𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐈𝐗

I want to scream in pain at the migraine that I currently have.

The headache was the kind that stopped all other traffic in the brain, as suddenly all had met with red lights.

I feel like I can't move. Or function.

I don't even know how exactly this happened. I left in rage and before I knew it, I was shoved into a car by men who seemed to be speaking Russian.

At first, I fought back and they shot something in me so I fell asleep.

Unfortunately for them, it didn't last all the way back to wherever they spent me but I didn't argue the second time, I simply accepted my fate. Maybe I was supposed to die lonely with no husband, no kids, no proper job and a mother who hates me and is killed by built Russian men.

They put me to sleep again and that's how I ended up in this position with a throbbing headache.

It's as if someone is jumping on my head and laughing.

The pain I feel is hard to describe and I cannot find the right words. But that shit hurts.

I scan my surroundings.

The dark room looked like a place where they murdered people and to be kind of real, it's not really comforting. But I guess when you're being kidnapped this is what to expect.

I thought being kidnapped would be like the movies where you're kidnapped into a rich man's home and he says you have to marry him or he'll kill you and then you fall in love and have kids and happily ever after. I still think that despite Tate telling me how her experience was being kidnapped all those years ago.

Hey, at least we have something new to bond over now. We've now both been officially kidnapped.

I don't know if I regret how things went with Antonio. Did we just break up?

I mean, he said everything was fake but was it out of anger? What if he's always like this when we fight? Then what?

My head is scrabbled with all kinds of thoughts and my head pounding already is not making any of this any better.

I think he needs to see a therapist. From what I took from all of this is that this has been affecting him for years.

Years of hurt and trust issues. And he just needs to be on board with his mental health.

I let myself look at the crusty walls of the mould and the chipped floors.

Gosh, could have at least made this presentable.

As if sensing I'm finally awake, the man in the room turns to look at me.

I raise a brow and he narrows his eyes.

He pulls out a two-way radio and speaks into it in Russian. The man grins at his reply and then stands and walks towards me.

"Fedorov will be here soon."

Okay?

I look down at my tied hand and roll my back as it aches. "Can I at least get a pillow? My ass is sore."

"No." The man replies faster than I can blink.

I huff trying to remove my hands from the ropes.

"You better stop that!" The man raises his voice as another man along with two others enters.

I assume the one with a cocky smirk is Fedorov so I sit put and look down at my lap.

"Ah. If it isn't my little star girl." He says, his accent thick. "Good sleep?"

Worse sleep of my life.

"Don't remember it."

He chuckles. "This one has a little sass. But if you want to stay alive I suggest you tone it down. Your boyfriend is currently scared of his mind I'm sure." He laughs and grabs a grape from the fruit bowl one of the men behind him is holding.

I look down at his shoes and he continues laughing.

He lifts my chin with his fingers and he scans down my body. "Fair. Got a huge tits. If I wanted to I'd just take you here." He grins, cupping my left breast.

I shut my eyes close starting to feel the panic arise in me.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

"Stop touching me," I whisper.

Fedorov's eyes grow bigger and his brows furrow. "Pardon? What was that? Speak up."

"Don't touch me!" I yell earning me a punch in my face.

I take the heat on my face and stare in silence as my tears fall. The bitter taste of blood fills my mouth.

I start shaking uncontrollably and Fedorov looks at me in disgust. "Can't even handle a single punch. Tits are a bit wonky anyway." He scoffs and walks towards the door.

"Don't fucking disrespect me, darling. Or we are going to have more serious problems."