Page 16 of Merciless Sinner

Petr marches out of the room and locks the door with a key, locking me in here.

Fear holds me in place for several minutes. I keep expecting him to come back, but he doesn’t.

It’s only after a few more minutes that I lower my body to the sheet and sink into the pillow, still too scared to do anything more.

I can’t even think of trying to escape with the guard downstairs.

Tears flow down my cheeks, staining the pillowcases and turning the fabric cold against my skin.

How could I have gotten myself in such a mess?

God… will Petr let me go when he’s done with me?

Or will he kill me.

I don’t think he’ll want to take the risk of word getting out that he held me at gun point.

After everything I’ve been through, I might die here.

Raped and murdered, then forgotten.

Terror continues pulsing through my mind, ravaging my body. I close my eyes to try and control it, hoping that the darkness I live in will keep me from going insane.

But it doesn’t work.

Nothing works.

Still, I keep my eyes closed, and wait, and wait, and wait.

I wait, and I don’t know how in the world I manage to slip into a deep sleep. And right into that dream I always have.

Dream. Nightmare. They feel like one and the same to me when my mind throws me into this dreary wilderness of desolation.

LikeAlice in Wonderland, I fall down into that deep, dark hole I’ve grown accustomed to, and I have to feel my way though. I can’t see anything ahead of me, but my fingers come in contact with a hard surface that feels like dirt in some places and concrete in others.

I’m so lost, and I have no idea where to go but to keep moving forwards. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and doom has filled my soul.

Suddenly, I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Help me,” I cry out to the nothingness surrounding me.

That’s when I see a glimpse of light and hear voices. One main voice in particular soothes my tired soul.

“Zayka, I got you. Come to me.”

I follow the voice until a hand reaches out to me. I take the hand, and I’m free.

Then, just like always, the contact pulls me out of the dream.

I open my eyes, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am and what happened to me. The instant I do, everything freezes inside me.

I’m naked in Petr’s room. I fell asleep in his bed, and now I’ve woken up to the real nightmare.

Is he still out?

Or is he back?

The light around me is dimmer than before, suggesting someone must have come in here. There’s also a weird smell about the place. It’s coppery and heavy.

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