25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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Viktor POV
I know now that no matter what it takes, I have to get us out of here. I will get us out of here. My hatred for Mr. Delaney only heightened after I had to whip Lyra. For the first, since I was a child, I cried that night for the monster I genuinely am. I hope I can save her before her father turns her into something I know she is not.
It's been two days, and Lyra has not moved from her spot on the bed, letting her body heal. I don't know if she knows or not, but I lay beside her through the night and whisper sweet loving things to her. I wish I could have told her father to stick it up his ass, but it would have just gotten me killed, and I know I'm kind to her dead.
I don't know how or when yet, but I know I'm going to get her out even if I have to kill everyone on the way out. I open Lyra's door to see her still asleep. I walk to her bathroom and fill the tub with hot water.
I pick up her body up gently then set her next to the tub, laying her against my chest. " Viktor, what are you doing?" she asks, opening her eyes. "shhh, my darling, I'm merely cleaning you, my love," I say, taking off her shirt and bra trying not to pull on wounds.
Lyra POV
Viktor dips the sponge in the water then runs it across my chest and down my stomach. Dirty water runs off my body, pooling around us on the floor. I can only imagine what I must look like with dirt all over me; dried blood caked to my face and back. Emotions I don't want to try to stir inside me as he continues to clean my body.
No, I can't go there. I no longer a ford the art of caring. Tears are trying to escape my eyes for the tragedy of it all. I start to get up and push him away. "Stop, stop and get out ill do this myself self," I say, trying to sit up. " Don't be ridiculous. You will hurt your self." Viktor says with a frown. " I won't hurt my self any more than you have hurt me," I say with conviction.
" I'm so ashamed, please forgive me?" Viktor whispers with his eyes closed. Even though I know it's not his fault, nor do I blame him. I tell him to get out once again. I have to protect my self now, and being close to him is dangerous. I wait for him to leave the bathroom before using the tub and standing up. My body hurts so bad from the crash, but even more from the whipping. I struggle to hold my self up and turn to look in the mirror. My hair looks like a rats nest, my eyes and cheeks sunken. My face cover in dried blood. I turn and try to see my back. I sigh in relief, seeing that it feels worse than it looks. I'm thankful Viktor was the one do to it. Anyone else would have done it worse.
I step into the tub and slowly lower my self down into the now cooling water. The water stings my back. I bite my lip as I lay back in the water, getting my hair wet and scrubbing my face with my hands. Once I feel like everything is off of me, I decided to take a shower; my bathwater now turned red and black.
