Fearless

Chapter Nineteen

A week later

"Annabelle... I want you," Viktor cooed. I haven't been in the mood since that day. "Stop Viktor, I'm just not in the mood," I complained as I tried to push him off of me. "Please Annabelle... I'm desperate," he pleaded and his lips came crashing onto mine. Temptation began to overcome me. A moan escaped my mouth... I'm done for now. "Good girl," he cooed as he began undoing my dress.

"Viktor please..." I begged but it was already too late. "No!" I screamed as he entered me. I don't want it like this. "Annabelle you are mine!" He bellowed as he began to thrust. "Viktor please.. just stop!" I cried to no avail. He held my arms down as he had me, I tried to struggle to get away but he overpowered me completely. "Why?" I cried but he just continued, I felt empty as he finally finished. I must have looked a mess, tears in my eyes... my hair must have been everywhere.

"Annabelle," he whispered as he pulled out, "I love you so much." I turned away from him. Why couldn't he have just waited. Just another day or two... instead he had to force his way. He has made love to me so much in our short time together, why couldn't he cope with a few days. I got dressed and walked out of the room. I bumped into Luca. "Annabelle are you okay?" He asked softly... he then noticed my tears. His face was white but I couldn't stay, I needed to get out of here. I ran to the elevator and went down to the foyer.

As I left the entrance a familiar smell hit me. Someone had placed a cloth over my mouth causing me to breath in the harsh fumes of chemicals. My sight became clouded as I fell down to the ground. A pair of large hands grabbed me and dragged me into a van. Shit... "VIKTOR!" I screamed before they slammed the doors. My head finally gave into the darkness trying to consume me. With a final breath I was gone.

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My vision was hazy. I could hear talking not English, not Russian. I blinked a couple of times to try to fix my vision, I wanted to rub my eyes but my hands were stuck. After a moment my vision was normal and I could see my wrists were tied to a chair as was my waist and my ankles. Shit. I listened to the hushed whispering. I could sort of make it out as it's tenses and words were similar to French. Italian...

I looked around trying to find the owners of the voices. There were two men stood by a door, they looked guilty... they should be since I recognised them. "I can tell you two aren't best pleased about doing this... tell me who's orders this is by and I'll ask Viktor to spare you," I spoke softly but my voice was hoarse. The door opened. "Gemma," I said, not really that surprised, "I knew you were planning something but nothing like this... you've impressed me."

She gave a light chuckle as she walked over. "It's no use, they're more scared of me than you... they won't help," she laughed. "It's not me they should be scared of!" I taunted, "do you really think he'll want anything to do with you after he finds out you're up to this?" She took a step back as I glared at her but quickly recovered her confidence. "He won't find you... I knew he had a tracking device on your watch, that's why I disposed of it," she snickered, "all your hope of being found is lost, I'm gonna keep you here until I've made him mine... once he's tasted me he won't be needing you anymore!"

I'm glad she thinks the watch was the tracking device but I need to keep up the facade. "Even if he can't find me, he'll never fall for a good for nothing slut like yourself!" I gloated. She slapped me. "You shouldn't be worrying about something so trivial Annabelle..." a familiar voice said walking into the room. "Josh..." I whispered. I looked back at Gemma. "You don't think I'd just leave you here... I know you're smart and it wouldn't take long for you to figure out how to escape," she laughed, "so I contacted Josh here... he's very willing to take you in whilst I go about seducing my man."

He walked over and some kind of doctor walked into the room with a syringe and needle. I began struggling when I saw it. There are only two things I'm terrified of in this world  and that's spiders... and needles. "Shh... Annabelle, it's okay just a sharp scratch," he coped, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "You know that's a lie and just answer me this... does he need to hit a vein or something?" I stuttered as I shoot in fear of the thing. He nodded... great.

"He's gonna have trouble getting to one... I've got really deep veins, needles hurt a lot more for me than normal people and since I've not drank anything in god knows how long and I'm pretty cold its going to be even worse!" I cried. I remember the pain from having blood tests, even the nurse agreed that the pain wasn't phycological, that it was because I had really deep veins. Josh took off his jacket and placed it around me, he left the room for a moment and came back with a bottle of water. Does he actually care?

He held the water bottle to my mouth and made me drink it all quickly. Gemma was astonished. "What do you care whether it hurts the bitch... just hurry up and knock her out and get her out of my sight!" She screamed. He turned to face her, he must have gave her a funny look or something since she looked scared as he did. The doctor put an tourniquet band thing on my arm to raise my veins. He spent a while prodding the inside of my arm. "Look at me not the needle," Josh whispered softly.

I looked into his green eyes as the doctor injected me. It felt like a life time of pain and uncomfortableness since he had to slowly release the liquid into my bloodstream. He finally pulled the needle out and I exhaled the breath I was holding in to be consumed by dizziness. "It's a sedative Annabelle, when you wake up you'll be in a comfortable bed," he explained, "I'll keep you safe.... I'll make you happy."

His words were drifting away like my thoughts. "You'll come to like it with me, I promise.... just focus on me.... give up on him.... become mine and mine alone..." he continued. My eyes growing heavier and heavier. I could feel them undoing the ropes binding to the chair. I quickly stood up but my body couldn't cope with the movement and I fell straight into his arms. I was lifted and carried bridal style out of the room I was held in. I felt him kiss my forehead as I finally succumbed to the darkness consuming me.

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I was warm and cosy but my head murdered. "Oww..." I groaned rolling from my back to my front. I curled up into a ball and buried my head into a pillow. "You okay?" Josh whispered. "My head really hurts," I cried. I took a few minutes trying to tend to my head before I looked up. I looked around the room, it looked like a bachelor pad considering there was clothes everywhere. When I saw him I felt uneasy.

"Annabelle what are you doing to your arm," he asked. I looked down... I was scratching. "That's not good... do you know how long it's... been since I was kidnapped... I... I need to know how many meds I've missed," I stuttered. He gently took my hand from my arm but it didn't work as I swapped hands. "About 3 days... what's meds?" He asked looking at me curious to know what was wrong. "I take antidepressants... I'm not ready to be off them... too much keeps happening," I screamed holding my head.

"My head hurts so much... too many thoughts," I cried and cried and cried. Josh didn't know what to do. He just stood there as my head was spinning with thoughts I didn't want to think. I heard shouting all of a sudden... gunfire. The door burst open. "Sir its the Bratva!" A man screamed before gunfire flooded the room killing him. I didn't know what to do with myself... that's when I spotted the gun. I grabbed it released the safety and held it under my chin pointing upwards.

Footsteps. Someone walked into the room. I looked up and there he was. "What do I do?!" Josh shouted at Viktor. "Annabelle... put it down..." he spoke softly. "C...can't... too many thoughts..." I stuttered, tears beginning to fall. He crouched down beside me. "Remember what you told me those weeks ago, you said you didn't want to die anymore... give me the gun," he whispered. My hands began to shake but I managed to slowly hand him the gun. "Good girl," he praised, he went to touch me but I flinched back.

"You... raped me..." I whispered, fresh tears beginning to fall. I could see the guilt in his eyes. "I was selfish... if I would've waited, you would have been happy to... I'm sorry my sweet... I don't expect you to forgive me," he lamented. I was so confused, my emotions were everywhere but I knew... I knew deep down I still loved him. I hugged him, he was happy about it I could tell. "Let's get you back," he said as he lifted me.