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Day 40
Laying on his side on the floor, Lucas slowly was pull back into his living hell as he realize that he couldn't part his lips. His hands raced to his face feeling the smooth surface of tape. He found the edge and ripped from his lip, letting out a forced cough that caused his throbbing body to tremble. He remain on the floor staring at the wall in front of him. He knew every mark, it was the wall of his forced solitude. He gingerly push himself up to a sitting position and thats when he saw her bare back crumbled just behind him. His stomach turned as he remembered the last couple of days. He closed his eyes tight as his head fell into hands.
Behind his eyelids he saw Olive attempting to fend off three attackers, while they vigorously strip her of her clothes. They dragged her on top of the table and the pair of them pinned her down with their rough hands, her screams tearing throughout the room. While the third violated her with one of his hands over her mouth to muffle her screams. Once he was done with her, another took a turn. Lucas, who was forced to watch, fought against the bounds that contained him as they dug deeper in his skin. His yells attempted to ripped through the tape on his mouth. He wanted to fight for her, to save her from her fate but he remain powerless in his restrains.
Lucas opened his eyes and was greeted by his cell once more. He turned back to Olive. Gently rolling her over on to her back and watched her laboured breath move her chest up and down.
Scanning the room, he saw that their detainers were generous enough to leave him a pitcher of water, half a loaf of bread and Olive's clothes.
Lucas slowly and carefully lifted the girl, one hand under her neck to support her head and the other under her knees. He struggled in his own weaken state as he walked her over to the bed. He gently laid her down on the cot and quickly covered her body with the off-white sheet.
He collected the clothes and the pitcher, taking a sip of the water. He dropped the clothes on the foot of the bed and put the pitcher on the floor before retrieving the chair which he pull up to the bed. He sat down and teared a piece of the sheet and poured a little bit of water onto it to make it damp.
Attempting to steady his hand, he began to tenderly wipe the residue of sweat and blood of her unresponsive face. He fought back tears as he continue to clean her bruised arms. Dabbed the blood away from her raw wrist. He put down his rag and tore stripes out of the sheet. He softly wrapped her abrasions with self made bandages. He proceeded to grabbed her jumper from the end of the bed. Lifting her head up, he careful place the shirt over it. Like a child, he lifted her torso, place her arms in sleeves, and pulled the shirt down. Covering her again with sheet.
He moved his chair over, took another sip of water before he wet the rag. He held breath trying to find his courage, before he pulled back the sheet just above her knees. He began to wipe away the dry blood stuck to her inner thigh. His stomach churned as he picture the event in his head again. Finishing he threw the rag on the ground and snatched the pants, gingerly pulling them on. Covering her lower half with the sheet.
The room was spinning as nausea took over him. Stumbling slightly, Lucas made his way to the empty bucket in the corner and knelt down to hug it. Heaving spawned pain in his already injured body, as a little bit of water and yellow bile hit the bottom of the pail. Lucas slowly sat down with his back to the wall and his eyes on the still figure on the bed. He wipe the vomit from his lip with his sleeve. She doesn't deserve this, he though. She should have never come to Russia with him. Harry was a fool to agree to this. Whoever betrayed them is going to pay when they return. If they return.
After a few minute, when he was sure he didn't need the bucket anymore he stood. Slowly walked over to pick up the bread on the floor. He returned Olive moving the chair closer to the head of the cot. He sat down ripped a piece of bread, placing the rest on the floor, and nibbled on it, hoping it would settle his stomach. His bruised hand found its way to hers. Leaning over, his head rested on the bed and fell into a light sleep.
Not long after he was awoken by sudden movement on top of the bed. His head jolted up as he notice that her eyes were still close as she was fighting against her tormentors.
"Olive!" Lucas spoke calmly as his hand caress the side of her face. "It's just a dream. Olive wake up!" Hyperventilating as she sat up, her eyes shot open. They quickly met with Lucas' eyes and her breath slowed down. All they could do was just stare at each other. There were no words that could be found to comfort each other. After a few minutes had past, Olives eyes began to well up and she began sobbing. Her head fell into her hands.
Lucas made his way onto the bed and pulled her into his embrace. Her head rest on his chest, tears dampening his shit. He gently caressed her buzzed hair in attempt to sooth her. He wanted nothing but to take her away from this place.
"My mum wanted me to be a dental hygienist." Olive spoke after they sat in silence for what seem like hours.
"What?" Lucas was caught off guard.
"I was just thinking if I became a dental hygienist I wouldn't be here." She snickered "Should have listen to my mum."
Lucas smiled weakly "Mine wanted me to be like my father." Olive looked up at him wanting to know more. "He was a Methodist Minister." Lucas' smile faded when he thought about home.
"A Methodist Minister? Reverend Lucas North. That would've been interesting." Olive teased.
"And are you doing what your father wanted?" Lucas asked after a moment.
"He never did say. I hardly saw him growing up. He didn't protest when I told him I was going to join." Olive pushed herself up sitting beside Lucas as they rested against the wall. "I just wanted to make him proud. Show him that wasn't weak. Well, look at me know." she sighed as she wiped her still damp face.
"You are far from weak, Olive. The weak would have gave in long ago." She turned to face him. " He would be extremely proud of you. You are fighter." Lucas proclaimed. "And someone worth fighting for." Lucas clasped her hand in his own before leaning over and giving her a peck on the lips. Olive gave him a weak smile, before she rested her head on his shoulder.
