Our Flame

lvii

warning on this whole chapter
NADIA

One month of being here with my father. One month of not seeing my family. One month of not seeing Ezra.

I've grown closer to Oscar, I can trust that he wouldn't hurt me. He visits me as much as he can and always reminds me that this is all temporary yet it doesn't feel temporary.

I've fallen back into the same routine that I fought so hard to get out of. Waking up just to be beaten by my father, everyday his motive changes.

A month ago, he wanted his file- so he beat me. Yesterday, I was the reason he kills people. I don't respond when he beats me. I've begged before and I'll never do it again.

"You have to eat something." Oscar tells me. I shake my head, "You haven't eaten in days." He reminds.

Eating isn't on my mind, the pain coursing through my body is. Yesterday my father allowed his men to hit me, while I was unconscious. He told me that I should be grateful for being unconscious but that's worse.

When I'm unconscious, I'm not in control of my body. Oscar tries to protect me while I'm out but he can't be there all the time.

I never found out who left the handprint on my thigh, but today bruising leads up to my inner thigh. "I'm sorry I wasn't there." Oscar apologizes.

Oscar had to send a shipment for my father, and I can't help but think that my father planned it. He sees how much time I spend with Oscar, I know he does.

"It's okay." I whisper. My eyes find their way to my bruised arms, my wrists still cuffed. I look up as the door opens.

"She's not eating again." Oscar stands. My father hums in response. "Stand her up." He orders. Oscar pulls me up as gently as he could. "We have a very busy day." My father smiles.

I turn to Oscar when my father exits, us following close behind. "I don't know." Oscar whispers, he looks just as confused as me.

"Tie her up." My father orders when we get to a room. My body is quickly snatched from Oscar's hold. The man quickly restrains my wrist before I could do anything.

Soon enough I'm chained to a piece of wall. I watch while my father fidgets with a camera that's pointed right at me. "There, now the whole family can see." The camera glows red.

THIRD PERSON

Nadia struggles against her restraints not wanting her family to see her like this. "Let's begin." Her father sickly smiles.

Nadia tenses when he comes over to her with a knife in hand, "If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't do it with a knife." He mumbles cutting a piece of her shirt.

She looks down at her now revealed side, her whole body freezes when she realizes what's about to happen. "You don't have to do this."

"Oh but I want to, Дочь." He laughs. "You're my blood, it seems that's been forgotten. I'm giving you a reminder, be grateful."

translation: daughter

"Gianna start tracking the location." Vadim orders from the house. "I'm trying." Gianna taps multiple keys.