My Biggest Obsession

𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

♪ Ava- Akxu ♪

| Ivory |

Thirteen years old.

A bucket of freezing water is being spilled on my face to wake me up.

"It's time to wake up Ivory. Get up." Kirill's voice echoes in the room.

I'm shaking because of the coldness. My clothes are soaked.

I want to go home. I want to see my mom. It feels like it's been years since I'm here. Today is my birthday. I'm thirteen now. I don't want to be with Kirill. I want to be with my mama, and my brothers at home. But Kirill says that he's my home. He calls me his daughter. I'm not his daughter though but I let him think whatever he wants because otherwise he could hit me. Him or the bad men. I don't want them to hit me. It hurts every time. I always have bruises after they "punish me" like they said.
First the bruise is blue, or purple, then it turns green, and it finishes by a shade of yellow I hate. Eventually it fades away, but they never let me heal completely so I always have bruises on my body. All of these colors; Mom would say it's like a rainbow.

But I don't like this one. He's ugly. He makes me sad; these colors are hurting me.

I try to act like Kirill wants though, sometimes he can be nice to me. He brushes my hair, or touches my cheek. But most of the time he's mean. He yells a lot. It scares me. He said that crying is a sign of weakness. So I'm not allowed to cry in the house. But sometimes I can't help it; sometimes salty drops still escape my eyes when he... Punish me.

"I said get up!" He yells. And I obey immediately. He kneels down to my level. "Today is a very special day, my daughter. Do you know what day we are?" He mutters.

"I... It's February twenty fourth" I answer.

"Exactly. It's your birthday. You are thirteen now. I got you home when you were eleven. It's been two years since I got you back home Ivory." He says with a proud look on his face.

"Home?" I shake my head, "I don't understand... It doesn't feel like home." I whisper.

"It. Is. Your. Fucking. Home. Either you want it or not. Have you understood?" He stands up aggressively.
Kirill looks mad.

But I nod; because I'm scared.

"Good. Now follow me. I have a surprise for you."

He doesn't let me argue and grips my wrist and leads me to a room. I'm nervous. I feel like something bad is going to happen. The room is entirely dark; I can't see anything. But Kirill turns on the lights and I feel sick seeing what is around me. Guns are on the walls, but my eyes rapidly connect with something else. I see a girl in the middle of the room, she has long blonde hair, and big brown eyes, she doesn't seem that much older than me. Her hands are tied up behind her back, and her feet are tied to the chair she's on. She has a piece of tape on her mouth. And she's crying.

What is that? What's happening? Maybe Kirill wants me to comfort her? To be her friend? Maybe she wants a hug?

Next to her there is a table; and on it there's instruments. Or maybe machines? I don't know what they're for, but they seem to hurt.
I see Kirill grabbing something; it's a gun. He walks towards me and hands it to me. I don't understand. I'm paralyzed, and panicked.