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Welcome to the world of Stockholm syndrome

"A very beautiful honey blonde, Sharon Tate, looked into the eyes of the man who the evidence shows just four and a half months later would order her tragic and violent death." -Vincent Bugliosi

The long ride to the prison was a long and tiring ride. It may have been bumpy and not to comfortable ride but at least my body was getting some sort of rest. Covering myself tightly to keep the warm in my body was proving to be hopeless. The jacket was too thin that the cold kept coming through the holes. Even when sleep took over I could still feel the cold in my body. I was shaking constantly that even with the little sleep that I got I was not heating up fast enough. I wasn't asleep for long when I heard the door open to the back of the vehicle.

Sitting up to wipe the sleep from I eyes I saw Valik kneeling next to me offering me his hand. He still held that stoic face that I have grown to either despise or to love. I did not show any emotion to him, too tired to do anything I just looked to his hand.

"We are back." He told me.

Boris excited to see open doors jumped from the back of the vehicle and raced inside the walls. I swallowed the spit that was in my throat thinking that this will be my last chance outside of these prison walls. I was shaking again but Valik placed his hand on mine and that shaking feeling only worsened. Slowly picking me up bridal style the pain in my body hurt once again. I groaned into his chest as it traveled down my spine and into every crevice of my being.

Holding onto to me tightly, the doors of the prison standing tall reminder me that I am here to stay and that one day I might die here. It seems nothing much has changed besides the damage. Some buildings were crumbled, some had smoke coming out of them, some dead bodies of the Russian guards. The scene of death was always a surprise in my eyes. I have never seen death nor have I ever seen dead bodies scattered amongst the debris. It all changed once I got here. I held on close to Valik. My face buried in his chest with the rough feeling of his vest, blocking my view from the dead. I did not want to see this scene.

"Valik, is this the prisoner that escaped?" I heard a man talking in front of us.

"Yes, she is weak and wounded. Is there any beds open in the hospital?" Valik said in a cool, calm voice.

"There are a few. Most are wounded guards, but she will be fine in a private area. This is a onetime favor Valik. You are lucky that I do not hate you as much as the others do. How bad is her wound?"

I could feel Valik look down at me with his eyes. His chest rising and falling with the movement of his vest, which was not at a fast pace, as he began walking with this mysterious man. The grip on me tightened to a more protective stance.

"She has a big gash on her side from the blast. It's pretty bad, but I fixed it up. I wanted to see if it is infected or if there is any shrapnel that I might have missed. I thank you for the private room."

I looked up to Valik who in turn did not return the gesture. He was emotionless, just by the look on his face says it all. I again looked around in the area as we kept walking. Clean-up was beginning to take place. Bodies were being thrown in big fires or being buried in the ground. I silently prayed for their souls. As we kept passing by each cell block, there was one place that kept ringing in my mind. This building and I had history. That history was not pretty nor was it one that I could yet to forget. It is known as the shower room. This is where the prisoner's and guards take their showers each day. This is the place that happens to be the place where many horrible things could happen. When that day happened, I didn't trust another guard again.

The second day of my captive prison stay was something I thought would never happen to me. If I had to guess how long it has been; Valik told me that it was the second day, didn't seem like two days. But without a cloak or a television to find out what was happening in the world, you lose the sense of days and time. My father always told me that a watch would be useful to keep your humanity and most importantly your own insanity. My watch was taken from me once we came to the prison. They took everything from us except for the clothes on our backs. We were even lucky to keep our own name. Everything anyone needed was gone just like that. Basic items were not with us only time we needed such items was to ask our guards but some of them would only refuse to help us out.

And one of the most important things that make us human is to smell and be clean. In prison, I was told that if you wanted to take a bath it would be one at a time and if your guard will even consider being nice as they put it to get us clean.

I've noticed that I began to stink of the cell itself. My hair was getting matted with what looked like tiny materials were getting stuck in there. My skin was getting darker due to the floor and dust that was flying around the cell. With the dirty bed smelling of such a bad odor that I begged for Valik to take me to the shower room and thankfully he got annoyed enough to give in.

"Please Valik. I beg of you. I need to be clean." I looked at him.

On my knees and my hands on the bars, it was a sad attempt at acting but I had to do something. Valik sighed as smoke came out of his mouth and through his nose. Rolling his eyes at me he looked down at Boris who looked back up at him. Boris was like my negotiator in these kinds of problems. One look to his master and Valik could not say no.

"Should I?" He spoke in Russian.

The dog tilted his head to the side with his tongue sticking out. Valik then looked at me when he knew that Boris could not talk.

"Give me a moment and I will be back with your request."

Valik stood up from the chair and placed the bud from a cigarette into a small dish. Telling Boris to stay he walked out of the room. It was such a relief for a man to be outside of the room. Since my stay, I've had an very unpleasant experience with using the toilet. So, in a dash I pulled down my pants and rushed over to the toilet. Quickly as I could, I was finished with my time and stood up to pull my pants up. But I knew I could not be telling Valik to go away every time I had to go. I will talk to him about that later.

Boris was waiting impatiently for his master to return. I called to the dog so he could come over to me. To get Boris a bit of attention. This dog was very loyal to Valik. He would listen to Valik with such intelligence that I've never seen before. It was like he could understand him better than anyone else around here and I was sure that the dog did know Valik better than anyone. Boris seemed to be getting used to being around me 24/7 so it was a good thing for me to touch something and to keep me company when Valik would guard me.

"Good boy Boris." I whispered to him.

Patting him and stroking his fur was such a happy thing for me. I've always liked dogs because they are man's best friend and a prisoner's sense of humanity. Even without human contact at least you know that you will not go insane with these four walls holding you in place. Boris licked my cheek through the bars and nuzzled his muzzle on my hand.

Valik came back within a ten minute pass. I believe it was ten minutes or more but who was I to say I was wrong? He called to Boris and of course the dog walked over and sat tall by his master. I looked up at Valik. His blue eyes looking at mine probably reading me and watching my every move like a bird of prey once he caught sight of his prey.

"Ok, you get your bath. " He didn't sound too happy with the statement.

I gave him a little smile as I stood up and he walked over to the cell. With a key, he unlocked the cell door. The sound of the old rusted bar creaking very loudly sent a chill down my spine. Motioning me to follow him, I took my first steps out in two days from the old cell. It felt good to finally being able to move around freely without having to be locked up like a caged animal for the rest of my stay.

The walk was quiet but it wasn't awkward. It was strange how the hallway was empty with the cells empty as well. I wanted to ask where the other prisoners were but I decided against it knowing that I would not like the outcome of my answer. My best guess was that the rest of the Americans where in another building. I could hear their echoes and pleas throughout the building I was in and it was scary knowing that I was not alone in misery.

The shower room was in a separate building which was unfortunate. We had to go outside, round about a corner and make a stop at the large building. With the little warmth that I had, I had to deal with the cold. When I saw outside for the first time in two days, I felt the coldness of the Russian winter. The prison was very big from the inside and the outside was just as big. With the guards on towers with sniper rifles in place waiting for something to happen and guards on the ground doing their daily duties, this was more than a prison in my eyes. They stared at me and Valik as we were walking, we were taking away their time from doing something else. I was very scared, very scared of course. Once we reached the shower building, Valik opened the door for me looking at me with intense eyes.

"Hurry up in there. Do not take your precious time." He told me.

I nodded my head and quickly rushed inside the large building. Valik slammed the door shut behind him. Leaning against the wall all he could do now was stand and watch. Boris sat next to him with a wagging tail. Dark chocolate staring at the passing guards as they walked by not giving Valik a minute of their time. Little what Katie and Valik knew was that there was another door at the far side of the building where three guards slid in unnoticed.

As I turned the shower on, the water wasn't as warm as I would have hoped it to be. But I had to hurry up so Valik wouldn't be in such an angry mood with me. Taking off my clothes and putting them on a bench, I walked in the water. Feeling it fall on my skin, it was such a relief to me. Taking all the dirt, grim, sweat, and all the stress out of my body and going down the drain. I was in my own little world when a chill went up my spine.

"My look what I have found. Valik's whore."

"Whore? I wonder if she begs for him to stop."

I quickly turned my body around as I heard the sound of a rough Russian accent. But once I could fully turn around, I felt a sudden burst of strength go through my body. My head bolted straight into the wall in front of me causing my vision to go blurry. His hands took my arms and placed them behind me roughly that I was sure that my arms were going to break. Not a moment longer that I knew I was in trouble.

I was in big trouble.

"Hold her still for me." He said roughly.

For a split moment his hands were off me and another pair of hands placed my hands on the wall. All I could do was cringe in disgust with what they were going to do to me. I could not scream, my mind did not want to alarm them. My mind, my vision, I was scared and that was a fact. Behind me I could hear his zipper from his pants beginning to unbuckle. This wasn't happening to me. This wasn't going to happen. I tried my hardest to get this man holding me against the wall to back off, but he was a big bulky man. He was too strong for me.

"Don't even try to scream. No one here will save you, American." He said in my ear. I felt so disgusted when I felt something warm lick my ear and it wasn't the running water.

"HELP!" I managed to yell. "PLEASE HELP ME!" I screamed now, my mind finally working.

I was struggling with this man's groupie. I heard laughing and mocking of the other Russian guards. They were seeking pleasure in my struggles. Shit, there was more than two? No, they are going to take their turn. Then again, it's a prison, there was no help here. Shit… I am fucked unless, unless I can do something. I started to cry and yell against them.

"SHUT UP!" The man smashed my head against the wall.

The pain was unbearable that the moment I made contact with the all I could hear the thud of my head echo throughout the shower room. Despite the blurry vision, the strong headache I kept fighting. My muscles burning with the tension and this man's grip tightened to a point that my wrists were hurting. I could not even move my legs to kick the man behind me. I felt this man's hands go along my back making me shudder in disgust. It was horrible. It was filthy. He was laughing. The other men were laughing as well.

Placing my throbbing head on the wall in front of me I still kept struggling. I was crying, begging for help and begging for my life. When they are done with me they might kill me. Oh please let it not be that case.

The man behind me was pressing closer and closer onto my body. He was enjoying me struggle making him even hard. I could feel his penis on my thighs begging to enter me. His hands were roaming my body, cupping my breasts with his large and filthy hands. How I wanted to smack them away from me.

The other Russian men were yelling at him to hurry up and stop teasing me. For all I knew my body was reacting to it. My body arching towards him and my moans getting a bit louder, even though I did not feel the pleasure, but my body stimulated my mind. The man placed his mouth on my shoulder biting rather hard causing me to jerk back towards him. I am pretty sure the men were enjoying this scene. It was just natural to my body to react to this. Even if my mind wasn't, my body was the one betraying me. I closed my eyes as the blood fell off my face and the water still falling.

"This is not going to hurt at all." He said.

I felt his wet pant leg opening my own legs wider. I held my breath as the water kept pouring on both of our bodies. Before this man could even get inside of me, I heard a mean bark as I felt the hands loosen their grip on me. I closed my eyes and covered my ears quickly as my instincts kicked in. I could hear the man screaming as the dog was biting him. There was a sound of something ripping; most likely his pants, as he began screaming. The other men were yelling and from the mixture of it all I heard a voice. I knew that voice.

I slowly opened my eyes to the waterfall above me covering my vision. The sudden ruckus has quickly stopped. I turned and saw Boris on top of a man, the very man that was about to rape me. Boris was growling at him ready for an attack as the man's arms were above his head and his eyes staring into Boris'. Valik, standing in front of the men, held his weapon in front of him, going back and forth between them. Yelling in Russian as his finger was close to the trigger. In return, the other men yelled at him, but keeping caution as to not get shot and for the man with Boris on him did not say a word.

"Get out you dog's. If I catch you trying to hurt her, I will not struggle to pull the trigger." He barked.

"You would not dare you bastard." One of the men growled almost tempted to run forwards. But the threat with a rifle in his face was more than enough to sustain him to the ground next to his partner.

"Try me."

"One day Valik, you will get what's coming to you. Your whore," His gaze fell upon me and I tensed hugging myself tightly. "That whore of yours will belong to someone else."

"Get up. All of you!" Valik motioned his rifle for the men to stand. Boris got off of the other still growling with his ears back as he watched them all with their backs facing the exit. They all kept their eyes on one another as they quickly ran out like scared children.

Valik placed his rifle behind him by the strap. Not looking to my direction he turned his back to me. He was wondering around looking for a towel, but mostly the silence was scary. Shaken from this experience, I began crying silent tears holding myself even though I was holding on tightly. Boris whimpered at the edge of the shower, sitting there as the water flooded out Valik's footsteps. Never in my life have I thought something like this would ever happen to me.

The water stopped falling on me as I felt a towel being wrapped around my shoulders. I tensed and my body stiffened until I heard Valik tell me that there is no need to be fearful any longer. I grabbed the towel quickly and stood on shaky legs. He stepped back from me, but something urged me to quickly grab him by his shoulder and pulled him close to me. I cried hard, not knowing what to do or think, I just cried like a child.

He stood there shocked with wide eyes and his arms to his side with such an unfamiliar touch. I did not know what he would do, but he kept still with his breath hitting the side on my ear. Holding on tightly as I cried I was still shaking which my face buried in his chest. He saved me and the way I knew how to thank him was to hug him for dear life. Valik hands slowly rose and I could feel him slightly shake and his nose rubbed against the side of my head.