Page 14 of Taking Me

Fourteen

Broken

Marklov began to bathe me, pouring water over my bruised and bloodied body. The warmth of the water stung against my raw skin, but I welcomed the sensation, I’d take anything to distract me from the pain that coursed through my veins.

As he washed my body, his touch was rough and had a pinch of sympathy within it. I flinched at every stroke, my mind screaming for me to fight back, to run away. But I knew I couldn’t. I have no idea where I am or where I would even go if I did escape.

My thoughts go back to Ghost and the night where everything happened, I wonder if he is even alive still, and if he is has he forgotten about me? Or did he feel the same spark burst alive in him when we locked eyes and both of us murdered someone on our first “date”?

My thoughts were interrupted when Marklov grabbed me by my chin making me lock eyes with him. Shit. “Little Sinister,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “That’s what I used to call you, do you remember?” Yeah, of course, I fuckin’ remember. Howcould I not? “Yes, I remember,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Good,” he said, a sinister smile spreading across his face. “Because I have missed you, Little Sinister. I have missed you so much. You were hard to track down after you took off and joined the military. You know that? Were you running from me?” I was running from life mother fucker what’s it to ya?

“No, I…I wasn’t running from you,” I said in a stuttered and hushed tone limiting the words that I spoke in hopes I don’t piss him off and the fact that my throat ached from screaming out and having nothing to drink for days.

I feel so weak, I have never felt like this a day in my life. I swore to myself I would never let a man hurt me again and I failed. I failed myself just like I failed my mother.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Because you are mine, you have always been mine, and I will do anything and everything I can to keep you, even if…” he strokes my soaked hair and runs his hand down my face lifting my chin to look him further in his eyes. “Even if I have to kill you, you will be mine until the death of one of us.

You became my greatest obsession all of those years ago and when you ran it made me crave you even more.” He let out in a promising voice. “I was just a kid though Markl…” He cuts me off “You do not call me Marklov, you will call me master, is that understood” he barked out. “Ye…yes master” I nodded submitting to his command.

He begins trailing his fingers along my neckline and down to my breast. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, his grip tightening around me. I closed my eyes, trying to push away the fact of knowing that it was his rough hands trailing my skin and not Ghost’s. I wish I could see him and feel him. I would do anything just to be able to know that he is alive and well.

How did I go from being a merciless killer to this beyond-broken woman who can not defend herself after everything that I have been through?

“Can I ask you something?” I said my voice shaking and terrified of what may happen next. “What is it Little Sinister?” he let out in a soft voice while washing the rest of the soap off of me. “The man I was with before…before you took me is he alive?” Marklovs eyes were bloodshot, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply as he glared at me.

I can feel his anger radiating off of him coming off in waves, and I knew that I had said something to set him off. Followed by that was a hard slap. It was so hard that he busted my lip on impact causing my once bubbly and clean water to turn into a tub of light crimson. “Stand up” He orders. I stand up, my body trembling with fear. Marklov takes my arm and roughly drags me out of the tub, his grip tightening as he pulled me over to the counter.

“You shouldn’t ask questions that you know are going to piss me off, Little Sinister,” he sneered.

My skin is burning from the friction of the rough grip that he has on my upper arm. He pushes me onto the bathroom counter, the cold marble surface sending a chill down my spine. Marklovs grip on me tightens as he pulls my hips towards him, spreading my legs with one hand and pushing my hand down on the hard surface with the other, positioning me in a way that made my stomach turn.

I squeeze my eyes shut, desperately praying for this nightmare to end, but the horror only intensifies. He forces himself on me, his overwhelming weight pressing me into the darkness. Each second stretches into an eternity as his presence suffocates me, and the violation cuts deeper than ever before. Helplessness and despair engulf me, trapping me in the torment that has become my new reality.

The sound of his zipper sends a surge of panic through me, and I want to turn around and fight him off, but I can’t. I’m so fuckin’ weak right now. I cry out as he forces himself into me; it’s not as bad as the first time, thanks to the water preparing my body a bit. “I told you, if you behaved, I’d reward you. Why is it so hard for you to fucking listen, Little Sinister?” he shouts, gripping my hair so tight my scalp feels like it’s on fire.

I know that the only way to escape him is to play as a good girl, so that’s what I will do. “I’m… I’m so sorry…” I clear my throat “Master”. That word rolling off of my tongue made me want to rage and thrash on myself. I will forever beat myself up over this.

Marklov sneers at me, his eyes cold and dead. “Good girl,” he says, patting my head as if I were a little puppy.

Fifteen

Good Girl

Ifight the urge to recoil from his touch. Instead, I plaster a fake smile on my face and nod my head, playing the part of the submissive captive to the best of my ability. Marklov finishes and pulls away, zipping up his pants. He looks at me, his expression unreadable. “You’re mine now, Little Sinister,” he says.

“You’ll never leave me again. You need to realize that, the sooner you do the better off you will be, I will forget that you asked such a thing and I will treat you to food and water, put this on” He picks up a robe and gives me a look that makes my mind obey his every order instantly.

He walks across the bathroom leaving me standing there and knocks three times on the door to let the guard on the outside know that he has finished up. “Get her dressed and bring her up for dinner, keep a close eye on her, if she tries any dumb shit let me know,” He told the guard.

“Yes boss, you got it,” the guard said as he nodded his head with confirmation. I stood there awaiting my next order andinstructions on what to do next. I take my robe and wipe off the blood dripping down from my busted lip. If I get out of here alive, I will reinforce my promise to myself. His head will be mine.

“Let’s go” The guard walks in and grabs my arm lightly giving me a sense of relief. He guides me out of the bathroom and down the hallway, panic sets in as we near the room I was captive in.

A few doors down from where I was before, he stops and opens a different door. I hesitate as he gestures for me to enter, my heart pounding in my chest. This room is a major difference from the last one. As I step inside, I immediately notice the white walls, which give the space a sterile, almost clinical feel. An actual bed replaces the cold, hard surface I was used to, and the ceiling is much higher, making the room feel less confining. The atmosphere is entirely different, almost unsettling in its normalcy compared to the previous space.

I turn to look at the guard. “Just wait here and someone will be in shortly to prepare you for dinner,” he said. He then let himself out, closing and latching the door from the outside. I stood there for a moment, taking in the quiet of the room.

The air felt thick with anticipation, and the silence was almost deafening. I walked over to the bed, rubbing the comforter, wondering what awaited me next. The room, though somewhat homily, felt like a gilded cage, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

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