Page 17 of The Love for Pain


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“Let me go! Where are you taking me?” I ask in Russian.

One of the men carries me on his shoulders while laughing about my weight. He tells the others that their boss should pay them twice.Their boss?Who? I keep yelling for Papa until one of the men says, "Papa is dead, bitch!"

It can’t be! I struggle to get down from the man’s shoulders, but the other man holds my hands to keep me from moving. One of them says their boss ordered them not to hurt me. “He wants to be the only one to hurt her,” the other said.

Boss? Who?Dmitri Fador? No. That man must be rejoicing for not having to marry me. The man who is accusing my father? But who is he? Or who are they? No. If this is a usurpation of my father's power as a Bratva brigadier, their first order should have been to kill me, too.

“I hope he will let us have her, too,” one of the men declares while they take me down the stairs.

"Get away from me!" I yell when the man licks my hands.

He laughs and tells the other man how fun it is to play with a large woman. They talk about how my size can take three men or maybe four.No!I struggle again as they keep talking about ravishing me. Am I being taken as a slave?

No! I’ll rather die than have men line up to have me. I will never have any man hold me other than Gabriel. I take all my strength and lift my body to ruin the man’s balance. The man carrying me struggles to maintain it while moving down the stairs. The other man pulls my hand to keep the other man standing. I yell angrily and pull the man, causing him to bump into the man carrying me. They both lose balance, and we all roll down the stairs.

“Sasha!”

My heart pumps so hard at the sound of the voice.Gabriel!Did I hit my head on the floor or stairs? Am I dead? Why did I hear his voice? I want to call his name, but I can't see anything. Everything is dark, and it's getting darker and darker.

Will I see him in heaven?

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“Good. You’re awake,” a familiar voice greets me as I slowly open my eyes.

I look beside me and find …Anya Silts?It looks like her. But her face has a scar shaped like my father's seal. I know it's my father's because his men have those tattoos.

"She's ready for the show," Anya declares, and the lights in our indoor pool open. I gasp after seeing a coffin hanging above it. "Guess, who's inside, baby girl?"

I look around and find my father's men around the pool. Did they all betray him? No! It's not him inside. It's not my father inside that coffin! A man pulls a rope and opens half of the casket. My eyes blur with tears as my father appears. He's inside with his mouth taped.

"Papa!" I try to stand, but I'm tied to the chair. I close my eyes tight to remove the tears and to see my father clearly, but my vision becomes more unclear. "Get him out of there!" I demanded.

Anya wipes my tears and pulls my hair to make me see the scenes clearer. My father looks shocked seeing me. "No!" I scream when the coffin suddenly drops into the pool. I struggle on the chair and tumble on the floor with it. Anya laughs as I wriggle hard to reach the pool. "Lift him. Please!" I cry when I can no longer move my body.

I cry louder when they lift the coffin and watch as the water drains. Papa struggles to breathe as the remaining water runs down his face. Anya stands beside me. Using her foot, she pushes me to my side. I glare at him, and she replies with an evil laugh.

“Do you know how Gabriel died?” Anya asks.

I shake my head and look at my father. I scream again when the coffin drops at Anya's signal. In my anger, I move closer to her feet and bite her calf with all my might. She cries and points a gun at my head. I don't care. I'll cut her feet with my teeth even if she kills me. But she doesn't pull the trigger. Instead, she hits me on the head with the bottom of the handle.

Ringing echoes in my head as the pain numbs my body. Anya kicks me away from her and angrily stomps on me. I curl and cry from every hit. One of the men rushes and reminds her not to hurt me. Anya pushes the man and says, "I don't care."

“You want to join Papa?” Anya glares at me before giving a sign to some men. I shake in terror when they pull another coffin into the pool. “Give her what she wants.”

"No. What are you doing?" All I hear is Anya's laugh while the man unties me from the chair. I pin my feet on the floor to stop the men from dragging me to the coffin. "Anya, stop. Why are you doing this?"

"I want you to experience how you and your father killed Gabriel!" Anya answers before slapping me. She takes a bunch of my hair, twists it, and pulls it hard until my head is near her face. "You're lucky he wants to be the first. If it's up to me, you'll be on the floor now, ganged up by all these men. That is if they even want you."

“He?”

Anya ignores my question and whisks her hand. The men holding me push me towards the coffin. I keep stepping back, but they force me into the tiny space. I try to stand up, but they quickly cuff my hands and feet to the corners.

The terror makes my head spin. My heartbeats deafen me. Tears roll down to the sides of my eyes and trickle into my ears, making them itch. I don't want to beg, but I'm terrified. And so, I scream, "Please. Stop this, Anya."

Anya walks closer to the coffin with a victorious smile. I look at her with begging eyes and mouth my pleas again. Her smile turns into a laugh before she slaps me. Another man stops her. They know I shouldn't be hurt. But I would rather have a dozen slaps than be in this coffin.

“Get me out of here, Anya,” I begged.

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