SEDUCTIVE | t.k.

forty five

fuck lattes, fuck vanilla, and fuck vanilla iced lattes.

also... fuck aleksi AND mstislav.

i've been in this dingy room for god knows how long. you would think i would get a nice room because of how much aleksi loves me, no matter what he did. he has a soft spot for me, would come back running if i let him. so for him to treat me like this...hurts. not because i'm in love with him or anything, but because i deserve at least better conditions. not some guy three times my age beating me up and using me like i'm some punching bag. maybe a nice white walled room, with a bed and a shower. i'm sure other prisoners have it better than me right now, in jail or not.

"vikkie" aleksi's voice rang throughout the dark dingy room. it smelt like mold and looked like it too, concrete everything. with a small two way mirror. viktoria was currently chained to a small black chair, in the middle of the dimly lit room. she felt like she was in some fbi military movie with the way it looked - it was so... stereotypical. now if she was aleksi, she would've put her in a cushioned white wall place. like the ones they put people with straight jackets in. so at least she could entertain herself with it. run to the walls and watch as it bounces her back.

"aleksi" she sang back in the same annoying voice, if there was one thing about aleksi. he hated being mocked, but he also hated disrespect. two things he'll always get from viktoria.

"how are you chernaya koshka" he asked brushing his fingers against the many cuts and bruises she had

"great, though i wish you put me in a better room. this one is so bland, i feel like every other prisoner you've had. i would've done it better though" she replied smirking at the slight anger he held. he brushed his thumb against her lips, though it was a dumb choice on his part and she bit it - and hard. he yelled curses, slapping viktoria hard in response. she felt a metallic taste form in her mouth.

"why'd you do that, i just wanted a taste" she smiled sickly, it was a sight to see from aleksi. his sweet viktoria was gone and replaced with a witch. her hair was darker and longer than ever, it was greasy and all over the place. her black eyeshadow and mascara was all over her face, the remains of her red lipstick was smudged all over she mouth. it matched the blood smudged over her teeth. her blue eyes were darker and icy, waiting for the moment to pounce.

"when will you respect me viktoria, i didn't want to do this to you. you forced me to after the race. do you know how weak i looked, the laughing stock i became?" he said harshly gripping her face. his hair was longer now, still as short as a buzz cut but was obviously grown out. his facial hair was growing out, his usual clean cut self seemed to diminish.

"i'll never respect you vybljadok" she gritted out

"i'll make sure you do" he smiled sickly before roughly letting go of her face and walking out. not before muttering something to the thirty something year old man. she knew he was going to beat her up...again.

***

it had been a month since aleksi had taken her, the only way she found that out was the guards talking about school starting for their children. viktoria felt bad for the kids, to have a man like that be their father.

she had also assumed she was out of russia, maybe out of europe. as the room was also hot, even in the nights it only cooled down very little. russia was known for being cold - for a reason, because it was. so being in a hot room, with obviously no heating unit only met one thing. she was out of russia and probably northern europe.

the only thing aleksi ever did right in this whole thing other than moving her out of russia was the meals. he obviously didn't want her to die, or at least from starvation as they gave her plenty of meals. two or three with a snack.

the men had gotten rougher with beatings, started using more torture methods. knives, burns, all of the fun stuff. she didn't know exactly why, other than respect for aleksi. he'd come in everyday if she wasn't passed out from blood loss or exhaustion. he'd talk to her, gain her respect. she never obliged, she'd rather die than do so. it wasn't that bad as people thought, she knew she was getting treated better than most. she tried to figure a way out; but it was impossible. the chains were smeltered shut. the iron door had multiple locks, the window would make too much noise. she didn't have a way out without atleast one weapon. which she didn't have, they were meticulous and that's what made it hard.

she was going to be stuck here for god knows how long. she had given up and she hoped the others did too.