Lost

Cold

I was scared. It must have been at least an hour since I left. And I was making sure the snow covered my tracks. I was warm in Ivan's thick and heavy clothes. The symbol on the ground haunted me. My name on the papers. Then it hit me.

He must have been the one who appeared in front of the car. He planned this all. But...how?

It didn't matter. I just needed to find somewhere to go. Somewhere safe. I always heard that Russia was scary, but I didn't think he'd be that scary. I was drowning out in my own thoughts when a hand came around my mouth and eyes. I thought it was Ivan, but it was someone else.

"I've been looking all over for you."

I knew that voice. It was him. The old bastard. I tried to get away. I kicked and punched, but suddenly I felt a sharp needle go into my arm. He laughed that disgusting laugh, and then it went dark.

It was warm. And the ground was soft, it smelled of grass. The sun was shining on my face. I opened my eyes. I was in the middle of a field. I looked down at my body. I was wearing a silk night gown. Suddenly someone picked me up from behind and started twirling around. I was set down. I turned around to see Ivan. He still had a scarf and everything. I blushed and looked down. He lifted my head up and kissed me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the kiss. But when I opened them, it wasn't Ivan. It was that old man. He smiled an evil smile, and I ran. But I could not go any faster than a walking pace. I tried to scream, but he put a clothe in my mouth. I tried to scream for Ivan, but suddenly I was in that satanic symbol. I was tied up. It burned. I tried to move I couldn't. Please. Wake up.

I woke up and screamed. I looked around and saw a chair and some tools. I also saw a box of condoms. The kind that old man used. My hands were tied behind my back and my feet were zip tied together. I knew this place. I shook my head and my breathing grew heavy. I was in his basement. Not Ivan's, but that old bastards.

The door swung open, and then that old man came walking down the steps. I couldn't do anything, I was in to much of a shock.

"You know it's not nice to run away."

He cackled and coughed a gross raspy cough.

"I should punish you for your actions."

He walked over to a small table and looked at all his tools. The ones he used to punish me. I squirmed and started to cry. I looked over to see him come over with a screw driver. I knew what he was going to do. I looked down at my feet, where the previous marks were. He kneeled down. His old man breathe wreaked and his decaying teeth were yellow.

"Well, as much as I hate doing this to my little slave, you must be punished." He laughed and lifted up my pant leg. I closed my eyes and awaited the pain, but all I heard was running footsteps and "kol kol kol kol kol..." And then a huge TUNK of medal hitting something.

I opened my eyes to see the old man on the ground, blood coming from his head. I screamed and tried to get up, but I scooted away. Someone picked me up and untied my hands and cut the zip tie. I turned around to see Ivan. The shadows covered his eyes. I started to run the other way, not wanting to be sacrificed to Satan. Ivan grabbed me and pulled me back to him. I didn't try to run this time. I looked at him and I felt my heart drop.

He was crying. He looked at me and the tears came out rapidly. He pulled me closer and hugged me, leaning his head upon my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." He sobbed.

"Please let me go, Ivan."

"No. Please understand. I am sorry. Please..."

"IVAN LET ME GO!"

But he didn't. He sat there in silence and so did I. He knew I knew what was down in that basement. He knew I didn't want to go back. Ivan knew many things at that moment. I glanced at the old man, and saw a pipe with blood on it. A tear fell out of my eye. Ivan saved my life. And I don't think it was because he wanted me as a sacrifice.

I wrapped my arms around Ivan and cried. When I was done he looked at me and put his forehead against mine. I saw his eyes. They were a light shade of purple after crying.