Depraved

7. Alana

I gulp down my fear and slowly use my voice " please let me go, I don't even know who killed him. I didn't.... I didn't do anything" my voice wavers a bit.
But that doesn't seem to touch him, he stares at me as if I haven't begged him or even spoke.

He leans down closer and whispers in my ear sending sparks through my whole body, from fear or excitement I don't know. Fear. yeah it has to be fear. He whispers " I know, zolotse, i was the one who killed him". I am shocked at his confession as I find his other hand holding a pistol. That should scare me but it doesn't.

I build false courage and say "tha.... thank you. Now please..please let me go I won't tell anybody, please ..." My voice cracks at the last word as one corner of his lips lifts up in a smirk. He is smirking at my tears. He then releases my arm, I involuntarily reach the bruised spot with my hand and keep it there.

When I think he is done with me, he stuns me as he scoops me up and carries me as if I weigh  nothing and walks to the place where Niko's lifeless body lies. I am too shocked to respond. As I widened my eyes at him and take a look at our surroundings and see all the people including the gruffy guy had stepped back and are staring at us. More like staring at him.

He must be some big shot as all of the guys behind us are holding their hands together like some bodyguards. Or maybe they are. He says to the priest "start the ceremony" and the ground beneath my feet is swept off. figuratively. I stare at him and say "no, you can't. Please don't do this." I beg as tears start to threaten.

He doesn't even look at me as he commands once again "Officiate. The. wedding. now." i start to struggle in his arms and he tightens his hold bringing me closer to him.
And whispers looking right at me that "You don't understand something, you have no say in whatever is happening or whatever will happen. You do the favour for both of us by shutting that pretty little mouth of yours, zolotse."

I stare at him in disbelief, as I struggle harder and start pushing at his chest, he doesn't even bulge, but a muscle in his jaw ticks and he looks at me, with those deep eyes that seem to convey something close to danger and despise.  He dangerously whispers "Katherine Ivanov". Which stops my  breathing.

He continues "don't you want to know how your mother is, zolotse?"
I glare at him, he just threatened me, by using my mum. It's been more than 500 days, if he is using my Mum's name he must know her or worse he must have her too. My blood turns cold at the new realisation that they have kidnapped my mum too.

Fear strikes me like never before. He doesn't seem to be fazed as he calmly warns "That's what i thought, Now you'll do as you're told if you want to know about your mother, I'm going to put you down and you will stand here beside me and marry me, its either you say it yourself or I'll force those words out of your mouth using not so likable method, if you even think about running...." He turns his head to the right and commands "if she moves even a step, shoot her."

He puts me down so gently  as if I am so fragile and will fall otherwise and I stand on unsteady legs as my limbs are frozen.

Then I blurt the words that I don't want to. "I do" and I'm married to this stranger whose name I don't even know. Then the priest announces my next nightmare "you may now kiss the bride."

He holds my waist in a firm hold and pulls me closer while his other hand snakes up to my nape and tilts it. I close my eyes to not feel anything but it does the exact contradiction as he slowly leans in and I can feel his hot breath on my lips. He crashes his lips to mine before he mutters something that I'm positive is "welcome to my hell, zolotse."