ILL-FATED JOURNEY™

Chapter 6

"You ungrateful little bitch!"

I rolled away while clutching my side from the sound of his voice, but it followed me.

You dare touch my things! Vladimir screamed at me.

As I stood I was slapped back down.

But what else should I expect from a low class American!

He aimed another kick, but I scurried away and picked up a pen the tutor left in his haste.

I have been too generous it seems, I forgot what you are. A nigger. I think its time you are treated as such!

He grabbed me by the hair and I struck.

FUCK! Vlad cursed. You littleAHHH! He screamed as he yanked the pen out of his thigh. He gave me a look of pure malice before shouting rapidly in Russian.

The footmen rushed in and this time I went without a fight giving him my own look to let him know - I was aiming higher.

A week later and after no food or water, I still hadnt regretted my actions. I still wished I had aimed higher. I laid in bed drifting in and out of consciousness feeling proud of my final vindictive act. Yes, I knew I was dying but strangely I was okay with that. It was a way out. A way to see my mom. I touched my cracked lips and smiled. I was winning. And once I was in heaven, I would spit on him when the devil finally got him or was that too vindictive for heaven? With a weak smile, I closed my eyes finally tasting freedom.

I came to with soft lips on mine. A voice called me by name, it had been so long since I last heard it. Through my blurry vision I saw the icy eyed devil wipe his mouth then turn his back as hands lifted me. Something was placed over my mouth and I blacked out once more. The next time I woke, my arm was itchy and as I attempted to sooth it, I found tubes in my arm. He was keeping me alive! Why? I wanted to die! I pulled the tube out and immediately a woman came and restrained me. She strapped me down and carefully reattached the tube while hissing orders in Russian at me.

I was too weak to fight and too impatient to care. I thrashed around on the bed discovering that wasnt the only tube inside me and wasnt the least bit embarrassed when the scent of my own urine hit me. I was too busy being mad at being still alive to care about stuff like that.

Mommy! Oh God, Mommy! I cried like a two-year-old. My mother was all I knew in this world so as far I was concerned, she was my world. So, without her I felt lost. Lost and scared. She was my rock and I was hers. I knew she was missing me just as I was missing her, and this selfish bastard was keeping us apart!

He entered sometime during my tantrum and sent the nurse away. Pinning my jaw as he forced me to look at him then hissed in English.

Look and Listen! He ordered bringing his phone up to my face. A video was playing and on it I recognized the Latina. I tried to turn my face away, but he held it firmly in his hand. Look! He repeated as he painfully squeezed my jaw.

In the recording the Latina was naked and writing on a bed. Five naked men stood watching her and she didnt even look scared. In fact, she looked as though she was half asleep. One of the men opened her mouth and pushed his thing in it and I almost gagged. He slapped her face lightly saying, Suck bitch! and she did while another spread her legs and shoved his thing inside her.

I fought to turn away shutting my eyes, so I couldnt see anymore.

This was your fate! Look at it! He ordered shaking my head, but I refused to open my eyes. You think not calling your mommy is me treating you bad! After my father and Boris was done with you, that would be you! Drugged out and servicing men by the hour and like your friend there, sometimes more than one!