Page 57 of Bratva's Captive

Maxim chuckles, seemingly unfazed. "Who cares? I'm not afraid of him. I don't answer to him. Besides, he'll have bigger problems to deal with when the Outfit declares war on him for not returning you."

“He’ll come for me.”

Maxim's laughter fills the room. "Let him come. It will be a pleasure to take him out," he sneers, a malicious glint in his eyes. "But for now, you belong to me." He forcefully holds my arms above my head with one hand, while the other grabs the top of my dress and forcefully tears it. The sound of fabric ripping echoes through the room. "And I intend to enjoy every moment of it."

I’m terrified of being raped by Maxim. I fight back tears.

"After I'm done with you, you'll vanish forever. I've sold you to an obscenely wealthy man in Dubai who saw your picture and paid a fortune for a you. He's been looking for a young, innocent girl, someone just like you, and now you belong to him. I can only imagine what he’s going to do with you..." Maxim says, his smile dripping with cruelty.

I struggle, trying to remember all that Nikolai had taught me about self-defense. I can feel the adrenaline spiking as fear grips me. I manage to pull one of my arm’s free and punch Maxim in the nose.

Maxim lets go and reels back with a loud curse, holding his now-bleeding nose. He looks down at me with a mix of surprise and anger, and I take advantage of the moment, stand up, and run towards the bathroom, hoping to lock myself inside. But Maxim is too fast. He catches me around the waist and drags me backwards, shoving me to the floor on my back. Maxim pins my arms with his knees. The worst position I can be in. I fight back as hard as I can, but Maxim is too strong. He puts his hand around my throat.

Maxim releases me, staggering back with a loud curse, his nose now streaming with blood. He gazes at me, a mix of surprise and anger on his face. Seizing the opportunity, I swiftly rise to my feet and make a dash for the bathroom, hoping to lock myself inside. But Maxim is too fast. He captures me around the waist and forcefully pulls me back, forcing me to the floor on my back. With his knees, Maxim pins my arms, immobilizing me in the worst position I can be in. I fight back with all my might, but his is too strong. He grips my throat, his hand squeezing.

"You little bitch!" he spits, backhanding me across the face. I taste blood in my mouth and my vision blurs.

“I was going to go easy on you but now you’re going to get it rough!”

“Leave me alone!” I scream.

His grip on my throat tightens.

As Maxim glares at me with a grin on his face. He slowly takes off his jacket with his other hand. I cringe knowing what he is going to do to me.

Maxim's expression darkens. "Now, Adalina, if you're a good girl, I won't have to hurt you."

I struggle to breathe as Maxim tightens his grip around my neck. I have to do something. I try to roll over, but he holds on fast to my neck.

"Give up, Adalina," Maxim sneers. "You're not going anywhere."

He lightly loosens his grip on my neck so I can breathe. My arms remain pinned by his knees.

"Let me go, Maxim," I plead, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. "I won't tell anyone what happened here. Please, just let me leave."

Maxim's lips twist into a cruel smirk. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Adalina. You're too valuable to me now."

He crashes his lips onto mine, and I feel bile rise up in my throat. I refuse to open my mouth, and I try to turn my head away, but one hand holds me firmly in place. I can feel his other hand roaming my body, groping and touching in places that make me feel sick. My stomach churns at the thought of Maxim assaulting me. Tears stream down my face as I realize I cannot get away from him.

I hear the sound of Maxim unzipping his pants…

Nikolai

We arrive at the motel, located on the outskirts of the city, that Alexei discovered on the dark web. I can see that it is a run-down, dilapidated, two-story building. The paint on the outside of the small motel is peeling, and the windows are covered in grime and dust. The neon sign on the roof is barely visible and flickers erratically, advertising vacancies in a feeble attempt to attract customers.

Misha signals the team to split up and search the area. We have to be careful - Maxim is sneaky little fucker who could have booby-trapped the place. As we step into the dimly lit lobby, my anger surges within me. We must find Adalina as quickly as possible.

The smell of mold and decay permeates the air. The shabby furniture in the small lobby is covered with dust, and the carpet is stained and sticky. The front desk is abandoned, with only a few scraps of paper left behind. The silence is deafening, except for the occasional creaking of the old building.

We proceed to search the rooms on the main floor one by one. The doors are unlocked, and faint sounds of a TV reach our ears, coming from the basement. Gesturing to the team, I indicate for them to position themselves around the closed basement door. We burst in, ready for a fight.

As we run down the basement stairs, the musty smell of damp concrete and mildew fills my nostrils. We reach the bottom of the staircase and enter the dimly lit basement.

The space is large, with high ceilings that seem to stretch up into the darkness above. The walls are made of old, rough brick and there are several wooden support beams scattered throughout the basement room. The floor is made of cold, hard concrete that is slightly uneven in places, giving the room a sense of age and neglect.

I can’t believe what I am seeing as I stand in the basement of this sleazy motel. The walls are lined with cages filled with a dozen teenaged girls, some of them barely conscious, all of them trapped and terrified. The metal is rusted and corroded, and the cages emit a putrid smell, a mixture of sweat and fear. This is Maxims' secret underground space for his human trafficking operation. I feel a mix of anger and disgust welling up inside of me as I take in the full extent of Maxim’s depravity.

My anger intensifies as I look around the cages. I can hear the soft moans and cries of the young girls trapped inside, and it makes me sick to my stomach. These girls had been taken from their homes and families, forced into a life of slavery and abuse.

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