Page 46 of Code of Captivity

Pasha began to struggle against the straps holding him on the surgical bed. While Olya was tied to the hand trolley so she would witness her husband's torture, but it wasn't enough for the evil old bitch. Their mouths were gagged for now, but it wouldn't be long until their screams filled the room.

“Vadik use the eye speculums on Olya. I don't want her to miss anything,” I said to him before turning to Viktor. “Make sure her eyes don't dry out.”

“A marvellous idea, Pakhan,” Vadik said, snapping his gloves on with relish, the excitement ringing in his voice.

He scurried to the far side of the room, rummaging in the shadows until he returned with his tools. He wasn't gentle, but when she began to shake her head, Viktor intervened and grabbed her hair with both hands, holding her still as the doctor did his job.

I smiled coldly at their combined muffled screams of terror. My fingers itching to begin recording their demise, but it was too early for that yet. Once they were finished securing Olya’s eyes, I walked toward them, standing between the husband and wife, who were unwittingly clueless as to why they were tangled in Bratva business.

“I am Adrik Ilyin, the Pakhan of the Brotherhood. Do you remember Ania?” I asked, staring into Pasha’s wide, dark eyes, watching the flicker of recognition before the fear swallowed it up.

When I looked at Olya, she was staring at her husband. I smiled. She might not need the eye speculum after all. The accusatory look and brief glimmer of anger spoke volumes. I enjoyed seeing how the sadistic doctor had spread the speculum to their maximum capacity.

“You took something that didn't belong to you, old man. You touched someone you never should have laid a finger on. Both of you tortured an orphan child,” I said as the anger within me began to burn my insides at the word orphan. My Bunny was me, and I was her. “Well, today is judgment day for your sins,” I said, finishing off coldly.

I glanced at Vadik, who held the tiny scalpel that glinted under the bright light, before nodding to him. “Begin,” I said, reaching over to pull the dirty rag from Pasha’s mouth.

Viktor removed Olya’s, and I handed him the rag I held, not wanting to get any part of Pasha’s DNA on me. As the doctor made the first incision close to Pasha’s shoulder, I pulled my phone out to record the audio in the room. Vadik was swift and precise with his incisions. The scalpel sliced down to his belly, with blood pooling and dripping down Pasha’s body.

Oh, but the screams and pleas. Those beautiful screams drowned out the memory of my Bunny’s heartbreaking sobs.

“I tried to stop him, I—” Olya wailed.

I swivelled around and slapped her face so hard that I thought the speculum would come out, but it remained in place.

“Liar, you starved a child and treated her worse than an animal,” I roared, unleashing my fury, leaving her to whimper as I turned away from her to see Vadik peeling away Pasha’s skin, opening him up like a pair of curtains.

Viktor went to stand beside the doctor, peering at the exposed ribs and organs. The doctor put the scalpel down and lifted the rib cutter while I watched Pasha’s terror. The wet crunching sounds joined the screams as Vadik cut through the ribcage. Within mere minutes, he carefully lifted the sternum and ribs as if they were a crown.

I stared at the culprits, my heart pounding as hard as Pasha’s exposed one. This was for Bunny. I was her fucking monster for as long as our hearts beat. My eyes narrowed on Pasha as his shock set in.

“Vadik, do whatever is necessary but keep him awake,” I said to him, but a delayed scream filled the room, and my concern faded away as the pleasure of watching them suffer returned.

Viktor remained silent, but his eyes blazed as he watched the doctor work. He glanced up at me and shook his head, which would appear to be admonishment, but his slow smile was one of admiration.

The live autopsy had only just begun.

Chapter 30

Ania

When he climbed into bed, I knew he’d showered and not in our bedroom. I narrowed my eyes in the dark. He usually slept naked or wore shorts, so he must have taken a shower in another part of the house. I eased up on my pillow when the glow from his phone lit up the room and part of his face. He was smiling down at the phone. My suspicion grew, but I couldn't see the screen. I inched up a little more.

“Seriously, Bunny, if you want to see my phone, just ask me,” he said, his smile widening.

“Why didn't you shower here?” I asked, trying and failing to keep my tone neutral.

He turned to look at me before twisting around to switch the lamp on.

“Did you think I was fucking another woman?” he said, clearly amused.

“How do I know what you get up to?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “You hold all the control,Master.”

“Jealous and disrespectful,” he mused as he homed in on my caustic ‘Master’. “That deserves severe punishment.”

I opened my mouth to speak but realised I would only increase whatever sadistic punishment he was cooking up, so I closed it again. To my shock, he handed me his phone.

There was an audio named Bunny’s Lullaby. I pressed play and listened to—screams, terrified screams, until I heardhervoice. There was the sound of a slap and crying before Adrik spoke.

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