I can't believe this is happening. Some fucking Ultranationist bastards captured me from the Bone-yard after I "died". I don't know how I came back to life. The last time I remember about my last moment. I sacrificed myself to saved my best friend for five years, Soap MacTavish. I saw a look on his face. His tears rolled down when I yelled at him to move on without me.

This man who is Vladimir Makarov's right-hand man, Anatoly. He been tortured me for long enough. I want to kill his scrawny ass, but the chains tie me up good. Anatoly used some of the drugs to calm me down. My body is weak as hell. He held my chin to look at him. The needle injected inside my arm again!

"Beenden Sie es, Arschloch!" I screamed in pain.
"Calm down, Dorogaya moya," His lustful accent is creepy me out..
"Please don't talk like that!"
"I can do anything I want,"

The growl slipped out of my mouth. Anatoly is starting to pissing me off! Anyway, he pours some chloroform liquid into the white cloth. I got a bad feeling about this. The older man presses his member against mine. I tried to push back, but my member grinded on himself. The cloth was put on to my mouth. Few second later, I pass out from that smell.

I woke on queen-sized bed. My pale body is completely naked! The door made the creaking noise when Anatoly opens it. He's only wearing unbuttons shirt. Oh, fuck my life. His hands messaged my weak shoulders. That evil look on his face.

"So, are you ready for this round, Assassin?" He asked me.
"Please don't do it!" I warned him.
"Well, too bad," He purring at me.
"I won't let you penetrate me," I closing my legs tightly.

Anatoly has no choice. He grabs the needle and fill drug inside my legs. I can't feel my legs. His teeth sucking my neck. The moan slipped out of my mouth. Why the fuck I'm enjoying this? That sick Russian man spreads my legs apart. He got up and remove all of his clothes. Anatoly grabbed the lube from the drawer. The two fingers went inside my entrance to stretches out and fills me up with lube. Oh god, make this stop! He slided his member inside me. We barely made the noise. Anatoly kept thrusting me. I'm moaning each time when his member hits my prostrate. He's reaching his climax. I can tell that he's breathing in that way. Harder... You bastard! Did I say that? He's gladly to do it.

"How you like that?" He moaned.
"Ja," I moaned in German.

I'm so filthy. My legs are wraps around his waist. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth. His mouth tastes like vodka. I gagged because of that taste. That thrusting arched my lower back. Anatoly made that last thrust. We stood there for five minutes. He pulled out his member out of me. The pearly white liquid and blood came out of my entrance and dripping on the sheet . Anatoly lied down next to me. My head lying on his chest. He picked the blanket up to cover our naked bodies. He heard me crying and kissed me for comfort. His thumb wiped my tears. I looked at him and said:

"I'm fucking hate you,"
"I love you too,"