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“Don’t!” I hollered. “You’re going to get us in trouble!”

He returned the knife to my neck and pressed hard. Warmth trickled down under my ear. “Stop moving. Pay for what you did. Just lay still. I’ll be quick.”

The sound of his belt unbuckling and him drawing down his zipper, was nothing to the horror of his body slapping against mine, as he repeatedly shoved his penis inside me. I sobbed from pain and shame.

I wanted to block out Leonardo’s disgusting grunts but couldn’t. Not when he was whispering in my ear how good it felt.This was the worst torture, but it didn’t last long. I felt warmth flood my passage, and he stopped.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

Suddenly, he was pulled from my back. When I looked over my shoulder, Alexie was kicking and stomping on Leo’s exposed dick. Then my brother started punching the crying kid in the face, until blood spurted. Leo, his pants open and half down his legs, curled himself into a ball and begged Alexie to stop.

But Alexie didn’t.

For once, I wasn’t afraid of the lunacy behind my brother’s gaze. It comforted me.

Then my brother reached over, picked up the knife, and took justice into his own hands. He slit the boy’s throat.

Coated in blood, Alexie helped me up. He took off his jacket and tossed it at me. “Tie that around your waist. Don’t let the other kids see you.”

With a nod, I did as he told me and ran home to hide.

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“How couldyou allow that boy to fuck you like that?” My father spat, ripping the closet door open. He removed the cat-o-nine from the top shelf. “Are you asuka?”

“Nyet.” Alexie stepped forward to protect me. “It’s not his fault.”

“It is!” Father snapped, slamming the closet shut. “Death would have been a better choice, but he feared it, and it made him weak. So he took it in the ass like–like, well, like hissuka mat!”My father spun and looked at the ceiling like he was praying. “I bet he screamed like her too.”

“Father–”

He walked toward Alexie and cast an adoring look toward him. “You did well, son. You handled the threat with the shrewd efficiency of a fearless leader. I can’t wait to announce you as my official heir. No more power games. No more training. Soon you’ll be a man.”

I could see the resigned sadness in my brother’s expression as he stepped aside. I would have to face my father’s wrath alone.

I held back the bile as I looked upon the instrument of pain that we in the household had become too familiar with.

The party was long over, having ended early because of Leo’s demise. Alexie had claimed to the boy’s parents that Leonardo had pulled a knife on him during a disagreement, and that it was self-defense. But I saw the look they both had when they saw their kid’s pants unbuckled. They knew. Theyknew. Which is why they simply said it was a terrible accident of boys being boys, and that Alexie was forgiven.

“Position!” my father roared.

After I removed my shirt, I turned and presented my back. My father expected those being punished by his hand to remain standing in place, not allowing us the comfort of something to lean on. And if we moved away, he’d hit us harder.

“Suka mat!”He shouted before the crack of the tails landed, and fire lanced down my spine.“Slabyy!”Another strike down my back was like hell.“Bespoleznyy!”

On and on it went.

When my body could take no more, I crumbled, nearly unconscious. From the darkness in my brain, I heard my father order his men to pick me up and put me in the basement.

At least I’d be close to my mother. I couldn’t remember how long it’d been since I last saw her.

CHAPTER FOUR

Tiffany, United States

I picked up my suitcase,my purse, and my stuffed pup, Hero, and went to give my last goodbyes to my parents. I had been planning this for a few months, allowing me time to get my passport, move all the money into an off-shore account, and say my goodbyes.

Inside their bedroom, I took in these last moments; committing them to memory. They held each other, looking very much like they were sleeping. They seemed happy in their passing, departing this world together. I would miss them more than I could fathom, but I could not bear to watch my mother and father suffer anymore.

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