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I wake up with a pounding, intense pain radiating throughout my head.
My memory is blury and I can't remember why my head hurts so damn much.
I move to sit up, only to be met with a sharp tug at my wrists. I look up to see my hands connected to the headboard with handcuffs. Fear instantly settles in me when I realise I'm not in Viktor's room, and I'm not in a room I recognise.
The sharpness of the breeze in the room forces me to look down, only to see I'm in nothing.
No.
Wrists bound with handcuffs.
Cold room.
Stripped naked.
But- Viktor said he was dealing with him. In a cell.
Painful memories begin to replay in my mind.
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I wake up in a cold, bare room. I'm still naked with my hands still bound. A bed sheet has been carelessly thrown on top of me, barely covering anything and providing little warmth.
It's been 6 weeks since I've been like this.
In a freezing cold room - God knows where - and bound to a bed, being fed and watered once a week. I can feel my body and will power deteriorating by the second as they tick by painfully slow.
This bed is too uncomfortable to sleep in, and even if it was, the fear and terror keeps me awake at night. So as the exhaustion hits my body and I feel myself falling asleep, I feel somewhat relieved. My eyes become heavy and my tense body loosens slightly.
Until I hear the door.
"Moya sladkaya detka." [My sweet baby.]
"Gotov k drugomu raundu, dorogoy?" [Ready for another round, sweetheart?"]
"Net. Please, I can't. Stop. Please!"
Vladimir climbs on top of me - still fully clothed - and begins placing hideous kisses all over my body. Tears pour down my face as I pointlessly beg him to stop.
"Shhhhh, detka. I'll be gentle. Obeshchayu." [I promise.]
That time, he was anything but.
More vicious.
More aggressive.
More hateful.
*
"Hey, detka. You're awake."
No.
"I thought I'd add a little twist to our time together." he laughs.
I lay my head down and stare up at the ceiling, refusing to even look at him.
Memories of last night begin to become clearer and clearer in my mind as my brain reminds me of how I ended up here like this.
Me and Viktor have been watching The Vampire Diaries for about three and a half hours now. The pizza had been finished off over an hour ago, and now we were snacking on chocolates.
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