I am Ukrainian🇺🇦. (A VLODYMYR ZELENSKYY FANFIC)

Chapter 13

Vova's thoughts were spinning around in his head, how could he think like that, he has to stay positive. The thoughts keep racing through his mind despite the feeble attempts of pushing them away.He clenches his jaw as a sickening bile rises in his throat, he runs to the bathroom dropping his phone in the process. He heaves into the toilet, his hands gripping the porcelain bowl so tight he thinks it might break. He stays kneeling over the toilet long after he’s finished, his hands cold against the harsh tiles.

"Our memories help guide us, whether they are of pain, loss, or joy. They will help us find our way to the light, in our own mind, or even within the Force." I told him once. This now probably is more true than ever.

My head is throbbing, I try to open my eyes but it feels like they are stapled closed. I'm so exhausted but musters up the energy to finally open my eyes, I looks around the room, my memories are slowly returning. It is pitch black but from what I can make out I'm is in a small cell or cupboard maybe. I'm chained up, sitting against a concrete wall, the cuffs digging into my wrists and I can feel blood trickle down my fingers from the unforgiving, tight chains. I stretch my legs out, only to be met by another wall, only half a metre away.

I has never considered myself  to be claustrophobic but when you're trapped in a half meter by half meter concrete box, well that's never comforting. I was panicking too much to realise how much pain I was in, my head feels like it is on fire, there is a stinging pain that echos out from my neck, my stomach and back aches.

I can’t see but maybe that is a good thing, not being able to see all the bruises and cuts littering my body. My throat is dry and parched, I use what saliva I has left to lick my cracking lips only to meet a searing pain that runs through my face, I quickly retreat my tongue and realises my lip is bleeding and dripping down my chin.

I breathes in deeply, trying to bury the pain that is radiating through my whole body, I leans forward, determined to find a way out but  I'm stopped by a harsh tightness to my throat, I jump back against the wall. I move my hands, the cuffs digging further into my wrists, to touch around my neck, of course, another chain knotted around my neck.

I lean my head back against the harsh concrete, the sounds of my breathing echoed through the small room
I close my eyes, but it doesn’t matter if they are open or closed, it is pitch black either way.  I'm exhausted and aching everywhere, but too scared to fall asleep, if I fall asleep I would be vulnerable, again.

I sit there, for hours or even days, time has no meaning in this concrete box, all I know is thirst, hunger and most of all pain.

“So Jorja, I’m Brady and this, well, we call him Boulder”
My hope plummet down, they told me their names, the chances of them letting me go just went from slim to nothing.

Brady crouches down to meet me eye level “Here’s how things are gonna work, you will do what we say and we might let you go…”  I collect up what moisture I hve left in my mouth and spit  Brady in the face. The tall man stands up, wiping his face with a handkerchief he pulls from his suit pocket, he laughs and starts walking out the door, he stops but doesn’t look back at me “You're going to regret that, Jorja.”

Boulder licks his lower lip and laughs at my distress before clenching his fist and punching my cheekbone. The forceful movement throws my head back against the concrete, I winch and hangs my head low, the pain radiating through my whole head..

I lift my head back up just as another fist lands in my ribs, I try to curl up into a ball and contain the pain but the chains stop me. The air is knocked out of my lungs and I breathe rapidly, trying to replace the craved oxygen. Another punch lands on my collarbone as I hears a crack, a stabbing sensation runs up my neck and shoulder.  Another punch lands against my head, and another one to my chest and then another one and another one until I mercifully pass out, leaving the pain and screaming behind.

"Where is he" the tall one ask. "Go fuck yoursef I tell them" the small one looks at he tall one with wide eyes before abruptly lunging towards me and clasping onto my shoulder it was the side that I suspected my collar bone has been broken. Boulder cackles madly and grips tighter, pushing my shoulder back towards the wall. I instinctively try to move back with my shoulder, pain sears up through my neck shoulder and chest, Boulder slowly forces my shoulder in the direction behind my back until a sickening pop stuns my body and fills my ears. 

"Again where is Zelenskyy hiding?" the small one asks.
"In he's skin dipshits" I answer

Boulder pulls a lighter out from his pocket and flashes a grin at me“You know one of the only things more painful than being repeatedly slashed by a blade for hours, is being repeatedly slashed by a searing hot blade for hours.”He holds the lighter on, heating up the blade for a few more minutes. He rips my’s shirt off and slices the blade down my chest in various different areas, he presses the blade up against many areas of my body to leave brutal, simmering burn marks. This was when I noticed my flight suit was no longer on me.

"Where is Zelenskyy hiding?" the small one asks again. "Go get fucked" I tell them.

Boulder walks in holding a hose and turns it on, mercilessly blasting me with the cold, harsh water.After what seemed like hours (and could have been) the hose finally stops.

"I'm asking again where is Zelenskyy?" "Fuck you" I said as I passed out.

This time when I woke up I got sprayed with water again but also shocked with a electric cattle probe. I dont know how long that lasted.

When I woke up again I was in a grass field. I walked until I realized I was about 3km from Bonkova.

I walked through the first check point when one of the guards came and picked me up he carried me to Bonkava.

I knew the smell I could identify the carpet. Both my eyes were swolen shut at this point. But the voices was familiar.

Until one Voice came. Vova....He hugged me it was dark inside with minimal lights. He realized I didnt hug back but. Noted my hair was wet, I was shivering and my flight suit was wet also. He picked me up and carried me to our bedroom. He had me sit at the end of the bed. He stood in front of me when I fell forward. He caught me and as he held me in his arm my hair fell from my face he could see the injuries inflected on me. I managed a small smile even if my jaw was dislocated and managed to say his name. Then my heart stopped. Vova yelled for help. Medics came rushing in trying to save me. Vova sat next to me holding my hand when one of the medics cut away my flight suit. He got up and rushed to the bathroom he heaves into the toilet. When he heard one of the medics say "finally I thought we lost her." he got up weakly walking back into our room. They informed him they were taking me to the hospital.