I don't remember how I got here or how I ended up like this. All I remember was his large form laying over me as I woke up. I remember the unspeakable things that he did while he whispered with his thick Russian accent into my ear that I am now "one" with him. I remember the pain I felt as the heavy bottle of vodka was smashed over my head. I remember the amounts of warm blood that pored from my mouth as his massive fists rained down upon my jaw. Once he had his fix, he stashed my bruised and exposed body into his bedroom closet. I didn't have the energy nor the mental capacity to try and escape. I was doubtful that my legs would even support me if I had attempted to stand. I just laid there on the floor of the closet, huddled up with my arms covering my chest in an attempt to stay warm and decent.
When I felt another wave of sobs about to form in my chest, my frail form flinched as the closet door slowly opened. Instead of seeing the sadistic Russian as I had expected, I instead saw the gentle face of a young man. He was much smaller than the Russian man in size, though fairly similar in height. He wore a dark green military uniform with padded shoulders in which his long brown hair brushed upon. The look of fear in his tender blue eyes matched mine as he peered down at me. I watched him as he frantically looked around the room, as if to make sure no one else was in the room with us. He then did something that I wasn't expecting; he shrugged his green military jacket off of his shoulders and placed it over my shivering body. He then responded to my confusion by giving me an unsure yet comforting smile.
The serenity of the moment didn't last long, however, as his smile faded with the sounds of heavy boots making their way back into the room.