For the year or so things went relatively smoothly. I mostly kept my head down and played the part of Russia's submissive pet while I healed and planned my escape. Ivan's disposition towards me had changed in small ways for the better. The beatings for minute infractions had become less regular and I was rarely put in the basement anymore. I even had been allowed to permanently move into a small bedroom adjacent to Ivan's as a reward for good behavior. My cross was still in that bastard's possession and I was being forced to wear the hammer and sickle Russia and his bosses were so fond of. The Luftwaffe uniform I had worn since the beginning of the war had been confiscated and the new East German one made to replace it.
It was mid-december before I had my first opening in which to flee the frozen hell that had become my home. The plans had been finalized for months but the opportunity to execute it had never arisen before then. My lucky break had come when Ivan's boss had summoned him to the Kremlin for an emergency and I was allowed to stay home. It was the first time since I had healed that I was allowed on my own for more then a few hours. He was going to be gone for a few days and I wanted to be at West's before he got back which meant I had to leave immediately. For some reason the thought of breaking Russia's trust made me feel guilty, just one more reason I had to leave quickly. Before I didn't want to any longer.
Within minutes of his departure I was up and running around the empty house gathering whatever supplies I needed on the trip to Germany's house. Anything I deemed necessary for survival in the harsh Russian winter found its way in the duffel I had acquired in the early stages of planning. Matches, food, water, blankets, and the like were haphazardly stuffed into the bag as I hurried to get out of this prison. My cross remained elusive despite the fact I had torn through the entire house searching for it. The bastard must have taken it with him.
Thirty minutes later found me taking one last look at the house that had been my jail for the last few years as I headed down the drive. I had checked a map before leaving and designed the quickest route to my brother's place. There was a forest a few miles from Ivan are that I could cut through to get to my destination faster. The distance looked shorter on the map and it took me longer then I expected by hours. Numerous hours passed before I reached the edge of the woods exhausted. I was out of shape and running the ten miles to the forest had drained me. Making my way into the dense trees I stumbled across a small brook. Night was falling and I figured this was as good a place as any to bunk down for the night. It was far enough from the house that it was safe and exhaustion made my limbs little more then dead weight and my eyelids heavy. There was a little niche made by the tree roots, just big enough for me to curl up in. I pulled the blankets from my pack and wrapped it around me as I coiled into a ball and nestled between the roots. I was out as soon as my eyes closed, to tired to fight sleep any longer.
I was startled awake when a hand clamped down over my mouth, harshly. Ivan's face loomed in my vision and he looked beyond pissed. I tried to push the hand off my mouth, fear coursing through my veins. The pure terror coiled in my belly made me sick to my stomach.
"Do you know what happens to little birds that flee home? They get lost and hurt. Do you know the best way to stop them from leaving? You make sure they can't fly away. Maybe its time I clip your wings permanently, da?" the sickly sweet tone sent shivered of fear down my spine as it whispered in my ear. The threat was not lost on me and I tried to beg him not to do anything but I couldn't speak so it was left to my eyes to do the talking. He either didn't notice or simply ignored it as he grabbed my arm and twisted it till he heard a sickening snap. My scream of pain was muffled by his hand but he still heard it and his face warped into a grin of sadistic glee. The pipe that was the object of so many of my nightmares was removed from his coat and I expected to be beat like always but to a new level of pain. Oh boy was I ever wrong. He had something much, much worse in mind as I learned when he ripped the clothes off my lower half. It was then that it dawned on me what he was about to do and I renewed my struggles, trying to beg him not to. Whimpers fell from my lips as he pressed his hand more forcefully against my mouth to still me. His gleeful smirk was the last thing I remember before pain took over my mind and I blacked out.
Im so sorry it took months to get this out. Stuff has been happening and i might have to go in for surgery so ive been preoccupied. but updates will come more often now that its summer. Please dont hate me!
