ground just for a second, wasn't enough. He closed the door behind us and the echoing silence wrapped around me like a strait jacket. I was sure no one would hear my screams. And even if they did, I knew they wouldn’t dare betray their boss.
Unable to stop myself, my eyes flicked to the table where the scalpels, blades, forceps, and pliers glimmered in the fluorescent light– taunting me. “Please,” I begged. Blood still stained the end of the sledgehammer leaning against the wooden table.
“What’s wrong? You got used to sleeping in my bed and forgot about this place?” He taunted.
He readjusted me in his arms, throwing my weight further until he could get a grip under my legs, and once close enough, he tossed me onto the chair in the middle. The cold metal bit at my back as I slammed against it. The air rushed from my lungs, but I recovered quickly and lurched around him, but he was even quicker
Instead, he scooped me up again and placed me back in the chair. Only this time, I was backward– my knees tucked below me with my chest angled over the high back. He gripped my neck and pushed forward until a whimper escaped my lips at the awkward position. My breasts were smashed against the metal edge of the chair and my ass was sticking out– on display for him. He ran a finger down my spine, reinvigorating goosebumps all down my skin. If my body had been alive with fear before, terror seized me now. I was too vulnerable like this and from the raspy breath he let out, he was enjoying the deep arch of my back.
“You look good like this, baby. I've been imagining you like this for days.” He picked up the shackle to my right and yanked my arm forward until it clasped around my wrist. He pulled tight until my arm was completely immobile. He circled the other way and proceeded to find my other wrist until, in a matter of seconds, I was completely tethered to the chair with no slack. Like some prized pig on display. He's circled me like a vulture, his eyes heavy on my skin. I could sense him everywhere, even when he disappeared behind me.
When he came back into view, he lifted my chin. I winced at the angle. The rich mahogany color of his eyes transformed to nearly black and suddenly, he was a predator. The gentle Yuri I hoped I would see was gone– left in his place was the cruel man determined to break me.
He already had.
