Page 69 of Unholy Matrimony

Lina an I have a syn4.

Hopefully, I still have a syn.

I clutch the picture in my hand as I get up and stumble through the hall to our icon corner. My knees hit the floor and I pray. I call out to God as Jesus did on the cross.

“Let them be alive. If not for me, for them. Don’t punish my wife and child because I am a sinner. I love them, God, I love them so much. I tried to change. I asked for a different job. Was it not good enough for you? You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg. Here I am on my knees.” I break down. Oleg comes running when he hears my wails. He gets down on the floor and pulls me upright. “We will find them, Lenya. We will find them.” He holds me up and I thrust the ultrasound photo into his hand.

“I have a syn, Oleg. He needs me. Lina needs me.” Oleg pulls me up to my feet.

“Let’s find them then.”

Ilya calls and informs us Ivan is on the move. Ilya planted a tracking device on his car. He tells us to get ready, that he is coming to get us so we can follow him. Moscow will fucking burn to the ground. Until my wife and son are home, I will not stop.

My father better pray I never find him, otherwise, I will make his death the worst I have ever delivered. Anyone who helps my father is as good as dead. I run this shit now. I am dethroning my father, and every man will stand with me or die alongside him.

He wanted Lev, well now he’s got him.

Only I no longer hunt for him.

YA Lev Borisovskoy Bratvy. YA okhochus' za svoyey l'vitsey i detenyshem. Vstan' protiv menya i umri. 5

Lina:

I lay on a dirty mattress, hands bound above me to a wrought iron frame. My wrists are so sore and bloody from the weeks of being bound.

My childhood molester has repeatedly raped me over the time I have been here.

Ivan left and hadn’t come for a few days. Igor says he will be back tonight.

For a moment, I am left with my thoughts.

I feel nothing.

I can no longer pray. God is no longer listening.

Ivan has been keeping me clean, making sure I eat, and giving me my medication. He makes sure my baby lives. I save all of my strength and will to live for my baby and the hope that my muzh6 will still want me.

I’ve called out to my husband, every time Ivan defiles every inch of my body.

It angers him that I don’t cry out to him. It makes his attacks more brutal. My tears and screams fuel his cruelty. He has taken me in ways that even Lenya never did. When I had more strength, I would fight Ivan, but he always won. Ivan has taken full advantage of this fucked up arrangement he has with Igor.

Making all his little fucked up dreams come true. He makes it his mission to get me to orgasm every time he rapes me with the deluded idea that it means I secretly love him. My body betrays me every single time. I feel disgusting and dirty.

Ivan tells me I am all his now, that Lenya will never touch me again. He will take my child and leave me to Ivan. That the great Lev7 will not want a defiled wife. My mind has been playing tricks on me, thinking he is right.

Moy Lev8 wouldn’t do that, though. I am his, and even though Ivan is using my body, it still belongs to Lenya. My mind only thinks of him and our baby. My heart is only his. I replay every kiss, every touch Lenya ever gave me. It’s all I can do to keep from spiraling into a pit that I fear I won’t climb out of.

The door creaks open and footsteps make their way to the bed.

“Did you miss me, Lina?” Ivan’s face comes into view, tears well up in my eyes.

My heart sinks at the sound of his voice. I feel my stomach churn at the sound of his belt unbuckling and seeing his fly undone. The mattress dips down and Ivan grabs ahold of my face, leaning in and kissing my lips. Bile rises and I vomit on him. His menacing laugh fills the room.

“Oh, Lina. A little vomit will not stop me from having you.” He grabs a towel and wipes his face and mine.

“Are you ready for me, Lina? I have missed your tight pussy. It’s been too long since I have had you.”

I pray one last time, but not to the God in heaven. I call out for moy lev9. For him to deliver death to Ivan and Igor. I pray my silent prayer as Ivan flips my body over and takes every ounce of faith I have left with his unrelenting thrusts.

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