My Biggest Obsession

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

♪ Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson ♪

| Ivory |

I took another kick right in my liver and I held my stomach firmly as a scream ripped my mouth.

"You used to react better to pain. Fight back Ivory. Show me there's a little bit of dignity left in you."

I tried to stand up painfully as he urged me, "Stand up correctly or I'll make you stand up myself."

"Not my fault you hit where it hurts. You were always hitting me there, and on the ribs. I'm pretty sure my ribs never fully healed." I gritted out, as blood dripped down my lips.

"Well, it looks like I should've hit you harder. I have faith in you. Don't disappoint me."

My knuckles were bloodied because of all the time I threw punches without any gloves.

I was physically and mentally exhausted.

I was on the verge of passing out, but he continued to train me.

"Are you about to pass out seriously? I've trained you to be operational even when you're sedated."

Thank you dickhead I remember.

I saw all the anger in his eyes when he punched me and I did nothing to avoid it.

He grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to look at him.

"You're an ungrateful little bitch Ivory. You know that ? I gave you everything! A life, a roof over your head, a home !"

This time it was too much and I exploded.

"You ripped me out of my family! You tortured me, and you let your men abuse me, you even abused me yourself ! And you dare to call me your fucking daughter? YOU DID NOTHING BUT TRAUMATIZE ME! And now I'm fucked up! BECAUSE OF YOU-"

A slap hit my cheek forcefully.

I felt the taste of copper in my mouth spitting out blood.

Of course, he knows I'm right so he hits me to shut me down. He must've had no arguments left.

"Get on your knees Ivory. I've been too kind to you. You have to be punished."

"What? I'm not fifteen anymore-"

"Shut the fuck up or it'll be worse for you." He caressed my cheek with a fake gentleness that made me want to throw up, "Stop fighting. It'll hurt less. Be kind with me okay? I promise you're going to appreciate it."

He was sick.

I was going to throw up for real.

But I know I don't have a choice.

It's either that or I die here.

Forgive me Aace.

Please forgive me for what I'm about to do. For what they force me to do. I don't deserve to be your wife after that. Hope you'll understand.

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Kirill tied me up to a chair. He knew I was numb now, so I won't protest. I glanced at multiple devices on a table near me. They don't look like they're here for my good. Knives, guns, screwdrivers, and the list goes on.

He approached me dangerously and I wondered what he was going to do to me this time.

I saw him taking a fucking iron in his hand, the iron was on, which meant that it was hot.
He grabbed my naked thigh and pressed the burning iron on it.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, as I felt it burning my skin.

Can't he just kill me?

I wanted to fucking die right now.

| Aace |

I was sitting at Erin's computer. Waiting for a solution to miraculously appear.

"Listen, sitting here all day won't make her come back." Erin began. "We're doing everything we can, and you have all your most talented men on the case. Take a rest."

"You don't understand. I can't fucking rest. She's not here."

"How do you want to find her if your brain doesn't even work correctly? When was it since you had a proper night of sleep. We both know that if she was here she'd tell you to rest." She continued softly.

"It's been five fucking days Erin. Who knows what they could've done to her. She's going to be broken all over again when I find her."

"She's so fucking tough. And she's not alone. You'll be there for her this time."

"Of course. I'll be with her every step of the way. But that doesn't change the fact that she suffered enough already. And I have no idea in which state, I'm going to find her-"

My phone buzzed.

A feeling of unease built up inside of me.

The text came from the same unknown number that sent me the audio note of Ivory last time.

But this time it was a video.

Ivory was tied up to a chair, bruised and bleeding. Barely covered. I could clearly see the tears that had dried on her cheeks. The look of shame in her eyes-

They were humiliating her.

My blood was boiling and my hands were shaking.

I observed the man that had to be Kirill approaching her dangerously, burning her thighs with an iron as she screamed in pain.

My wife.

They're doing this to her.

I decided that it was enough and I tossed my phone to Erin.

"Analyze every detail of this video. Every fucking pixels. The way it was filmed, the room. Maybe we can have more information on her location thanks to that." I ordered her. Erin is my friend, and she has proven her loyalty numerous times and I didn't want to be mean to her, but when it came to my woman; I could burn everyone to the ground to find her and I couldn't care less.

"It's going to take time-"

"Take the time then. I don't care. But I won't know peace until she's in my arms."

I was serious.

After what I saw on this video, I was going to burn to the ground his place, the same way he burned Ivory.

She deserves to fight for her. It didn't matter if finding her means my fucking end.
Maybe it wasn't for nothing when I said that she'll be the death of me.

She's worth it.

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