Darker Than Red

I

I was numb, my body thrumming with a dull pulse. My fist tightened and untightened trying to get circulation through my bound wrist; as I looked at my surroundings only met with darkness and the faded beams of light from fogged windows. Then the rattling and heavy footsteps made their way toward me and my body alerted in protest and the hairs on my neck rose to sense what my future would hold. A clothed hand gripped my chin uneven teeth set in a malicious smile entered my tear-filled vision.

"Moya Lyubov', come now wakey, wakey"

I watched in a haze as he reached to his left grabbing something he set the cold object against my cheek. His face got close as I moved my head away he gripped my face with bruising force and placing his lips on my mine, I cried out as he bit my bottom lip drawing blood and pulling hard on my hair so I made eye contact. His smile widened as he licked my blood off his lips.

"We are going to have so much.....fun"

I was brought out of my daydream and met with the face as my therapist who had a look of sympathy I hated that look. That's all I ever have gotten were sad eyes, what do they know I don't need their sympathy I survived and that's that.

"So tell me have you found a job"

I looked at my therapist my face blank and gave her a smirk.

"Well lets see" my accent thick with each roll of my tongue "I finally am free, I moved to a new country with nothing so I'm still looking" I sat back and crossed my legs "but yes I applied for a PA position at some company called Vasco Trades" I shrugged my shoulders.

I watched her eyes widen.

"That's a highly successful company, you are a very intelligent women Miss. Saros this is a big step for you since you've arrived anyways that's time same time next week I already sent in a prescription for your meds" I nodded and collected my purse and exited.

looking in the mirror as I smoothed out my black and white patterned skirt, tucking in my knitted white sweater. glancing at my watch and huffed quickly pulling on my knee-high boots, fluffing my curls and dashing out the apartment not before grabbing my bag. The building was big, tall was there even a reason, such a waste of money. Upon entering I noticed the lobby was full of women pretty women all tall and skinny , is this what they meant by the basic American girl they all look similar rounds eyes thin lips and different dyed hair, not one had a wedding band on their finger, I've come to learn this was most American women. Taking a seat between two girls one had blonde hair cut into a bob and the other one was brunette with straight hair they were both pretty all though there clothing they wore were too revealing for my taste, glancing at my watch and sighing it was going to be a long day.

Finally, I was called, I was slightly worried I needed the job and this paid well but all the girls that were sent back came out with two reactions crying or yelling. Blowing a red curl out of my face as I followed the secretary she led me to a big oak door with a gold plate Ezekiel Vasco the older women knocked on the door.

"Enter" a rich, deep voice rang through silence, the hair on my arm rose.

Thanking the women as I entered the door slamming shut as my feet carried me to sit in the chair adjacent to the black chair its back facing me. He turned my lavender eyes met mossy green, my eyes never him as his eyes wandered I wanted to scoff. Gazing at me my stare never wavering his as I kept my face stoic.

"So Mrs. Saros" I held up my hand, his eyebrow raised.

"Miss I am not married" I bit back.

"Yes excuse me, Miss. Saros" he sat back rubbing his chin. "You have no qualifications no degrees of any why should I hire you"

"You don't" I shrugged "And to be honest I think a building of this size is a waste of money, and I could care less if I got the job it just pays well" I got up to leave, reaching for the handle he stopped me.

"You're hired" I turned to face him, his face seem shocked "you start tomorrow 6 am don't be late. I nodded and left without a word. When I reached outside the wind had picked up I looked at the sky my prayers I'd hope would be answered and things would run smoothly from here on out, but what I didn't know is it would be anything but.