Sofia
My whole body aches. I've never felt so sore and so tired. I've gotten past the point of hunger, instead my mouth feels so dry and in need of some water. I close my eyes, attempting to replay memories to distract myself from the pain. I'm sure something in me is broken.
Flashback to 16 year old Sofia
"Sofia, youuu know, I love you so so so much!" Mila slurs drunkenly.
"And I love you mils," I giggle and bring her in for a hug.
"What a lame party. You know I'm surprised Viktor didn't show up to end your fun," Mila points out.
"You know what? Me too. Maybe he's finally letting me the person I need to be!" I exclaim and plop down onto the grass in Mila's family estate.
"I highly doubt that. My brother will never stop being controlling," Mila laughs.
"Do you think he loves me?" I question, whilst laying back staring at the stars.
Mila lays next to me and sighs, grabbing my hand to squeeze it.
"Why wouldn't he? You're amazing. I love you, so Viktor would have to love you too. You're supposed to be married one day, so surely he has some sort of feelings towards you. He's never really spoken to me about you, he's not an emotional type of guy," Mila shrugs.
"That's true," I sigh.
"How do you feel?" Mila asks.
"I don't know," I sigh and rub my face. "When you have someone protecting you from everything and everyone your whole life, I don't know it kind of ignites some sort of feelings."
Mila giggles and lightly shoves me, "I'm sure he'd love to hear how you feel. Who knows? Maybe you two will end up dating sooner rather than later and the marriage down the track will be so much easier!" She exclaims.
"You're right! I'm going to go knock on his door and tell him how I feel and I'm sure he'll kiss me straight away! Then we will live happily ever after," I sigh in content.
I stand up and dust the grass off my body.
"You're not actually doing it are you?" She asks. "Sofia Maree Russo! You're a brave little girl," she winks.
"You've got that right," I giggle and make my way to the Volkov house.Flashback over
"Wakey wakey, luv," Sean's voice echoes throughout the room.
He taps his shoe against my back and I groan, opening my eyes.
"We've got big things planned for today," he chuckles and throws me a change of clothes. "Can't have you scaring the men away with this horrific wedding dress," he points to it.
I look down at myself, the beautiful wedding dress I picked that's not ripped and covered in blood and dirt. The clothes he chucked me lay right in front of me. I pick them up, a short denim skirt and a lace bra crop top thing.
"I'm not wearing this," I state.
Sean chuckles and moves closer to me and bends down to the floor. My back and ass ache from laying on the concrete floor. I don't know how long I've been here, I've lost complete track of time.
"Oh ye wearing it luv," he demands. "I could get you something better, like some nice lacy lil pair of underwear," he smirks evilly.
I gulp and grab the two small pieces of clothing he brought in that I wouldn't even classify as clothing.
"Fine. I'll get changed into your ridiculous clothing. But not in front of you," I demand.
He holds his hands up defensively and backs out of the room and makes sure to lock the door behind him. I hold the clothes up in my hand and sigh. What are they planning? Cause this outfit seems like they've got something planned for me.
Flashback to 16 years ago old Sofia
Today's the day. I'm going to tell Viktor how I feel. I'm sure he will have a good response, like Mila said. He's always scaring someone away from me, like poor Marco. He gets so jealous. What's the worst thing that could happen?
I knock on Viktor's bedroom door. It swings open, exposing Viktor shirtless with only a pair of grey sweats on. I rub my legs together, feeling tingles ignite. I've never seen someone ripped with so much muscle. His skin essentially glows, he leans against the door whilst I practically drool at his broad large shoulders, biceps, chiseled chest and abs.
"Sofia? What are you doing here? Despite drooling on the floor," he chuckles.
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts and gulp. Right, I was here to proclaim my love.
"Iiii, ughhh.. need to speak to you," I giggle and let myself into his room.
"Have you been drinking? Are you drunk?" He asks.
"Maybeee a little bit. I needed to speak to you," I say.
I sit on his bed, he doesn't sit. Instead he watches me wearily and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Did something happen tonight? Did someone touch you?" He asks angrily.
I shake my head profusely, "no, no, no. No one touched me. But I really needed to speak with you," I state shaking my head still.
He moves closer and grabs my face gently with his hands, stopping me from shaking my head.
"Tell me then," he whispers huskily, looking down at me.
"I love you," I blurt out.
His eyes widen and he remains silent. I wait and wait for him to reply. To tell me that he loves me back. But he doesn't say a single word.
"Did you not hear me? I just told you that I love you!" I exclaim.
"Sofia, you're drunk," he whispers and releases my face whilst moving away from me.
I'm drunk? That's all he has to say. I just told him that I loved him and he doesn't say a single thing.
"Is that all you have to say?" I ask, feeling tears form.
"Sofia-" I sit up and cut him off, feeling my heart ache with so much pain.
"No! You listen to me! I thought you loved me. What sort of man ruins every possible chance at someone finding love. Comes to every party that I'm at and ruins my night by forcing me to come home. If that's not love what is it? OBSESSION? Come on. Tell me!" I scream whilst shoving at his chest and crying.
"Sofia. You're drunk you need to calm down. We can talk about this when you're sober. It's not the right time," he whispers and attempts to rub the tears from my cheeks.
I slap his hand away and with that I leave the room.
Flashback overThe door bangs open and in walks Dimitri, Sean and their other goons. I try to cover myself in this extremely provocative outfit. But it's impossible. Their disgusting eyes zone in on me. The top that is essentially a Lacey bra barely holds my boobs. I hate myself for having a larger chest in this very moment.
"Oh god you're changed into a much better outfit. Perfect for the auction," Sean chuckles and looks me over.
"Auction?" I question whilst feeling my heart rate accelerate.
I look to Dimitri, who has a very blank face. He doesn't look at me, he can't even look me in the eye. He's known me for 6 years and he betrays me and my family:
"That's right. We're selling you to the highest bidder. You'll be their whore or their cleaner or babysitter. You'll be anything they want you to be," Sean laughs.
Please Viktor. Save me.
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