Her Russian

Chapter 51-Blood and Death

Ilia had left her to get ready an hour ago. They were now home from their wonderful time away and it was back to reality and her cruelness. She knew where Ilia had gone, the silent conversation that had taken place between them told her that he was heading to The Kiln.

She knew as soon as she stepped out of their room, Max would be waiting for her to take escort her to that god awful place where the Savin organization dispensed their own brand of justice, and in this case rightly so.

She left her hair long and straight, because he loved it like that and then slid on a plain black slip dress over her head and grabbed her black heels.

She left her makeup very simple and instead of perfume, she used body lotion instead and it had a glint of shimmer in it.

Sighing, she steeled and psyched herself up over what she was about to witness. Everyone that was participating in this today was used to the blood and gore, she on the other hand was not and she had no idea how to prepare her mind.

Ilia had suggested that she bring her heart pills with her, just in case, it became too much for her to bear. He told her that he did not want to take any chances with her in this matter and reiterated to her again that the only reason she was being allowed to watch was because of what they'd done to her and she had pleaded her case to him very well.

Expelling a deep breath, Galina held her head high and opened the door to find Max, just as she had predicted, waiting to take her to Ilia. He nodded respectfully at her, then taking her elbow gently they started to an unknown part of the house. She had never ventured this far and had no idea about the other rooms much less a basement.

When they got to the end of the hallway, there was a single door and before Max touched the knob, he turned to Galina, concern radiating off him like a heat wave.

"Nothing can prepare you for what you are about to see, Galina. Anything that you've seen in the movies, put that out of your mind. It's nothing like that. It's worse. The smell, the sights and the sounds. You can walk away right now" he told her.

Galina put her hand to his cheek, softly patting it. "I know you are concerned for me, Max, and I love you for it. But I need this for closure and if it becomes too much, I know I can leave. I also know that I have Ilia, you, Tori, Roman, Yuri, Erik and Pavel to help me cope. Shall we?" she finished.

Once Maxim opened the door, it was just as he said. The smell hit her first. It was a mixture of pungent odors and it made her stomach roll and her eyes and nose burn but she pressed on further into the belly of the beast.

They were mixtures of urine and feces, body odors, blood, burned flesh and dead flesh. Galina could feel the hairs standing up on the back of her neck.

It looked like an office hallway, there were six doors on either side, making twelve rooms all together. Max opened the second to the last one on the left and she stepped in and Max behind her.

He flipped on a light and all of a sudden they were face-to-face with a two-way mirror. Max tapped on the glass with his knuckles and then a light in the other room came on and Galina gasped at what she saw.

From the best she could tell, the person that was laying on the table in front of her, strapped down just like she had been, was Igor.

The hair on his head was gone, it was just a bloody scalp. His face had been beaten to a bloody pulp but she recognized his scars, otherwise she'd never have known who that was on the other side of the glass.

He had been stripped and the rest of his body looked worse than his head and face. Patches of skin had either been burned off with a torch, she saw it laying off to the side, or he'd been filleted.

His right leg had been broken, you could see the bone protruding, his fingers on the left hand were missing and the nails on the right hand had been pulled out.

His feet hung in a weird position indicating that they'd both been broken. He literally was a broken mess.

"I-Is he dead?" Galina's voice was all but a whisper, her eyes wide. "No, he's unconscious. Ilia will put something under his nose to wake him up in a bit" Maxim responded to her question.

"Did he ever say anything?" was Galina's second question. "No. He has said nothing" Max answered. She was about to ask something else, when the door opened and she saw her fiance in the room with Igor.

He was in black jeans, a tight black tank shirt and boots. His hands were adorned with black leather gloves and his hair clung to his forehead from the sweat he'd been working up.

She watched him place a small vial of something under Igor's nose and it didn't take long for him to come round. He started moaning from the pain almost immediately.

"No more" he begged. "Just please kill me" he pleaded. Galina felt a righteous indignation building in her body, from her toes to the top of her head.

"That's right you bastard!" she shouted. "You beg for death! Just like I did!" Max put his hand on her stomach to try and be a calming presence to her and to let her know she needed to mind her heart.

"You know" she started. "I begged him just like that and you know what he said to me? He told me they weren't going to kill me, that they were just making sure I stayed in line. Ublyudok (bastard)" she huffed.

She knew Max was watching her reaction to everything, so she tried to put on a brave face while she watched the man she loved do unspeakable things to another human being and the only reason it didn't bother her was because she knew that Igor deserved every bit of it.

"He showed me kindness twice" she said looking at Maxim. "In what way?" Maxim asked. "Allister had been deliberately withholding my heart medicine and I was in the middle of a really bad episode and I begged him for one and he gave it to me.

The other time was they had just drenched me for the fourth time that day with ice cold water and I was so sick that after a while even the buckets of water didn't move me. He threw a blanket over me until Allister came in and went bat shit crazy on him for showing me kindness."

She turned back around and continued to watch as Ilia broke his fingers on his right hand and eventually slit his throat. Galina watched as the blood spurted from his body, he immediately turned an ashen color as he gurgled then became still.

That was it. Igor was dead. One down, three to go. Max continued to ask her if she was okay and she seemed to truly be, which did nothing but bother her as she thought she should have felt something but didn't.

She watched for two hours as Ilia dispensed more justice on the other two men, saving Allister for last. She knew that he had something special planned for her and if Galina knew anything, that bitch would never admit that what she had done to her own daughter was wrong.

But it didn't matter. She would be ascending the gates of hell shortly and Galina couldn't wait to be rid of her and her memory. That portion of the book on her life would be closed and she could move on and plan her life with Ilia.