Cora

I'm awoken by cold water being poured on my body, I suck in a breath in the process taking in some water through my nose. I don't feel so good, my vision quickly clears and I come face to face with Vissarion and of course my tormentor, Dimitri standing in front of me.

"Waike waike ПРИНЦЕССА" he said snapping his fingers in front of me, I just groan out and let my head almost fall back

I must have passed out from too much bleeding, the blood had stopped now, but I could feel my dress clung to my body because of the wetness and the cold had already started coming down on me.

"Did you think I forgot about you"? He asked lowly looking at me, personally I don't care if he did "I just had to take care of business" he said as if I care.

"Now smile for the camera ПРИНЦЕССА, Lorenzo's going to love this" he said holding up his phone and seemingly taking a picture or recording, my head was bent low with my hair covering most part of my face.

I could feel every pain seer through my body, my head was throbbing and my ears were ringing loudly, maybe due to hunger or all the blood I'd lost but I was feeling dizzy and out of breath.

He dropped the phone and walked towards me before raising my head up so I'm looking at him, his grip on my hair was tight and I felt like my scalp would give out and bleed.

The sinister smirk on his face only made me want to roll my eyes but I couldn't

"You don't seem to be chatty this time" he muttered lowly with a smirk, I just groaned out trying to get my hair out of his grip but failing miserably.

He let go of my hair and my head just flopped down to it's normal position with my hair all over my face, he smacked his tongue on his lips before he brought his hands up on my bleeding arm.

"You have lost a lot of blood" he stated making me groan out, of course dickhead, I thought to myself and someone would think he cares by the way he said it but he was only taunting me.

"Let's see what's beneath that" he muttered before completely ripping open the arm part of my dress from it's initial tear hole, the fabric of the dress made an echo sound around the room as he ripped it open.

The cold air hit the open wound sitting on my arm and I sucked in a breath, then I felt something warm on my arm, I didn't get a chance to look at it before he was pressing down on the wound, his fingers going deep inside the cut.

I don't recognize my own voice as a blood hurling scream escapes my lips, he kept applying pressure on the open wound while looking at me, his eyes held no remorse, no pity and no emotions.

While I was writhing and wanting to get out of his grasp, he kept pressing and soon enough I feel the already dried surface of my arm become warm again, I was bleeding all over again.

As I kept screaming and shaking violently, only one thought on my mind, how much of a sadist is Dimitri Volkov? He was enjoying this more than a normal human should.

By the time he had taken his hand off my arm, his fingers were coated and dripping with my blood, my whole vision was once again blurry and hazy, I could barely make out anything in front of me.

I heard the thumbing of shoes on the hard floor and the banging of the metal door and just like that he was gone again, leaving me here to bleed out.

I gently raised my head and looked at my arm, precisely where he had messed with the open wound, I almost gagged at what I saw.

The flesh was open, the gash was very much visible and covered in thick chunks of my blood, the flesh was looking very unhealthy and most likely would be infected in a matter of seconds.

The mere fact that I hated blood wasn't even helping me at the moment, I felt fucking sick, my stomach churned in disgust and my eye lids burned with tears, unshed tears.

How had my life come to this? Why did the innocent suffer more for the sins of others? I had never killed anyone in my life, not even a rat had ever been killed by my hands, but yet here I was suffering for the numerous people my sister had murdered.

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Exhausted That's the only word that comes to my mind when I think of how I'm feeling.

It's been a day at most, that anyone has been down here, I haven't seen any of them, Vissarion, Dimitri or even Ivan.

Speaking of Ivan, I haven't seen him here since well....the first time he came down here, although Dimitri mentioned how he had begged on my behalf to let me have a bath but I haven't seen him.

Did Dimitri send him away? Or maybe killed him, no I don't think Dimitri would kill his family because of me.

I know the two guards left to watch me are outside, I haven't seen them but I hear their footsteps every now and then.

I don't even have the strength to move or even try to get out of this chair, being starved and losing blood isn't really a good combination.

I hear voices outside, although they're quite loud, I can barely hear them, they are muffled to me, my ears are ringing and so is my head, I only know people are talking outside, but I don't know who or what they're saying.

Suddenly the metal doors are opened, I hear footsteps and I really want to look up and see who's walked in but I don't even have it in me, the person walks gently towards me and stops In front of me.

Before bending and raising my head up gently "Oh my God Cara, what did he do to you"? His voice is gentle and soft. I can't see clearly but I know it's Ivan, he's putting on a white tank top and his hazel eyes are looking at me with compassion and sympathy.

He quickly inspects my arm, it's no longer bleeding but the dried blood from before are scattered around it, making it look hideous.

"Come on, we need to get you checked, this is probably infected already" he said trying to loosen the ropes I'm tied with while muttering incoherent words.

I can barely even keep my eyes open as it is, but the jerking open of the metal doors, quickly brings me back to the present.

"как ты думаешь, что ты делаешь"? his hoarse and frightening voice makes me shiver and lose my cool, I see Ivan tense in front of me before muttering and getting up, only then do I take in his full appearance, he's putting on another black shirt, his eyes are blazing with anger and contempt as his gaze drift from Ivan to me

(Translation: what do you think you're doing?)

Ivan stands to face Dimitri, matching his stare "На что похоже, что я делаю"? He responds in Russia, it's really hard to understand them when they choose to speak in Russian language.

(Translation: what does it look like I'm doing?)

"You know better than to cross me Ivan" Dimitri grits out taking two steps towards us and Ivan just walks to him too

"Она истекает кровью, ты пытаешься ее убить"? Ivan almost yells in Russia, I don't know what he just said but it made Dimitri darken his eyes and look to me with so much anger making me recoil back on the chair

(Translation: she's bleeding out, are you trying to kill her?)

"That's none of your business Ivan" Dimitri snaps at me and I see Ivan shake his head and look back at Dimitri

"Я говорил тебе не вмешиваться в мои дела" Dimitri adds still glaring at Ivan hard, he just scoffs

(Translation: I told you not to meddle in my business)

"Так что, убить ее - твое дело"? Ivan mutters lowly walking further to where Dimitri stands and he just glares harder at Ivan

(Translation: so killing her is your business?)

"Это не твое дело, уходи" Dimitri barely grits out and I see Ivan shakes his head, I'm really wishing I could understand them, why didn't I ever take Russia as one of my languages when I was home schooled, I feel like a monkey sitting here and watching them argue, most likely about me and I don't even know what they're saying

(Translation: that's none of your business, leave)

"ты собираешься убить ее"!! Ivan yells pointing to me and Dimitri growls out before looking at me in a hard glare and his face becoming stoic, he moves his gaze back to Ivan

(Translation: You're going to kill her)

"Нет, но если ты не уйдешь, я уйду, и ее кровь будет на твоей руке" he mutters lowly and I see Ivan tense before his shoulders slump down in defeat, in moments like this I'm itching to know what Dimitri said to him, I've seemingly forgotten about my pain and focus on their arguing, at least if they're arguing for me to be killed, I should be awake when it happens.

(Translation: I won't but if you don't leave, I will and her blood will be on your hands)

Ivan just turns to look at me before giving me a sad look and smile, I knew he couldn't help me, not with Dimitri standing there and glaring at us both, I understand and I know he would have if he could

I don't have the strength to return the smile or show any emotions, I just watch him as he turns around and walks out of the basement, I guess whatever Dimitri said to him, it must have been a threat or something close to it.

My gaze move from the door to Dimitri's face and the glare he's sending my way is enough to run my blood cold.

I love the fact that Ivan and Dimitri are arguing in Russian, their accent is so fucking hot and sexy 😉😉😉

What do you think he's going to do??