The Bad Girl and her Gang

Bare Skin

[Beware mature content ahead]
[i know you like it tho (๑･̑◡･̑๑)]

Sara
He smiled and mounted me, crashing into my lips, he sucked on them with an intense hunger. His hands held my jaw and hair but I wanted more, he groaned while kissing me, I removed my white top, smiling at him as my shoulders and collar bone were exposed. I helped him take of his shirt, and he began to mumble in Russia. About my skin and scent. Licking his lips as he started at my chest for a few seconds.

He kissed every inch of my body savouring it and repeating my name.
"I love you, Sara. I-I don't want to be in the gang...I want to be with you" and with that we ended the night, falling asleep in each others embrace. I wanted to believe that this moment would last forever.

But all dreams must end.

***

Tuesday 8:03am
Mikhail woke up to Sara's bare shoulders coated in her white sheets, her eyes shut, breathing softly. The grin didn't leave his face as he lowered himself and kissed her cheek, her neck and shoulders. Getting out of bed he remembered her fridge was empty. Putting a note on the fridge he rushed to the grocery store to get the love of his life ice cream, deli meats and other foods she deserves to be eating. He noticed for days she lived on frozen vegetables and rice, enjoying chilled water to feel the refinement of beverages and using cups and coriander to make her food look presentable and satisfying. To coat away the bland taste.

Sara woke up, alone and sore. She gripped her thighs recalling who the last person to touch her there was. The Russian stalker. She giggled to herself remembering the memories of how they met and how she felt about him. Taking a shower she gulped at the thoughts resonating on her mind.

So tell me baby will you be here when I wake up? Even with no make up I don't wanna fake it.

Putting on a white singlet and black jeans she got out of the shower and witnessed the door was ajar. "That's really dangerous, Mikhail" she shut the door and rubbed her eyes, still weary from last night. Beginning to stretch, she flexed her muscles and did the fourth ballet position, remembering Swan Lake, death due to her lover not knowing who she was. Who she really was.

Sara heard a creak on her wardrobe, slowly walking to the quaint sound she heard muttering in her closet. She looked closely, holding a knife in her hands.

"Mik-" three men bursted her closest door opened and jumped her. Kicking away her knife with his heavy boots, the first one to approach her back handed her as she yelled in agony. He had two silver rings, scarring her face. Desperately trying to locate the knife, the second man grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him, as she kicked furiously the third held her up, the second grasping her right hand. The third man pulled back her nape along with her hair, her chin raised up.

"What are you doing here?", her tongue tasted rusty and felt the crimson warm liquid coating her lips. "Stoglov wants a whore. This is not personal" the first man held her chin, she gathered her bile and spat on his face. Knowing the consequences. The Russian swore loudly and grabbed her head away from the men's grasp and collided her head with the mirror. Blacking out, she let out a groan in pain, her head seeping with the warm crimson liquid.

9:56am Mikhail entered the apartment, the door wide open, he dropped the brown bags filled with groceries and yelled out her name. Looking around he noticed everything out of place, the closest doors hanging by the hinge, blood splattered on the mirror pieces on the ground. "Sara!!!", searching every inch of the house nothing was like it was before.

Except the yellow note on the fridge.

Going grocery shopping, I'll be back my love I promise.
-Mikhail