"As My Life Flashes Before My Eyes, I'm Wondering Will I Ever See Another Sunrise? So Many Wont Get The Chance To Say Goodbye, But It's Too Late To Think Of The Value Of My Life." Rihanna; Russian Roulette.
His hand rose out of one simple reason; boredom. That and the thought of destroying something so fragile looking was more than appealing, trembling beneath him with terrified blue eyes, it made him want to crush her. Breaking things was what someone as disturbed as him did best; his penetrating grey eyes almost gleamed with the thought of obliterating her until there was merely pieces of her left. Crying and softly whimpering, it made him sick.
If the men's reaction to Bane's presence didn't alert Vesper of his power in this group of Mercenaries, then his living space certainly did. While the other men all sat around small cots crowded together on the factory floor, the bulky intimidating man resided in a dusty, office that overlooked the entire factory floor, blinds closed by his henchmen when he had stepped in later that evening.
The nearly broken legs of the mahogany desk seemed as if it would collapse any moment, stacked with various papers of maps and what looked to be confidential files. A large fire place was on the left of the room, flames wisping out of it to keep out to frozen weather of Russia, it was the only comfort Vesper had felt all night when the warm flames kissed her skin. That comfort soon evaporated when she saw the lone double mattress placed on the floor, looking to be slightly damp, placed just below the blinded window, a dirty looking sheet barely covering it.
Her stomach tightened into knots, and she balled fistfuls of her shirts to keep herself from covering her face with her hands and crying. The henchmen holding onto her elbow shoved her forward, tripping over her feet and landing on the floor on her knees. The wooden door was slammed shut soon after, and Vesper kept her head cast down, staring at the old wooden floorboards in an attempt to calm her fear from the monster standing by the fire place.
Shrugging off his coat and leaving on the floor, he stretched his neck, cracks sounding, before he turned back around, and walking past Vesper, barely noticing her presence. He unclipped his bullet proof vest slowly, placing it beside the desk, leaning against it. He then removed his long sleeved shirt, the black material contrasting against his porcelain white skin, throwing it to a duffel bag beside the desk, covered in discarded clothing.
His boots echoed on the worn floorboards as he stalked back towards Vesper, his breathing through the concoction on his mouth making it audible, making it sound as if it were painful to do so.
She closed her eyes, in hopes of waking up and realising that this would all be a nightmare. Only she didn't, and she cursed herself for even wishing such a thing, because wishing would get her no where. She was on her own with this, stuck in the middle of no where, far from Moscow, and as daylight was finally approaching she wondered what Evelyn and Michael Macintyre may think, how they would react when they had realised she was gone.
Maybe they would go to the police, maybe they would declare her a missing person, but she knew that it would be futile. They may post an out dated picture of her, but the police would never look, she was an orphaned girl who to be quite frank no one really cared about, people didn't go looking for people like her. The would be a dozen other women missing anyway, women from across the street that people gave even less of a shit about.
She would be cast away with them, a stroke of bad luck, that these things happened, and would be forgotten off. Vesper had no one, nothing to go back to, because no one cared about people like her, she was unimportant, and these men knew it.
"Get up."
His voice startled her, seeing as she wasn't expecting such a thick British accent to come from him, sounding far more intelligent that he looked, muffled by the mask. Then again she wasn't sure what to expect when she eventually heard his voice, and his deep voice reverberated through the room, sending cold shivers right down to the bone.
She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts of how much this monster terrified her that she hadn't realised that she had completely ignored his command, causing her to yelp in shock and pain when his beast of a hand grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up without considering how much it would pain her. Then again she didn't think he cared for whether he caused pain on others, he was built to destroy things, things clearly much bigger and more important than her. She probably looked like an insect beneath his foot, one she knew that he would eventually stomp on, crushing her until there was nothing left.
"You will do well to obey if you wish to prolong your life."
She said nothing, knowing that if she did it would be a very big mistake, and let him drag her by the hair to the beat up mattress, falling onto it as hr threw her down, springs inside it of it creaking audibly at her weight.
Vesper cried that night, silently so as not to anger her captive, curling into a ball in the mattress, wearing what was left of her now torn clothing. Soft tears fell down her cheeks and onto the mattress, the sheet wrapped around her, while the monstrous man sat at his desk, sifting through saviours and behaving as if he hadn't just violated a young girl.
She could feel the pain of her newly formed bruises already setting in, her wrists sore from being crushed together by one of his, held above her head as if to keep her from fighting him. Her collar bone and shoulder sore from where his mask pressed into her, his enormous body weight crushing down on hers as he relieved himself, purple bruises littered the inside of her thighs.
He was unnaturally silent the entire way through, the only sound being from the creaking of the mattress, almost constrict her from breathing as his torso weighed down on her ribcage, destroying her innocence and causing pain in every inch of her body. Through all of it she hadn't made a sound, no attempt to push him off or fight against him, because she knew there was no point, this creature could simply crush her skull with his bare hands; she had no chance of fighting him off. It was a futile idea.
"Weeping is a form of weakness, a weakness that I do not appreciate witnessing."
Even through all his difficult smart words she understood the threat, and out of her fear of him she wiped at her cheeks, biting her lip and forcing herself to stop the tears, shutting her eyes tightly to push the horrific memories out of her head. His tone was so formal, professional yet underlined with so much ferocity she couldn't understand how these men to bear to be around him for so long.
Her plaid shirt was practically the only thing left on her, her jeans and jacket ripped from her and torn, all done with a single care from the man, as if they were obstacles that were easily removable in his path.
She could almost laugh at the notion of sleeping, the idea was no longer appealing, no matter how tired she was now, she had no need to be plagued in nightmares in her sleep when she was already living in one. Her dirty blonde hair now felt tangled and a mess, her skin now dry from the sweat once there, and she longed for a shower to scrub away the dirt she felt, both literal and metaphorical.
The sun had completely risen by the time Bane had left his quarters, and only then was Vesper feeling safe enough to allow herself some sleep, and eventually, ever so slowly, her eyes fluttered shut.
Cold air swept up her bare legs, the plain white sheet barely warming her, the fire had long been put out and a shiver ran up her spine, eventually stirring her awake, and she pulled her shirt tighter around her as she sat up. Rubbing the crust out of her eyes Vesper yawned softly, pulling the elastic out of her tangled hair, she attempted to run her fingers through the blonde looks. It looked darker, considering it was covered in sweat, and the blood that she had still failed to clean from her head, she wished for nothing but a warm shower.
She only then noticed the metal tray beside the bed, a single bowl with what appeared to be porridge; breakfast. She had definitely not slept for a long period amount of time, seeing as breakfast had been served, and she doubted the monster was the one to have placed it there. Beside it, folded perfectly, was a knitted navy green jumper, and only a jumper.
Vesper picked it up, unfolding it and holding it out before her, understanding only slightly as it was clearly a men's size, and a large one at that. She pulled it over her plaid shirt, feeling the thick soft material already warming her pale skin, and stood briefly to pull it down, falling all the way down to her knees. She sighed sadly, understanding why she had not been given any bottoms, and felt just as sick as she had before at the thought of it, of his hands on her and bruising every inch of her skin.
A knock on the door drew her out of her spiral into depression, and she sank down back onto the mattress, drawing her knees up and pulling the sheet over her legs, not wanting to humiliate herself further.
The door opened with a resounding creak, and Vesper's eyes lit up in recognition as she recognized the Englishmen from the bar pop his head in, a tight awkward smile on his lips. He failed to meet her gaze much as he walked in, stopping just before her and bending to pick up the uneaten tray of porridge, which was now cold. She kept her eyes on his black combat books, pausing for a very long time before she replied to his question of why she had not eaten.
"I am not hungry," her accented voice was barely above a whisper, her voice trembling, and when she eventually looked up to him, his brows furrowed, guilt coursing through him as he saw her blue eyes filled with nothing but despair.
Normally he wouldn't care, he had gotten past that the first time they had brought back whores, and that was many years ago. The fact was that this time she wasn't a whore, she was beyond young and exposed to such horrors she shouldn't have seen, and because – to some degree - he knew her, and knowing the woman who you know is being brutally raped made it much worse than it should have already been.
"What's your name?"
Vesper looked back to him, pressing her lips together in contemplation before she looked away again, "Vesper."
He nodded, holding the tray in one hand, while pointing a thumb to his chest with the other, "I'm Ezerah."
Her suspicions had been correct, with a name such as that he clearly was of Arab heritage, despite his English accent, and when she nodded he seemed to visibly relax, his dark coloured eyes softening before he turned to leave the room, opening the door once more.
He stood at the door, hand on the doorknob as he was about to close it, Vesper staring at him innocently, arms wrapped around herself.
"I'm sorry."
The door closed, without a single interruption, and the silence that followed made her feel as if no one had ever been in the room, yet somehow, even then, Vesper felt as if it were the most sincere words she had ever been given.
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