Page 15 of Twisted Obsession
Yuri entered the room with a sadistic smile on his face, like he had been waiting for this ever since I had been taken prisoner. Without warning, he scooped me up from the mattress and flung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Put me down.” I pounded my fists against his back as hard as I could without so much as a flinch. “Where are you taking me?”
“To your new home,” he chucked with satisfaction.
Yuri carried me down the black marble staircase and through a grand foyer. From what I could see of the place where I had been held captive, it was massive. The ceiling was high, with crystal chandeliers suspended evenly from one another. Paintings covered the dark walls, which I was certain were all originals. There were several doors on each side that were closed and some that opened to a large living room and what appeared to be a dining room. Yuri took me through a labyrinth of hallways before descending a dark staircase.
The further he went down, the colder my body got. I knew we were under the mansion, in the basement. Dim lights flickered on and off as he continued to carry me down a musty corridor which was lined with bottles of vintage wines on both sides. Once we had passed the racks of wine, Yuri pushed open a metal door and stepped through it. On the other side were four cell like cages—three had a thin, filthy mattress on the floor along with a five-gallon bucket and one had a metal table and a cabinet with medical supplies. The blood staining the cellfloors made my stomach churn, making me realize the amount of torture he inflicted on his prisoners. Prisoners like me.Shit.
Yuri forcefully grabbed me around my waist and shoulder and dropped me onto the thin mattress. The mattress was so thin, I felt my tailbone hit the hard concrete floor. Scrambling to my feet, I tried to get to the door before he closed it, but all I got was a hard slap across the face that sent me flying sideways.
“Maybe you should have agreed to marry the boss,” Yuri said as he closed the door and locked it. “If you had, at least you would have gotten a decent meal. Now you will have to wait until tomorrow.”
Chapter Eight
Dmitri
My wedding plans with Lara would have to be put on hold until she learned how to obey me. I thought for sure she was finally breaking when she submitted to my kiss, but I was wrong. Watching her touch herself had undone me but hearing my name from her lips was the nail that made me lose control. Still, her refusal had to be dealt with. There was no way I could have a disobedient wife on our wedding day. As much as it pained me to leave her in the torture chambers, I would do whatever I had to, to make her agree to marry me. After ten days with very little food and water, I thought for sure she would give in. She was a lot stronger than I first thought. I was a patient man and soon she would break.
As if on cue, Stepan entered my study. “We have one of the men from the warehouse ready to question. Do you want me to move the girl?”
“I think it’s time for mykukolkato get a taste of what happens to those that disrespect me,” I replied as I stomped out my cigar and rose from my chair.
Even though Lara wouldn’t be able to see me torture the man who might have betrayed me, she would be able to hear his pain. It would be enough to give her the incentive she needed to accept my marriage proposal.
I follow Stepan downstairs past the wine cellar, making sure to grab a bottle of 2003 Chateau Lafite Rothschild and a clean wineglass on the way. I always enjoyed a glass of expensive wine during my very persuasive interrogations.
When I walked past the cell Lara was being held in, I took a moment to check in on mykukolka.She huddled in the corner on the thin mattress, wearing only the bra and panties I’d provided since taking her from her Boston life. With only water and bread to eat, I could see she had lost weight. Her curves were still there, but less prominent. I hated seeing her like this. Hopefully soon she would see things my way.
I handed Stepan the wine bottle and glass before opening the door of Lara’s cell. Once inside, I lowered my body to her level and examined her frail state. When her eyes met mine for a short moment, I felt remorse. The green luster was gone and so was the fire they once held. Even so, she was still breathtaking. Dirt and sweat along with her matted hair covered her face, and filth covered her skin.
As she turned away, I ran my finger down her cheek and hooked it under her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Such a strong woman. You will never win,kukolka.Are you ready to obey me? To be mine.”
“Yes.” She replied weakly, her eyes filled with tears.
“Good girl.” I kissed her on the forehead and turned to Stepan. “Our prisoner will need to wait. I’m taking Lara upstairs.”
“Yes, sir.” Stepan nodded his head as I lifted her from the filthy mattress and walked past him.
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I took Lara to my room and carefully placed her on the toilet while I filled the large tub with water and added some lavender foaming bath oil to relieve some of the aches and pains from her body. Removing her bra and panties, I picked her up and gently placed her in the tub.
Squeezing a healthy amount of body wash on a bath sponge, I took hold of her arm and began gently rubbing away the grime from the cell I held her captive in. She had such beautiful skin—untainted, pure.
Lara looked at me, her eyes hooded with exhaustion. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because your father took something I loved from me, so I am returning the favor. He needs to suffer the way I have.” I continue my care without any other explanation.
“Why now? My papa is dead. How is taking me going to make him suffer?”
“There is no evidence that he’s dead,kukolka.”
After I got all the dirt and grime washed off Lara’s body, I reached into the shower and turned on the water. While I waited for the water to get to the perfect temperature, I stripped out of my clothes.
“Like what you see,kukolka?” I asked with a grin, seeing a hint of that fire coming back into her beautiful green eyes as her eyes lingered on my naked body.
Filled with embarrassment, she turned her head away, avoiding me altogether. Walking over to the tub, I lifted her out and held her close to me. “You are going to have to get used to seeing me naked, especially since I’m going to be your husband.”
