Her Russian

Chapter 38-Getting Through

(continuation of Chapter 37-Galina's POV)

Galina drifted in and out of consciousness several times before she remembered that she had Igor's phone.  With shaking hands, she reached down into her dress and pulled it out.

Her brain was so cloudy and foggy she was having trouble remembering Ilia's cell number.  "Please, please, please" she cried to herself quietly.  All of a sudden she had total recall.

She felt like she was in a dream waiting for him to pick up and then it happened.  "Savin!" his dark accented voice rang out.

"Ilia?" she whispered.  She heard his voice hitch.  "Galina?  Baby?  Is that you?" he cried into the phone.  "Yes, yes.  Please come find me, Ilia.  I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on" she pleaded.

"Listen to me baby" his voice giving her strength.  "You hold on.  We are closer than you think.  I'm coming for you" he promised.

"Ilia!  They're coming!  I have to go!  I love you!" she whispered, hung up, stuck the phone back into her bra and closed her eyes.

But she thought back on how much they liked to drench her with water and she was scared the phone would quit working so she looked for a place to stow it, anywhere.  

She saw a few boxes in the corner, so she made sure the ringer was off and that the phone was still on and she tossed it quickly into one of the boxes and assumed her original position.

Galina expected the frozen water and sure enough her captors didn't disappoint with their continued torture of her little body.

"Are you ready to talk yet, suka?" Igor taunted, coming with another bucket of water.  "We're going to try something a little different today" his eyes showed nothing but evil in them.

Two burly men came in with a table and straps, her heart started beating wildly in her chest, her mind running amuck as to what they were going to do.

"Tie her down!" Igor shouted, even though she struggled, she couldn't hope to fight them in her present state.

They strapped her legs and arms down but they also put a strap around her head, to hold it still, then Igor stood at the head of the table, looking down at her, he started to pour the water, slowly drowning her.

When he finished the first round, she was sputtering and gasping for precious air, her chest feeling like an elephant had taken up residency on it.

"Please" she cried softly, her whole body shaking.  Igor again stood over her, gloating and taunting her.  "I like my women to beg, blondie, so go ahead.  Beg!" he was evil incarnate.

Galina lost count at four rounds of the water torture.  A couple of times she just went out of it completely and once they had to do CPR because he nearly drowned her.

She just kept clinging on to Ilia's voice.  His strong, sexy voice that gave her a moment of sunshine in this perpetual dark she'd been living in for how long now.

"Igor, she's a stubborn suka" one of the men that strapped her down commented.  "Let's try something else" his sinister eyes gleamed, just like Igor's, as his fingers started to trail up her leg.

Oh no! her mind shouted.  Please not this!  No one touched her except for Ilia.  She couldn't allow them to break her this way.

"Please don't touch me!" Galina finding her strength and shouted at the man.  This angered him and he gripped her cheeks tightly so that it would leave a huge bruise.

"Suka by the time we are done with you, Savin will throw you away like yesterday's trash.  We're gonna use you up real good" he threatened.  

Her stomach churned as she stared at the pot-marked face smiling at her.  His breath smelled horrible, he had missing teeth and he just looked dirty.

She couldn't let him touch her that way.  So she kept fighting until someone injected her with something.  She felt the needle stick in her neck and suddenly everything started to float and she no longer was in control.

The liquid rendered her helpless but not to the point that she didn't know what was going on.  She felt the man reach under her dress and rip off her panties and then he roughly jabbed two of his fingers inside her.

"Oh God she's so tight!" he moaned while messing with himself.  She could feel the tears running down her face but there was nothing she could do except escape her mind while they had their fun.

Only it never got to that point.  Allister came in and shot the man point blank in the chest, a gaping hole, he collapsed and was dead before he hit the ground.

"I will not tolerate this kind of behavior" she clinched her teeth tightly as she spoke to Igor and the other man that had helped strap her down.

"Torture, hit, beat, whip, whatever, but we do not rape!  Is that clear?" her voice angry at the sight of what was happening to her daughter.

Allister must have had a moment of silent lucidity for she came over and stroked Galina's forehead and apologized for what almost happened.

Galina just laid there and sobbed silently at the tiny bit of kindness shown to her by the woman that gave her life, but on the same token, this woman was trying to end her life over money, the root of all that is evil, the love of it.

And just like a light switch, Allister was right back to be cruel and ugly.  "Igor, continue!" she shouted.  Grinning again, he approached the table and started to pour.

Finally after what seemed like endless torture they stopped and gave her a bit of respite promising they'd be back soon.

She continued to lay strapped to the table, frantic that she had no way to get to the phone anymore, but she felt confident that since it was safe and away from water, that it could be traced.

Praying inside her head, Galina began to drift in and out of consciousness, just too tired and sick to care anymore, her eyes closed again.

Feeling like she was in a dream, Galina saw herself floating above the table where she was laying and getting a good look, she saw truly what a state she was in and wondered how she'd made it this far.

Commotion, noise and gun fire brought her back down and with every bit of strength she possessed, she tried to open her eyes and lift her head, but she couldn't.  It was over for her.

She just wanted Ilia to be happy, to remember what they had and how much she had loved him.  That was the only thing that kept her going, was the thought of his love and hers to him.

Just as she started to go again, she heard a familiar voice, several in fact, that begged her to stay, not to leave, to open her eyes, that she'd been rescued.

"Tell Ilia I love him" she whispered, out of it and feverish.  "Tell him not to cry for me, that I cherished every moment I had with him and will carry it with me forever."

Closing her eyes, she was being yelled out but she just couldn't stay, it was all too much.  The last thing she heard was "Galina!"