Taken ✘ Mitch Rapp (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2; The torture

I wake up to the van coming to a halt, as my body jolts forward and I bash my hip against the metallic door and I whimper from the pain and look down, seeing blood seeping in from the inside of my dress.

The van door opens with a large clang bringing a sudden ringing sensation to my ears. They grab my light ginger hair and pull me out by it as wince from the feeling.

I look around as best as possible, seeing the deep crystal snow surrounding us as I become thankful I'm still in Italy but still fearing my life, they drag me into an abandoned underground tunnel and ties me down to a chair, having a gun aimed at my head.

"You're never going home princess, because you're mine now" he smirks, with a thick accent, making it hard for me to understand as I've not had any practice with different accents and languages.

I look down and nod slightly, tears welling my eyes, he growls and slaps me hard across the face, "don't you dare look away from me whilst I'm talking to you" he shouts, pure of anger.

I nod slightly and look up at him, faced with my kidnapper. "What do you want with me?" I ask, full of fear as my emerald green eyes glistened from the tears welling up.

"I want you, you'll do great as my wife" he smirks as he puts a metal rod with a sign at the bottom of it in the fire to burn it up.

"Please, I just want to go home" I whimper, scared of him as a whole.

"You are home now" he says and grabs the rod again, turning me so my backs towards him as he rips my dress so he can see my back and places the sign against the skin of my back.

I scream from the pain, the smell of burning flesh filling the air and my nostrils. He keeps it pressed against my back until he knows it's marked and throws it across the room, a satisfactory smile on his face as if he's made an accomplishment. I drop to the floor on my knees, my back stinging from the rawness of the flame.

He walks out of the room and closes the heavy door behind him and locks me in a cell like room, having nothing in here but a bucket to do my business in and a sheet on the floor for my bed.

I sit on the thin blanket, crying silently, my back now reading 'Aimar's slut, return if found' I feel violated, I feel like an animal, I don't feel safe.

I curl up into the corner, starting to prefer the house I was kept in for years, as I watch bugs scuttling across the floor as it's muddy and dirty in here. It smells like garbage and the rotten flesh of a dead corpse.

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I wake up the next morning to a punch in the face by Aimar, "wake up you slut, I have work for you" he smirks as I stand up, not wanting to be hit again as I'm in a lot of pain as it is.

He pushes me out of the box room and towards a common room which a lot of voices are coming from. Once were in there he shouts to his friends, "who wants the first round, pay up" he says loudly.

My eyes widening in fear as one of his friends pay him and Aimar pushes me forcefully in that direction, he grabs me and forces me into his lap with my back towards him.

He rips the back of my dress to fully expose my back and shoulder as I try to hold my dress sleeves up so my chest doesn't fall out and become exposed to everyone in the room.

He kisses my back and bites, making me yelp and jump slightly as he smirks and pushes me to the ground, forcing my hands to undo his button and pull his jeans and boxers down to sort him out.

I cry as he pushes all his weight into my head, making me give suck him off, as he guides my head in ways that pleasures him, knowing if I fight it I'll get shot, but I guess anything is better then this.

Once he's finished they pass me around as if I'm some sort of rag doll for them to use for their pleasure, making me feel sick to my stomach. They use their authority over me to do unspeakable things to each of them and once they're pleased they strip me of my clothes and oppress me to stay like that and do what they ask me or I get whipped.

Mitch's POV
Irene hires me to save the Italian Princess that's been taken hostage by a well known group of terrorists as I start planning how I'm going to do it.