Page 2 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

“The things I could do with this.” His voice slid over me like a toxic sludge as he ran the blade down my thigh. I squeezed my eyes shut, even though they were hidden behind the blindfold, as I felt the warm trail of blood trickle down my leg.

“Come. I think it’s time for a little fun.” He jerked me from the wall and drug me to what I could only imagine would be my doom. After twists and turns taken through the house, I heard a door shut behind us as he shoved me to the ground. “My beautiful Olivia.” He emphasized the ‘O’ in my name each time he said it, and I cringed at the sound of it on his lips.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I questioned. I couldn’t understand.

I felt his hot breath on my neck as he leaned in closer to me. “Because you are mine.” He pulled the blindfold from my eyes, and I stared in shock at the scene before me.

The room was completely dark with the exception of one wall that was lit with a spotlight. The X-frame that stood in the center of the wall had my blood freezing. He pulled me from the floor and drug me towards the wooden frame. I struggled against him, trying to free myself from the nightmare I had surely fallen into. But each struggle was pointless as he jerked me forward, slamming my body into the frame. I was no match for the man; even if he was in his fifties, he was still stronger than me.

“Please, keep struggling. It’s only going to make our time together more enjoyable on my part.”

He smiled as he fisted his hand in my hair and yanked my head back. His tongue slid up the side of my face, the stale stench of cigar smoke overtook my nose, and I had to refrain from gagging.

He released my hands from the blouse before lifting them above my head and securing them in the leather cuffs that hung from the top of the frame. He moved swiftly to my ankles securing them in matching leather cuffs so that I was spread eagle facing the wall with my back to him. It was one of the most vulnerable positions I could be in.

One day I will give it all back to you,I vowed to myself.

I listened to him moving something metal around behind me and even though I tried to peer over my shoulder, my movements were limited. The warmth of my blood continued to run in rivulets down my leg. I jumped when I felt his hand run up the line of blood, smearing it along the inside of my thigh, and when it moved across to the other thigh, I knew what was coming.

I didn’t move, not even my breathing sped up as the knife pressed harder this time into my flesh, shooting pain through my entire leg.

The sound of the metal clunking against the floor echoed throughout the room and I realized he threw the knife. But it wasn’t over; it had just begun.

My mind and all my senses shut down as I focused on the swirls of the wood in front of me. I had never felt so dirty in my life as I did in this moment, suffering under this man’s touch.

“Now for the real fun.”

There was a twisted joy in the words as he moved across the room. I kept still as I felt the wounds in my thighs bleeding and I prayed to whoever was listening that this would end swiftly. When the crack of the whip resounded across the room, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep from crying out in pain. Frantically jerking my arm in towards my body, I tried to release it from the cuff.

The next crack of the whip echoed even louder, and with it a searing pain unlike anything I’d encountered before flashed across my back.

“Next time, maybe you’ll think twice before fighting me.” Again, the snap sounded and another hot flash of pain ricocheted through my body. This time, I couldn’t hold back the scream that was wrenched from my lips. “And maybe you’ll keep your snarky comments to yourself.”

Another lash. Another scream.

“Please…” I begged in sobs. “Please… I’m sorry.” Another crack. Another scream. “Malcome please.” I pleaded. “Whatever you want…” I promised, “I’ll do it.” Another crack.

He would break me. It wasn’t a question of if he could break me, but how long it would take him. I wouldn’t be able to survive his hand or his wrath. I had to find a way out. Find a way to be free, but I wouldn’t risk my mother’s life either, which is exactly what would happen if I tried to leave. Father wouldn’t think twice about handing her over to this monster in payment for me or for himself. I’d have to save us both, get us both out alive and safe.

A sigh left my lips as he unhooked my ankles. My legs shook beneath me and I knew I had no strength to stand on my own. As soon as my wrists were released, I crumpled to the ground like some worn rag doll. I lay there until the doctor he paid very well to treat me, helped me to a nearby table. He covered the lashings across my back with a salve… only a few had actually split the skin.

I guess wearing anything backless would no longer be an option. Malcolm was very intentional on where he placed his markings… always in a place easily hidden… never somewhere that couldn’t be covered.

Chapter One

Olivia

The memories we made this summer would stay with me forever. When life became unbearable and cruel, I’d have this to remember. There wasn’t a shred of doubt which way my life would turn under Malcome Schmidt. It would be a living nightmare and fear grew within me with each day that neared this summer to the end. There was anguish and repulsion swarming inside me awaiting the day I would become Mrs. Malcome Schmidt. I was scared of becoming my mother. She was just a shell of a person now but at least her body was her own. Malcome Schmidt’s goal was to destroy me mentally and physically. With each summer day that passed my dread grew and my nightmares crept back.

Thinking about going home and what followed afterwards caused an intense, freezing fear within me. Malcome Schmidt was intent on torture so he could get off. I had a few scars already to prove it. He always made sure the scars he left were on the hidden parts of my body, but once I was his wife, he would no longer care where and how he hurt me.

Anastasia started to suspect it earlier this year. When I needed her help to clean up the one he caused with his cigarette lighter on my inner thigh, she got her confirmation. She was furious, ready to make him pay. It took all my convincing to ensure she didn’t make a move, and finally she promised. She was a great friend with a great heart, and wanted justice for everyone. She definitely got that from her dad.

Except there would be no justice for me. My father sold me out.

Firmly pushing these thoughts out of my mind, I concentrated on now. This summer was for me. My mother fought to allow me this chance to have this and I wouldn’t waste it on glooming thoughts. It has been a truly unforgettable summer, the best summer of our lives. We were together. Scarlett and Anastasia were like my own sisters. I wished I could freeze this moment and stay in it forever. I glanced at my best friends and smiled with affection. All three of us were young, carefree, and happy at this very moment. I memorized the feeling for the nights that were sure to get hard.

“One more round,” Scarlett yelled slightly tipsy with a big smile on her face. If her mystery man didn’t hurry up, she’d be trashed. And Anastasia and I wouldn’t be far behind.

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