Page 28 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

All that noise and no one cares to even check on me.

I bolt out of the door. At least I know my way out into the garden.

I run down the long flight of stairs that curves into the first foyer. Keep moving. Don’t stop.

Get out.

Go faster.

I’m out of breath, a little frantic. I take a wrong turn in the dark and instead of ending up at the back door through the kitchen, I end up at the front door.

There seem to be a million locks on here.

“What the hell are you doing?” his voice comes from behind me and makes me jump in fright.

I let out a sharp scream and spin around to face him.

My heart is hammering loudly as I stare at him, looking left and right, trying to figure out a way to escape. I can’t go back to that room.

I can’t be locked up alone anymore.

Tears start to stream down my face as he walks towards me with determination and darkness in his eyes.

“Please, don’t put me back in there,” I plead. He doesn’t say a word.

I take a step away from him and my back is pinned against the door. “Please, Avraam,” I try again.

He grabs my arm and tugs me towards him. “How the hell did you even get out of the cuffs?” He pulls my arm up in front of us and stares at my wrist where the cuff should me. Then his face falls flat.

He looks furious.

My wrist is still bleeding and raw and the sight of it seems to make him angrier than I have ever seen him before.

He shakes my arm, “What did you do to yourself, Ruslana? Why would you do this?” he asks aggressively.

I yank my arm away from him, screaming back at him. “I can’t go back in there. I can’t do it. I can’t be alone anymore!” I shout at him, my emotions surging out of me in panic and fear of being stuck in solitude again.

Avraam seems taken aback by my outburst.

He reaches out more slowly this time and pulls my arm forward.

Looking down at my injured wrist, his jaw clenches and his mouth pulls tight. He shakes his head and sighs heavily.

Then he starts tugging me with him as he walks back towards the stairs.

“No, please,” I whimper. “Please, Avraam—“

He walks silently, dragging me along. In the long passage that leads to the bedroom, he turns the wrong way.

My footsteps falter in confusion. He isn’t taking me back to the bedroom. But what does that mean? Where is he taking me? Am I in trouble for breaking free again? Is he going to lock me up somewhere more secluded?

I’m too terrified to open my mouth and say even a single word. All my talking is what got me in trouble last time. I can’t make this worse for myself.

He drags me into another bedroom, and instantly, I realize it’s his room—it smells like him. The scent of him is everywhere.

He pushes me towards the bed, forcing me to sit on the edge.

“Don’t even bother trying to run, Ruslana. This house is a fortress. You won’t get out of it,” he sighs.

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