Absolution- Alias Fanfiction

53) Shattered Pieces

Music for the chapter (on repeat): Small Measure of Peace by Hans Zimmer

FIFTY-THREE

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"Get your fucking hands off her, you bastard!" Irina's rage was taking over watching him fondle Sydney.

Cuvee laughed with a smile dropping his mouth to kiss with his hot tongue between the cleavage of Sydney's chest before pulling back and staring at Irina.

"You see, she 'is' your weakness Irina." His hand cupped Sydney's face and she tried to turn away roughly from his touch. "They ruined you." His disgusting leer brought a smile to his eyes and he walked towards the desk and Irina. He grabbed her hair roughly, ripping her head back as far as he could.

"You're looking a little blue my Minx…are you feeling a little sluggish? Is that why you aren't putting up the usual fight?" He laughed stepping back noticing the faint blue line forming around Irina's mouth. "The CIA really fucked you up and yet you work with them? Re-married your assignment and let him fuck you! Where is your dignity? You have no right to sit on Russia's throne as its ruler when your Satan's bitch in heat…ready and willing to give them whatever they want!"

Irina let him rant and remained silent, as she had no strength to put up a verbal battle trying to remain conscious. She felt a sharp jab in her body and realized he'd just injected her with something.

He slid the blade roughly across Irina's skin, plunging and ripping into her flesh again and Sydney gasped in horror, "Torture your mother…you're the one in immense pain…and she can't stand to see you in pain…You're the perfect weapon against her. So Irina, I give you another choice in this game of 'choices'…how will she be your weapon? You…" His hand ran over her , "Or her?" He looked from Irina to Sydney with a smile.

*A Small Measure of Peace Kashmir Theme*

There was no hesitation on Irina's part, "Me." She wasn't about to let her daughter be ravaged by this man. She had endured this torture thousands of times before, she would survive it again…

"Mom no!" Sydney cried out, seeing her mother sacrificing herself so that Sydney would be spared.

"My father is going to tear your black heart out with his bare hands when he finds us!" Sydney seethed in rage, spitting fire and pulling against her restraints ready to die killing the man if necessary. He'd killed her brother and her sister and just ravaged her mother again…she wanted blood, his blood and make what Irina did to Sloane child's play.

"Sydney!" Irina's eyes flashed to her daughter's with a warning tone, trying to get her to back down, knowing Cuvee was purposely provoking her, getting off on it which would lead to him ravaging her daughter next.

Silence was the best course, this she had learned years ago but Sydney was too much like her and didn't know that…yet.

"Your father…" Cuvee threw his head back and laughed, "He's a fool…for believing his farce of a marriage was real in the first place and then taking the whore back when she came begging…He doesn't love her…" He inhaled deeply and held it in his lungs, savoring it before blowing it slowly in Irina's face with a smile, "He only wants her for the same reason all men want her…she's gorgeous and a great fuck and nothing more…He's not going to want what's left when I am through this time."