Craving Russo

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

This would have to be the worst moment of my life, I felt violated, my inner child self is praying for death at this point, my skin filled with marks, blood, bites I feel disgusted, I feel weak, I feel unworthy to be loved, to be cared for, to live on this earth, I've been tied up to the ceiling for a week now, I don't feel pain, nor did I get hungry, I just want to die at this point,

Adam did the absolute worst to me, he would use his 'toys' as he states for pleasure, but really they harmed my body that I'm afraid will scar me for life, Adam would fuck me in different places, I felt nothing, no pleasure, no pain, as I am numb, no sense of feeling anymore, I was his doll, and he did what he wanted

I haven't slept for a week, because every time I closed my eyes, I see Alexander, I miss him so much, just to be in his arms again, I miss his touch, his smell, his brown eyes those brown eyes, his smile, his laughter, I need him to hold me, but I'm afraid that he will not look at me the same nor look at me, he would probably leave me, I'm better off dead

As I thought maybe the prick will give me a day to relax he walks into the room, he brings a black bag sets it off the couch, oh lord what is he going to do to me now, "aw darling look at you, ah my artwork, however, I won't be able to play with you today, as I have an important matter to attend too" Oh thank fuck "but, Mr Dawn gets to play with you today"

He walks up to me placing his filthy hands on my chin, he forces his lips on me, I refuse to let him kiss me, so I bite his bottom lip causing him to bleed, once I let go, he walks backwards trying to find his balance, he touches his lips with his fingers as he stares at the blood if only I could do more,

"Oh darling, you're going to regret that, you little bi.."

"Adam, I believe today is my day, now fuck off"

"Where's Angelo Scar?"

"His father had called to ask him to come back to Russia as soon as possible as there was a shipment complication" fucking Scar, I trusted him, fucking pig I will end his life,

"Very well, I'll be back tomorrow, have fun with our toy Scar"

"Oh, I will"

Adam looks at me one more time before leaving the room, Scar and I were left, a few moments later he walks closer to me, I can't take it anymore, I'm broken, I have no energy left in me, I'm done

Scar pulls out a knife and starts to cut the ropes off me, as I was untied I fell onto the floor, oh my lord my legs are gone, "quickly Miss Rose we don't have much time", wait what, I wanted to speak but I lost my voice, I can't speak, "Please Miss Rose, I'll explain everything in the car" I didn't have the voice to agree nor disagree all I could do was nod,

Scar lifts me up bridal style carrying me down the stair, I still had no clue where we were, but I could not wait to get out of here, for once I closed my eyes, as I felt somewhat safe, I finally sleep, getting lost into darkness,

I wake up to the sound of Scar on the phone, I open my eyes slowly adjusting to the natural light coming from the window, I look around to find a small kitchen in front of me, I presume the living room to my left and an open bathroom to my right, where the hell am I,

I lift my head up to face Scar, who the fuck is he? I clearly don't know Scar at all,

"Miss Rose, I'm glad that you are awake, you have been asleep for three days now" Wow three days what a nap, but somehow I am still tired, I look down on my body to find stitches and bandages around my body, I was left in a bra and shorts "I'm sorry Miss Rose, but I needed easy access to clean your stitches, there's a long t-shirt next to you if you would like to feel comfortable in and there's apple juice and a piece of toast, please eat"

I pull the shirt onto my body, I took a bit of the toast, oh food how I missed you, I look at my hands to find bruises and bite marks, oh lord I probably look hideous, but right now I can't afford to be weak I need answers,

"Scar care to explain what the fuck is going on? You were helping Adam and Angelo this whole time? And where the fuck are we?" Scar drinks his last sip of coffee headed towards the kitchen, he places his mug down, placing both hands on the countertop, "Miss Rose, I will need you to promise me to let me finish talking before you kill me" "I don't make promises Scar and you know that, but please explain, I have nothing better to do" expect planning your death if this ends badly,

"OkayMiss Rose, I'll start from the beginning"