Page 76 of Sergei
I don’t run.
I don’t scream.
There is no fight left in me,
only the echo of his voice
And the ghost of his touch.
They can pick me apart,piece by piece.
I don’t care.
Without him,
I am already gone.
I wishedI had my journal. Then, I could write the words down. My final thoughts before the darkness completely consumed me. The idea vanished from my thoughts the second I heard footsteps. They were assured, determined, and they were coming towards me. My breath caught when the lock clicked, and the door swung open.
I was expecting it to be one of the men who’d brought me to this place, but the man who filled the doorway was much more sinister. He was tall and lean with jet black hair that was brushed back to reveal his eyes. They were the color of glass, cold and sharp, and there was a single teardrop tattoo just below the corner of his lashes.
There were more tattoos on his wrists and neck, but the shadows made it difficult to make them out. He stepped forward and looked at me like I was a prize as he snarled, “She’s even more beautiful in person.”
I didn’t respond.
I couldn’t.
Numbness from earlier had faded, and I was truly afraid. I sat up and inched back on the bed as he yammered on, “Beautiful or not, no pussy is worth betraying the family. Just shows how weak he truly is. I look forward to watching him crumble.”
The words had barely left his mouth when he lunged towards me. He was close enough for me to see the scar at his jaw and twitch at the corner of his mouth when he pierced the needle into the thick of my thigh. The prick burned like ice sliding into my veins.
My heart started to race, and then, a strange, slow, invisible blanket fell over me. “Get used to the feeling. This is how it will be for you until we’ve used you up, and no one can stand the sight of you.”
My mouth opened, but no sound came. I tried to move, but my limbs refused to obey. The light started to fade, and I found myself thinking of Sergei. Not his face. I didn’t have the strength to force the memory, but I had his name. I let it echo in my mind. My eyelids grew heavy, and it was becoming harder and harder to stay awake.
I could feel his hands on me, and then I felt my leggings slide down my legs. And then everything went dark.
I woke up in a haze. My eyelids were so heavy I could barely open my eyes. My breaths were strained and heavy, but my awareness was starting to creep back in. It came in pieces. Sounds first. A rattle of chain. A soft brush of fabric. Then, the weight and ache in my shoulders.
It wasn’t until then that I realized that my arms were stretched over my head, and my wrists were bound to something I couldn’t see. My legs trembled as the drug’s haze began to thin, leaving me nauseous with a taste of metal on my tongue. I tried to blink the haze away, and I finally started to register where I was.
I was in the living room, standing in the center of the stage. The cool air bit against my skin, and when I looked down, I was horrified to find that the only thing covering me was Sergei’s shirt. It was unbuttoned, and I had no bra. Just my panties and a pair of heels that weren’t mine.
The man hadn’t undressed me to violate me. He had something much more sinister in mind for me. My eyes adjusted to the dark corners of the room, and that’s when it hit me.
I wasn’t alone.
He was there.
Watching me.
, His lips curled into an evil smirk as he snickered, “There she is. I was wondering when you were going to join the party.”
“Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?”
“There’s no fun in that.”
“Why are you doing this?”
