Vermillion

46

Circe suddenly woke up to a commotion.

"Wake her the fuck up Michail" an Italian man roared.

Her eyes were blurry and her mind hazy, but she remembered everything from before she passed out.

"Continue working doctor" Michail ordered.

The doctor pulled out some operating instruments, pulled down Circe's pants and opened her legs.

He didn't realise she was awake.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he roared.

"I'm getting rid of the creature you put inside of her Marchesi" he spat "She doesn't want it"

Circe tried to speak but she couldn't, she wanted to tell Raffaele that he was lying, that she wanted nothing more than to keep his baby, but her mouth was too dry, and she was too weak.

"If you fucking touch her I will blow your fucking brains out!" he roared.

The doctor paused, looking up at Michail for assistance.

"I'll do it my fucking self if you don't" he growled at the doctor.

"No you fucking won't" Raffaele bellowed, grabbing something heavy from the counter and hitting the doctor across the head with it, the man hit the floor with a thud, blood oozing from his head.

He had no weapons on him, Nikolai had made sure of that before taking him into the jeep.

"What are you doing?" Michail screeched, a crazed look in his eyes.

He shoved Raffaele out of the room and grabbed the trolly Circe was on, rolling her out and into an elevator.

They went down two floors, back to the basement and he aggressively pushed the trolley in, the force making her hit the wall.

Raffaele ran in, with Michail following, the door being locked behind them.

He walked over to where Circe was lying.

"Rise and shine sweetheart!" he shouted in a deranged voice, untying her and throwing her off of the bed, onto the floor.

She was wearing nothing but a nightdress, without underwear as the doctor had already removed them.

She crawled over to Raffaele with as much strength as she could muster, and was relieved when she felt him take her into his arms warmly.

Michail slid a metal table over in front of them, dragging Circe out of Raffaele's arms and placing her on the other side of the table so they were facing each other.

He placed a gun on the table.

"Are you asking us to kill you or something?" Raffaele spat.

"Oh don't worry, I have my own gun, if either of you try anything, you all die. Including that pest" he snapped, pointing at Circe's stomach.

"Then what is it for Kuznetsov, get to the point" Raffaele snapped back.

"It's for a game" he smiled like a madman.

"A game?" Circe asked, regaining some of her strength but still tired from the anaesthetic.

"It's a game of chance" he began, toying with his own gun in his hands.

"There are six chambers in the gun, but only one chamber has a bullet in it" he told them "All you guys really have to do is shoot each other until someone dies" he said, as if it was as simple as making a cake.

"And if we don't?" Circe asked "I thought you guys wanted me back in your lives?" she asked.

"The rest of them do, not me in particular. Seeing as how you want to keep that baby you are of no use to me" he told her.