Perditus est Amare

Disturbed beyond Relief

Gemma

When I woke up I was sitting in a strange room, everything was a blurry grey, and another wave of nausea hit me. Then I thought, 'damn it, he drugged me' that's when he, Dimitri, came into the room, "How ironic, you, a manipulating slut, was kidnapped by someone like me," he laughed as he said this.

"No Kidding, just look at those damn pink eyes" then in a nervous tone I added,"who put you up to this?" I felt weak for sounding like that. Then it hit me, "Vladimir!?" I half asked and half knew it.

"Why you're a smart little slut, aren't ya?" he asked, a look that made me cringe on his face.

"I'm smarter than you think I bet you're just a stupid little dumbass, huh?" I snapped back with the same boisterous tone.

"Hmm, it's such a shame that Vladimir told me not to do anything dirty with you," he looked up and down my body "because, hmmmm, I could definitely have a use for that body." he smiled at me with a look that told me he was reconsidering his orders. He came closer to my face, coming down to my level where I was tied up in the corner on the floor, "It's no fun following rules,now is it?" he smiled at me with that look once again.

He leaned in even closer until his lips were upon mine, 'you did this to yourself' I told myself, 'you deserve this', I didn't push him away, 'he's right, I am a slut', I kissed him back in fact, you know being a slut and all, that's when he began to go further; he began to unbutton my uniform shirt, and I broke off the kiss, looking into his eyes with terror. That's when I screeched, and he backed up, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to his chest and covered my mouth, "Shut up, you little slut!" he shouted, "you wouldn't want everyone knowing that you're a prostitute? Would you?" he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he knew how to blackmail.

"I'm not a prostitute!" I hollered.

"Oh, but you may as well be" he said, looking at my chest as I realized I still couldn't re-buttoned my shirt. It didn't make me uncomfortable with him looking, I just felt scared, I wished so badly that I could button it back up.

"When can I go?" I asked, I was thoroughly exasperated with his blackmailing.

"Oh, I didn't mention that part now did I? You don't" he said, leaning in even closer.

"What?!" I was angry now.

"Easy now, easy, I meant not until Vladimir gets back," that didn't make me any happier, that could mean days. He left the room, and I felt utterly defeated, what was I to do? I kept thinking, 'if I could only untie these ropes, or maybe cut the rope' when that didn't work I just sat there and waited, eventually though, exhaustion overcame me, and my head dropped.

...........

I was shaken awake about 2 hours later by Dimitri, he was carrying food. Half of me wanted to take the food no questions asked and half of me knew I couldn't trust him. I hesitantly took the food, I knew that I was hungry, I hadn't ate since yesterday morning and the pain was eating away at my being. I ate all of the food and drank the water greedily. Almost instantly, as before, I sank into the darkness, Dimitri was a dick if I got to speak my opinion. (or something like that)

Vladimir

It got awkward, like really awkward. We had been called down for dinner and apparently rich people changed for each meal. The heck? What's the point in doing that?

Anyways, I ended up having to borrow one of Sabriel's tuxes. It was a little on the big size cause he had a bit wider torso then I did, oh well. Heading downstairs, Sabriel and I were basically dressed the same, apparently that was the 'proper' way to do it.