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Torture was so enjoyable. Yerik let her sweat. Let her feel the full terror of her situation. “You will have nothing to say about it, my dear. You are mine. I OWN YOU.” He gestured lazily in her direction. “And once you’re rid of that brat you’re carrying, then Dr. Zapata is going to monitor you. She wants your uterus to be receptive and ready.”
Sky backed against the padded wall, staring at him. “What are you raving about? Receptive for what?” She saw Yerik’s thick lips twist.
“She is going to impregnate you with my sperm, Sky. And you will become pregnant. This time, with MY son. You see? You took Vlad from me. And I must have a son to give my empire to someday. So, I’ve chosen you to carry my son. Just karma. Don’t you think?”
The words shattered through Sky. She gasped, her eyes rounding as she heard Alexandrov’s plan for her. “NO!” she screamed. “I will NOT carry your bastard!”
Yerik was up on his feet, swiftly covering the distance. He grabbed Sky, his fingers wrapping around her throat. He slammed her against the padded wall. The door swung open, and two soldiers stepped in. They grabbed her arms, holding her firmly against the wall. Sky sputtered, her face turning red. She tried to kick out. Yerik easily avoided her flailing feet. Smiling, he held her throat just tight enough to shut off some, but not all of her air. “Now,” he snarled into her waxen face, her eyes filled with terror, with the realization she was his in every possible way, “you are going to be the mother to all MY children. You are going to understand what it means that I own you.” Yerik suddenly released her. The soldiers let go of her as well. Sky collapsed to the floor, hand against her throat, gagging for breath.
Yerik stepped back. “Take her to the deprivation cell. Make sure she has food and water.” He smiled down at Sky as she sank weakly to her hands and knees, sobbing rawly. “You know,” he drawled, leaning down, sliding his fingers through her hair and jerking her head up so he could look into her eyes, “deprivation is a swift, brutal way to break a person’s spirit. You need to be broken, and I promise, I will break you…” He pushed Sky down hard, hearing her cry out as she slammed to the floor.
“Take her there now!” and Yerik spun on his heel, leaving the room.
Sky shut her eyes, feeling the soldiers slide their hands beneath her armpits, hauling her upright. Faint, black dots still dancing in front of her eyes, she couldn’t fight, her feet not working properly. They dragged her out of the room. They took her two doors down and put her into a dark room that had no lighting. The light spilling in from the hallway revealed the rough shapes of a table and a chair, the entire room padded like the other one. In the corner was a toilet. There was an old mattress, stained with blood and other fluids, in the other corner. They jerked her over to the mattress and let her collapse upon it. In moments, they were gone, the door shut with a finality that made her panic. It was pitch black. There was no light, anywhere.
Oh, Cal…
CHAPTER 17
July 12
Sky sat onthe mattress, back against the padded wall, arms wrapped around her drawn up knees. Tears trickled down her cheeks and she tried not to sob. Her throat burned and ached where Alexandrov had grabbed and choked her. She’d been so shocked by his sudden violence that she’d completely forgotten how to fight back. But what good would it have done anyway? Sky knew she was being watched all the time and it made her feel desperate, like a caged wild animal with no place to hide. Her heart swung back to the baby she carried. Cal’s baby.
As she settled down, the adrenaline crashing through her finally dissipating, Sky slid her arms around her belly, rocking a little, feeling her way through the fact she was pregnant. The signs had been there all along. Why hadn’t she recognized them? Swallowing painfully, she noticed the throbbing in her throat was gradually subsiding. The past month she’d been vomiting but hadn’t thought anything of it. At first, Sky thought it was flu. Or that some food odors repelled her, making her suddenly nauseous. Her stomach would roil, and so many times here at the villa, Sky thought her reaction was triggered by the stress of being kidnapped by Alexandrov.
It had been over an hour since they had thrown her in this dark room. Sky slowly got up, dying of thirst. The room was stuffy and the humidity heavy. Feeling as if she were starving for a breath of fresh air, Sky kept her hands out in front of her, knowing that in the center of the room was a table. There was a pitcher of water on it and a paper cup. Finding it, she sat down and poured the water with shaking hands. She was pregnant. Would the stress of all this harm her baby? Would she miscarry? Above all, Sky did not want to lose Cal’s baby. She sat there, fear and grief roiling through her. Hanging her head, her hands wrapped around the glass, she shook.
The thought of Dr. Zapata coming to abort her baby made her nauseous again. Her stomach revolted. Sky vomited violently. She kept retching, arms against her stomach as she leaned over, head between her legs. Her mouth burned with acid. Tears squeezed out of her eyes. She floundered with her hand, finding the glass of water. She took a drink, swishing it around. Where was the toilet? She couldn’t see it, everything suffocatingly black. She was afraid to get up, feeling that if she did, she’d collapse. Spitting the water out on the ground, she cleaned out her mouth. The horrible stench of the vomit made her stomach roil again.
The darkness, the airless room closed in on Sky. She tried to remember SERE, tried to remember what to do to combat the despair tunneling through her. She finished the water and then pushed the chair back from the table. Getting up, holding on to the chair, Sky moved in slow, unsure steps, trying to locate the mattress. Once she found it, she collapsed upon it, laying on her side in a fetal position, her arms around her stomach, trying to protect her unborn child. She knew Yerik would force her to have the abortion. More than likely, Dr. Zapata would be forced to do it because the bastard would threaten her life and family if she didn’t. Oh, God, what was she going to do?
July 14
Yerik smiled ashe watched Sky laying on the mattress in a fetal position. She’d been in the deprivation room for two days. Once a day, ample amounts of food were delivered and plenty of fresh water was always available for her on the table. He’d watched Sky begin to lose ground with herself. It had been enjoyable watching her slowly surrender to the inevitable. He had infrared cameras installed in the room and he could see her every expression. She’d been vomiting two to three times every day, much to his delight. He was sure the stench of the vomit was making her even more miserable.Good.He wanted to break her. That way, she would become compliant. Sky had no way to bathe, no way to clean herself. Deprivation did wonders to a person when everything was taken away from them. It was an easy form of torture, and given Sky’s hormonal state, knowing he was going to rip that brat out of her uterus shortly, she had to be going through a very special hell. All of it, Yerik knew, would begin to dismantle Sky’s desire to escape, to fight back.
In a few more days, Dr. Zapata was driving to his villa with her assistant, and she would abort the fetus Sky carried. He’d ordered the doctor to do whatever necessary to force Sky to have the abortion. The doctor had assured him she would give Sky a shot to make her go unconscious and then perform a D&C. He was going to be in that room, watching the doctor do it. He didn’t trust Zapata at all. He smiled a little. That thrilled Yerik. There was nothing like ultimate control over another human being, and he was going to take extra pleasure in watching it all unfold.
“I’m going down to see her. Get the guard to open the door. And turn on the lights as the door opens. I want to surprise the bitch.”
The guard nodded, giving a quick call to the two men who stood outside the deprivation room.
The door was opened for Yerik. The stench of vomit assailed his sensitive nostrils. The lights suddenly flashed on. He heard Sky give a sudden cry, her hands reflexively moving up to her eyes, turning away from the light where she lay on the mattress. Yerik smiled to himself as he jerked the chair away from the table and sat it a few feet opposite of the mattress. Sky’s face was pale, her lips drawn back in a grimace as she slowly sat up, hands protective against her eyes.
“Do you have any idea of how long you have been in here?” Yerik asked her in a gentle tone.
Sky shook her head. Her heart pounded with fear. The light blinded her. She could see nothing. But Alexandrov had entered, and she could feel him nearby. Fresh air tunneled into the room and Sky desperately dragged in huge draughts of it.
Yerik spread his thighs open, placed his elbows on them, hands clasped between them. “Time is a funny thing,” he went on in a quiet tone. “You lose track of it with only the darkness. Just being alone with yourself and your thoughts. It’s amazing how the mind will turn and spiral downward when there is no light. We humans are dependent upon it.” Yerik watched Sky lift her head, squinting, her brow furrowed, hands guarding her eyes. The light was very low, as a matter of fact, but he knew from experience that for eyes going without light for that long, it would be exceedingly painful when they were suddenly exposed to it. He smiled a little, watching tears running freely down her drawn cheeks. Sky had eaten little. She’d vomited at least twice a day like clockwork. It had to be due to the pregnancy. That, or the extreme stress. Yerik knew one of the vagal nerve responses to stress was vomiting.Perfect.He had her exactly where he wanted her.
“Tell me, Sky? Would you like to get out of this room?”
“Yes,” she rasped, her voice hoarse from disuse.
“Well, there’s always a price to pay for your freedom, eh? You were a bad girl. You tried to run away from me. And you see what you get? Time in the deprivation room. It’s not pleasant, is it?”
Sky shook her head, her eyes watering nonstop as the light stabbed into them. The pain was excruciating. She could do little other than try to shade her barely opened eyes, the tears streaming down her face. She felt so out of control.
“Well then,” Yerik went on in a pleasant tone, “I need to you ask me nicely to leave this room. If you ask, I shall grant your wish.” Compliance started with the prisoner being forced to ask something of his or her captor. It was the first step in controlling the prisoner. He saw her lips thin, saw her lick the lower one, her head bowed against her knees she hugged against her body. Yerik smiled as he saw her tremble.
