Chapter 41: Chapter 41
~ RACHEL POV
My eyes start to slowly open, still slightly hazy.
Once my eyes clear, they start to adjust to the brightness of the room. The first thing my eyes set on is a man who appears to be in his early thirties. He is dressed in a neat sky-blue tuxedo and is sitting on a chair across from mine with his leg crossed on the other.
He relaxes his back on the chair before he speaks "Hi princess." His voice is husky and smooth. I don’t think he is American because his accent is a bit different.
My brows snap into a furrow as I squint my eyes at him trying to figure out who he is or what is going on. A sudden wave of fear laced my heart when I realize I am not at home nor am I anywhere familiar.
Panicked, I try to get up but something pulls me back. I try one more time before I notice that my hands are tied up together at the back of the chair. I look at the man sitting in front of me; questionably. He didn’t say anything, he just kept staring at me; sternly. My heart starts to hammer in my chest as I begin to wonder how in the hell I got here in the first place. Did that man kidnap me? If yes then why did he do that? I don’t even know him.
His eyes are still fixed on me, I try to pull my hands out of the ropes but stop when I realize that if I force my hands out of the ropes, my wrist would get bruised. I release a deep sigh giving up.
He turns his gaze to the other side of the room, I couldn’t see who or what he is looking at because that side of the room is dark. He curls his index finger toward the palm gesturing for the person to walk further. As the person walks out of the dark, my eyes widen and my heart lurches in my chest.
Brad!
My voice couldn’t get out- it stayed stuck in my mind because my mouth is covered with duct tape. Rapidly blinking, I process everything. It all makes sense now, how I got here. Brad got me unconscious and then brought me here, he kidnapped me. Oh my God! I can’t believe that the fact that he came to pick me up from the club was a setup. He planned this all along but why? Why would he do that?
My gaze turns to the man sitting across from me when he stands up and walks toward me. I gulp the lump that formed in my throat as I took in his deadly glare.
Who is this man and why does he look at me with so much hatred?
"Снимите изоленту с ее рта, но убедитесь, что она не кричит [Take the tape off her mouth but make sure she doesn't scream.]" He says to Brad with his eyes still fixed on me.
I immediately turn my gaze to Brad. I know this man is speaking Russian because I understand a few words he just said. My father was a Russian which makes me half-Russian. He sometimes speaks to me in Russia, though I am not very fluent.
"I'm going to remove the duct tape so we can unlock your phone, and you will not scream. Do you understand?" Brad ask me. I don’t respond to him as my mind lurches away from reality. I can’t believe this is the same person that Richie trusts to be this personal bodyguard. I keep thinking about it but I can’t seem to understand why Brad will turn his back against Richie.
"Do you understand!" Brad snaps me out of my thoughts. I nod my head in response. He takes off the duct tape, and the second it's off I scream for help, but it's cut short when I felt a hot slap on my cheeks. The taste of lead floods my mouth, and I know I must have a busted lip. My cheeks burn like they were set on fire. My head drops forward as exhaustion takes hold.
"How dare you! I am Aiden Smirnov. No one disobeys me." He says each word once at a time. If I’m not mistaken, his English isn’t fluent. "When I say don’t scream, you do not scream." He grabs my hair and pulls my head backward, making my scalp sting.
I wince in pain "Let me go; I will give you whatever you want. I will give you money, just please let me go." I beg. Maybe pleading will work better than screaming.
Aiden laughs dryly as he moves his face closer to mine "Do I look like someone in need of money?" He questions yanking my hair even harder. "I do not need money."
His grip on my hair is so tight that I couldn’t help but scream my lungs out. With a smirk on his face, he gazes deeply into my eyes as he licks his lips seductively. "ты красивая сука [You're a pretty bitch]." He whispers in my ear. Goosebumps appear on my hands and all my neck baby hair stands in ovation as I felt his warm yet irritating breath fan against my cheek.
Tears begin to form in my eyes and my heart rate increases. He leans and buries his nose in my neck, he sniffs me intensely before he uses his tongue to lick my neck. I cringe at the disgusting feel of his tongue on my skin. It makes me want to punch him in the face so hard that he wouldn’t do that again.
"Stop! I said stop!" I scream as tears roll down my face.
"Do not scream." He warns lifting his head to look at me. A devilish grin appears on his face as he slowly takes his mouth to my ear. "I have so many plans for you." He whispers in my ear as his disgusting hand comes up to my neck, and traces a finger down my body. Goosebumps appear on my skin and disgust fills me up.
I can’t do this, I can’t let him keep touching me like that. My skin crawls with disgust, as I feel his hand on my lower stomach. I hold back the urge to vomit as I begin to struggle to get out of the chair. I attempt to force my hand out of the ropes. Right now I don’t care if my waist gets bruised or not, all I care about is getting my hands free so I can punch the hell out of this son of a bitch. He smirks at my struggle and uses his thumb to crease my cheek.
My heart starts to beat at his touch; I hate it. He then forces my lips to apart away as he put his thumb inside my mouth. He moves it around my mouth making sure that each part of my mouth was covered with his filthy touch. While he is doing that, he licks his lips seductively.
Finally taking his- now -wet thumb out of my mouth, he licks it with a stupid smirk on his face. He then turns his gaze to Brad and says "Получить камеру [Get the camera]" Brad nods and heads out of the room.
Aiden’s attention turns back to me and says something under his breath. He grabs my face and forces a kiss on my lips. I tried so hard to move away from his lips but his grip on me was so tight that I couldn’t do anything. He pulls out of the kiss and uses his thumb to wipe his lower lip.
"You taste-" He trails mid-sentence as I spit on his face the disgusting saliva he left in my mouth.
"Fuck you!" I snorted as tears stream down my face. I won’t let him abuse me and get away with it. I have to try and fight back even though I don’t have as much strength as he does.
Aiden’s gaze drafts away from me and he releases a deep breath. He wipes the spit off his face and suddenly he begins to laugh not a funny kind of laugh, but a dark cold, and stern laughter. Before I knew it, he wraps his hands around my throat, choking me. I struggle to breathe but there is no chance of me getting away.
This man is going to kill me. I didn’t expect one little thing I do will get him this upset. My eyes roll to the back of my head, as it gets harder to breathe. It's getting difficult to keep my eyes open and my throat is burning from the pressure, I can feel my soul about to slip from my body. My lungs aren't able to take in any air, and my eyelids drop of their own accord, darkness surrounding me. I can't believe this is how I'm going to die; in his hands. Just as I'm giving up hope, the pressure on my neck is suddenly removed and I land on the floor, the chair still tied to me, it backed me up like a shield that can’t just be taken away. My eyes shoot open, and I cough heavily.
I lift my eyes to see Brad and one other man standing with a camera. I think they are setting it up but for what?
A sudden scream rips out of my mouth as I feel my hair being yanked. "Let go! You’re hurting me, please let go." I whimper
Aiden ignores my pleadings and doesn’t let my hair go until he lifts up the chair to its normal position. My scalp burns and aches in pain. I can’t believe he lifted me up with my hair.
"Камера катится? [Is the camera rolling?]" He asks Brad
"Yes, it is." Brand responds
"Хороший. Теперь развяжите ее. [Good. Now untie her.]"
I look at each one of them wondering what’s going on. Why does he want to untie me? Is he planning to let me go?
As Brad comes to untie me, Aiden begins to take off his jacket for some reason I couldn’t figure out. Immediately my hands were set free, I push Brad away and stand up. I am about to run when Aiden clasps my hand and pushes me back. My heart starts to hammer in my chest, every pump accentuating and speeding up. As I take a few steps back, my back hit the wall. I look at Aiden with terror in my eyes and fear in my heart.
"Stop! Don’t come any close to me." I warn but Aiden continues to walk toward me. "Stay away from me, please."
He ignores me my pleadings and the second he approaches me, he cages me in his arms. I try to move away but that only got worse for me because Aiden ripped my shirt off. My heart drops as cold air touches my bare skin. He looks at my body with lust and I begin to wrap my arms around myself cautiously.
"Don’t even think about it. Please, I beg of you, don't do this." I whimper as his hands trailed on my collarbone.
"The more you beg, the more I want to, honey." He huskily says as he buries his head in my neck again and licks my skin. Gathering all of my strength, I push him away. He isn't expecting it and stumbles backward.
He groans gazing at me with full hatred. "Perry," He calls over his shoulder. "Подойди и обними эту суку, пока я покажу ей, что происходит, когда она играет со мной. [Come and hold this bitch while I show her what happens when she plays with me]."
Perry quickly comes over and grabs my hands, pushing me to the ground and holding them above my head. Aiden walks back to me with a filthy smirk on his face. I don’t hesitate to use my leg and kick him in the face.
Releasing a breath, he slaps me hard across the face. My legs freeze as I try to bear the pain racing across my already bruised cheek. Unfortunately, I'm not wearing jeans today, so it's not hard for him to get my pants off. He rips off my underwear next, and then I'm naked in front of these horrible men. The only fabric left to cover me is my bra, but I can bet it will be taken off soon as well.
Tears flow down my swollen cheeks, as I watch Aiden begins to work on his pants zipper. He begins to get on top of me, but I refuse to remain still. I kick my legs in the air, hitting him in the crotch. He stands and grabs himself, his nose flaring and his face becoming red
"Fuck!" He growls down at me. I don't see it coming, but a burning pain shoots through my body as he kicks me on my left side. "You will regret this!" He screeches
The other man-Perry-is still holding my hands, so even though I see the next kick coming, I'm unable to protect myself. He curls his index finger toward the palm gesturing for Brad to walk further. "Hold her legs."
Brad wastes no time and pins my legs. Aiden then shoves over me and I try my best to move my hand or my leg. I can’t let him abuse me, I have to do something but unfortunately, I couldn’t. Brad and Perry are way too stronger than me.
"Get off me." I scream.
With a smirk, Aiden uses his hand to trail up my legs and he inserts a finger into your core. Tears roll down my cheeks as I try to clench my thighs together around his finger but Aiden slowly takes it. A silent cry escapes your lips as he does that. He works his zipper and pulls his length out of his boxers. He then begins thrusting in and out of me staring at me with an evil glint in his eyes. I cried, begged, and screamed but no one listened to any of them.
My screams get louder with every thrust. I don't know how long this goes on, but he stop once got satisfied. My heart's pain is so much greater than any physical pain could ever be. A part of me dies the minute the assault ends. I don't even fight as darkness begins to welcome me. Just when I thought it was over, Aiden yanks my hair and makes me face the camera.
"Richie Maranzano, you want your girl back, you come to me!" He says.