Alina Sokolov- a walking seduction and a temptress, one of the top assassins who can kill with mere words.
Though her past isn't as pretty, she's willing to do everything to leave it behind and has vowed to become a weapon none can stop, not even hi...
I'm scared. Today, the bad man seems in a bad mood. I wonder if he'll leave if I offer to sit on him myself instead on him forcing it. Before I could think further, a ringing rings in my ears and my right cheek aches. My eyes sting and water, wanting to cry but I know if I cry the man's gonna call his friends. I look at him, trying my hardest to control the unushed tears but despite all efforts one manages to slip past.
"You bitch! You wanna cry, huh? I'll make you cry." He says warning me and walks to the back, returning with a sharp knife in hand. Mummy always used to tell me to stay away from sharp think. Though her face is blurred because I've been here a long time, I remember fragments of my life before I was brought here.
I hear a clinking sound and look up to see the man removing his belt. He wraps it around his arm and starts to hit me with it. I scream and scream until I can't anymore. Lying on the cold floor while tears streak my face, I try to get out my screams of pain but everytime I try my throat hurts. I lie unmoving and the man removes his own pants and cuts apart my already ragged and oversized ones.
He holds my shoulder tightly and I can feel his lumpy scar. The only way I recognise it's the same man is by the scar on his hand that I can feel each time he holds me.
The man starts doing what he does everyday and groans.
"Such a whore at 8, wonder how this slut's gonna be at 18." Tears stream down my face unwilling to stop as it continuously aches between my legs. A few minutes later, another man joins then another and another. Soon, the pain seems so unbearable I decide to just close my eyes and think of all the happy stuff I can remember of my life from 2 years ago.
"Alina! Goddamit! I'm gonna tear every single one of those fuckers limb-to-limb!" Someone shouts.
My eyes flutter open and my mind immediately goes into panic. I look around frantically trying to make out my surrounding. It's too dark to see anything. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. My face wet from tears I try to touch it but my hands are restrained behind my back. I try moving my hands and touch someone else. My eyes finally adjust to the dark and my mind begins processing again.
"Alina?" A voice says and my nerves instantly calm down. The voice..it's so soothing. It sounds good. It sounds like home.
"Yes..yes. Keep talking." I say in a shaky and breathy voice, still recovering from the dream. "Okay well, we were drugged and kidnapped. I used to take small doses of this poison to become immune to it so I woke up but you seemed...in distress. You kept screaming and thrashing around and I got worried so I tried calming you down but nothing worked and it was physically paining me to see you like that-"
"I got it, alright." I say stopping him. My heart beat's still risen, my hands trembling, my mouth dry and I'm sweating like crazy. Leo and my wrist's are tied together, our backs facing each other. I can't see him but can almost imagine his worked-up face. I lay my head back on his shoulder and just breath, embracing the fact that atleast I'm not alone.
"Everything's gonna be alright. Calm down..You're not alone." Leo whispers and I gather myself.
"If we make it out alive, I want you to speak to me like that the whole day." I say. "Gladly." I can hear the smile in his voice.
"You know, sometimes memories are the worst form of torture." I say and he takes a deep breath letting my words sink in. He stills, as if contemplating speaking the next words, "What...happened?" he asks and I know it's not the present he's asking about. I blow out a breath and prepare myself for a deep dive.
"I was kidnapped and trafficked at 6. Raped, abused, sexually assaulted by new men everyday. I became a trophy. I only remember fragmants of my time there but my body remembers the whole thing. I don't remember my kidnapper just that people used to pay him for an hour with me. He advertised me as 'a mafia princess'. One day, I saw a chance and took it. Though I don't remember much, I do know running and running until my feet couldn't take it anymore and then swearing to myself that, never again will anyone touch me without consent. Never again, will I be as powerless as I was at that time. Never as vulnerable. But right now, it really seems fate has other plans." I say and bite my lip to hold in the tears at bay.
There's a strech of silence and I think I might have disgusted Leo. Instead, he uses his wrist tied to me to try and hold my hand. My heart melts is an understatement.
"Maybe you're not do bad afterall, you know" I say and he chuffs out a laugh and the mood suddenly seems much better. I suddenly feel another wave of nausea hit me. I feel like the walls are closing in around me. The adreline wears off and the situation at hand seems to settle deep into my core.
Alone.
Dark.
Unloved.
"Are you okay?" he asks, "Is this a bad time to tell you I'm clautrophobic?" I reply as I try to regulate my breathing. "Okay..okay..I learned this trick a few years ago so just...what are 4 things you see?"
"Right now, it's darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness and darkness."
"I guess that counts...3 things you can touch?"
"You..the floor...myself"
"2 things you can smell?"
"wet cement and paint." wait. wet cement and paint?
"Wait a minute..wet cement and paint.. Leo? these smells mean that this is place is either underconstruction or being rennovated." I say and the gears in my head start turning.
idk what to feel about this one..I feel like I didn't portray her trauma correctly and I'm so sorry if this doesn't meet the expectations, Ima try to do better.
And I tried making charecter art....idk what to say...
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