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“Blyad.”Fuck.His grip on my hair tightens before he tosses me across the room. I hit the wall hard on my side and crumple to the floor. I still have my little makeshift weapon in a death grip when I hear his boots crunch along the broken glass and head for me. “Not nice, little pussycat. You will pay for that.”

I start stabbing at whatever I can hit, and he howls when I feel it make contact again. Then he catches me by my tethered wrists and hoists me up. “The feistier the better.” I can smell his rancid breath even through my smashed-up nose. He tosses me again against another wall, and this time I hit my head hard. But still I hang on to the spring clutched between both hands. Fucking idiot hasn’t even tried to take it from me yet.

He comes at me again, and I push away the nausea and clamber to my feet. Instead of waiting for him to come to me, I charge him. Screaming like a lunatic, I fight him with everything I’ve got. Using every bit of training I’ve ever had. Especially the training I’ve done with Alejo and Lucas. They taught me a lot of good tricks to fight a man where my strength would be no match for them.

For every hit he gets in, I somehow land two. I may not have muscle, but my size gives me the ability to be stealthy and quick on my feet. And I’m fighting for survival here.

He tears at my clothes in between hits, and it’s not until he has me pinned on the ground with my tied wrists above my head that I realize he managed to strip me bare. The panic really sets in, and I pause. He’s going to rape me. He’s going to take something away from me by doing that. Something that is sacred between Alejo and me. Something that only belongs to him. My intimacy.

The realization gives me a new burst of adrenaline, determined more than ever to survive this. Thrusting my head forward as hard as I possibly can, miraculously I land a killing blow right to his fucking nose.Take that, motherfucker.Instinctively, his hands fly up to cradle it, and I take the opportunity to roll out from underneath him, and I begin attacking him once again. I lost my only weapon somewhere in our scuffle, so all I have are my bare feet and my tethered hands.

Cranking my foot back, I kick out and up as hard as I can, kicking him in the face. I see his shadowy form snap back, and he slumps over to the side, but it’s not the end. Not yet. I jump on top of him, not at all caring that I’m now naked, and I start bashing in his face with my fists, pummeling him with heavier blows, since they are both crashing down on him together, united.

“Khuy tebe!”Fuck you!I screech, and keep pounding my fists down onto him. “You fuckingmudak!Pizda! Durak!” I scream until my lungs give out.

I only pause when I hear rapid gunfire. I scramble off of him and become a little frenetic looking around the dark room.Fuck. What do I do? I need my fucking hands untied.Hoping that Vlad is passed out or at least too fucked up to fight me again, I begin searching his limp body for a weapon. Any kind of weapon. A gun would be fucking awesome, but…Aha!I find a knife. I flip it open and feel that it’s a spearpoint. It’ll do.

Gunfire continues out there somewhere as I start vigorously sawing through my ropes as I hold the handle of the knife tightly between my knees. The gunfire gets closer as the walls around me tremble.Fuck, come on!

The ropes finally break, and when I go to grab something to cover myself up with, I hear voices outside the door getting closer and closer. Some voices in Russian and some in Spanish. I’m not safe until I don’t hear any more Russians, so I take a defensive stance with my knife pointed forward and my eyes fixated on where the door is. Prepared to fight my way out of here, or at least go down swinging.

I hear more shouting and then loud banging. Then there’s banging right on my door, and I brace myself. Taking in a deep breath, I angle myself in the room where they won’t be able to see me until the door is all the way open, but I’ll be able to see them, giving me the advantage. Other than the fact that they have guns and I have a knife. I can take out at least one guy.

One more loud bang against the door, and it flies open. Alejo stands in the doorway looking wild and untamed, like Hades standing at the threshold of the underworld. His eyes widen when he sees me, and at first he just stands there, as if he might have the wrong room. Then his feet begin moving with purposeful strides, and my entire body locks up, unable to move a muscle. His eyes finally tear away from mine mid-stride to take in my naked form, then he sees Vlad out of the corner of his eye and gives him a quick glance. I see the moment it registers what was about to happen, or may have already, and he stops.

He redirects his path and heads for the now moaning body on the floor. Without hesitation, Alejo grabs him by the collar and starts beating him in the face. Over and over and over. Now there is light coming into the room, illuminating the damage I have already caused. All I hear at first is bone crunching against bone and howling from Vlad. Then he grows silent, and the crunching turns into gushing. Alejo is literally bashing his brains in with his bare hands, and I watch everything. I’m not disgusted or horrified like a normal person should be. I’m intrigued, and I can’t tear my eyes away from Alejo. His powerful blows and his anger literally radiating off of his body in waves. I’ve never seen him like this before. He is an absolutely beautiful beast, my Alejo.

“Alejo!” My head snaps in the direction of Berto’s voice. Alejo doesn’t listen. “That’s enough, Alejo! He’s dead, but your wife is not!” That makes him stop.

He’s panting and seething as he gets to his feet. When he turns to face me, he’s covered in splattered blood. Blood is dripping from his hands and face as we both stand there staring at each other silently. “We need to move out soon, Alejo,” Berto says, then leaves.

Alejo makes the first move, and his strides are long and fast as he closes the distance between us. He gently cups my swollen face and kisses my lips. He’s being gentle, but I don’t want gentle. I need a searing and painful kiss to know that he’s really here. That this isn’t some kind of dream.

Gripping him by the back of his hair, I pull him down to me and deepen the kiss. Forcing his lips apart and shoving my tongue past them. He follows my lead and kisses me back, hard. I don’t care at all about the fact that he and I are both covered in blood. “I need you, Alejo. I need you so bad,” I whisper hoarsely into his mouth, ignoring the pain everywhere in my body except for my throbbing core. “Show me this is all real. That you really came for me.” The lump in my throat doubles as I cling to him.

He hoists me up so that I wrap my legs around him, and then he slams me up against the wall behind the door where people can’t see us. He makes quick work of his belt and pants and pulls out his hard length in record time. Lining it up with my entrance, he pulls me down on top of him, and I gasp for air. He pounds into me like there’s no tomorrow. Like this may be our last day here on earth. He fucks me with urgency and rage. “You came for me, Alejo,” I choke out.

He pounds into me even harder, crushing my hips with his hands. His face is buried in the crook of my neck. He doesn’t say a damn word the entire time as he continues to brutally fuck me. Not even when I quiver around him with my orgasm and not even when he twitches inside me with his.

Once we’re done, he stays inside of me with me pinned against the wall and rests his forehead against my shoulder. I run my fingers through his soft hair. “I thought I lost you,” he whispers in a pained voice.

“You’ll never lose me. I promise.” He shakes his head against me but stays silent. “Let’s go home, baby,” I whisper.

Irma

As predicted, I had to have reconstructive surgery to fix my nose. My fractured cheekbone will eventually heal on its own, along with everything else on my face and body. I also have to wear clear retainers at night to keep the teeth I got knocked loose in place. Luckily, I won’t have any more scars. At least, none that you can see.

For the first week, my face was hardly recognizable. Everything was so swollen and discolored, I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. The second week was a little better. The swelling went down some, and the bruises were turning colors. It’s now the third week, and the swelling has gone down immensely, but my face is still discolored in several places. Some yellow, some still dark purple. All signs of healing though.

Because Alejo is one of the richest men around, he had the top plastic surgeon flown in to do my nose job. It’s still a little swollen, but so far, it looks like my nose. In a few weeks, it’ll be as if nothing ever happened. I hope so.

Alejo has been quiet, and it’s like he can barely look at me. Knowing him, he’s probably blaming himself. That I was taken practically right under his nose. It wasn’t his fault that we had a fucking rat. It’s something they discovered after rescuing me. That’s how they knew when and where to get me.

I’m just waking up from a nap when I find Alejo hovering over the side of the bed, just watching me. He gives me a small smile, and I smile back at him. Before he looks away, I don’t miss the grimace and the way he clenches his fists. It’s like a stab right to the gut.

Sitting up, I bring my knees to my chest. “You grimace every time you look at me,” I say quietly, trying not to cry. His eyes snap back to mine, and his jaw ticks. “Do you find me hideous now?” I let out a humorless chuckle.

He rushes to my side and sits down next to me on the bed. Carefully, he reaches out and cradles my face. “The day I find you hideous is the day my eyes are torn from my head and I’ve gone mad. You will always be the most beautiful thing to me.”

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