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Chapter 3 | I own you

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Then I see him kneeling down to my crying figure. I don't see so clear because of all the tears, but I can still see the blurry version of him right in front of me. "Well, malen'kiy dinamit." He says. "You belong to me now."

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This can't be happening. . .

I burry my face in my palms while crying like a little girl on the living room's floor. I pull my knees to my chest and stay in that position. I do not dare to move.

Then I hear a couple of chuckles around me. Some male laughing too.

"Oh, look at her. So scared of us." After that more laughs follow.

Then I hear the sound of clothes tearing apart. After taking a deep breath to somehow calm myself down I hear his voice inches away from me again.

"I suggest you move to your room Cali, if you don't want to watch how a head is separated from the body."

What the fuck?!

I gather my courage and push my head backwards, moving my face from my palms. I notice that his figure is still kneeled down beside me, his dark green eyes are staring at me.

"Am- uh, am I allowed to go upstairs?" I ask him.

He nods. "You are. We will stay here tonight, tommorow morning we'll get your salary then you'll leave wih your new owner, yes?"

New owner? Without any more further guessing I knew that he meant himself when he said that. How fucked up is that?

I nod before shuttering. "O-okay." Quickly my figure stands up and my legs carry me past the men in black, up the stairs, directly into my room.

I honestly thought things like this can only happen in movies. . . But now I witnessed a murder of my uncle in my own house by the head of Russian mafia and I'm crying in my room while his men are cutting my uncle's head off his body.
What happened with my life? I used to be a really happy child.

Oh, I know what happened - all of the people that I loved had died. And I'm not counting my uncle. He was a monster.

Although I'm sure that a man who killed him is a much bigger monster himself. . .

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So after about an hour of feeling sorry for myself, crying and telling myself that everything is going to be just fine, I finally decide to stand up and change my clothes.
But as soon as I step on the ground I feel ice cold water running through my feet.

Oh, shit. Not again.

My window is leaking, I haven't even noticed it until now, it must've been leaking for quite some time now. Usually I would stuff my clothes into the hole, but now it's no use. There is too big of a storm running outside and my room is already completely wet.

I take one of my black leggings from the closet along with a grey hoddie and carefully open the doors stepping on a hallway. Oh, that's better. It's so cold in my room.
After making sure the hallway is empty I sneak into the bathroom and lock the doors.

I dress myself into that leggings and grey hoddie.

Tears almost fill my eyes as I see my broken body without wearing any fundation. But I can't cry anymore. My eyes are still red from all the wipping this day. There are no more tears left to cry in me.