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Author's note: Hey, so I kind of already said that I would post this chapter tomorrow or the day after tomorrow but as you can see I changed my mind. For this chapter I want to thank GingerBeef and my friends Lola and Daniëlle for helping me. So I made up my mind about how to proceed from here. Hope you like it...
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Chapter 10 An old friend
She had stopped rocking the chair the moment he came in. Her plan had dissolved into thin air and she had no idea what to do anymore.
'Well, well, well. See what we have here.' Ristoff said, closing the door behind him. 'What a pretty girl. And I have her all to myself.'
He stood there for a second, eyeing his prey before launching himself onto it, like a tiger. Something in this man's eyes chilled her to the bone. Maybe it was the sadistic glint that showed he was going to rape her and love every second of it, or maybe the thought of her sister being raped by the exact same man. She didn't know which of the two it was that made her shiver, but it didn't matter, he was scary.
He slowly walked towards her, drinking in her nervousness and fear like it was a glass of cold water on a sunny and warm afternoon. When he reached her he kneeled in front of her, tracing her leg with his finger, from her hip all the way to her ankle. She shivered involuntarily and he flashed her a wicked grin. Suddenly he got up and started unbuttoning his jeans.
She narrowed her eyes at that, but kept quiet. She figured that maybe if she was patient an idea would come to mind on how to get out of this situation. Of course she would have to think fast if she didn't want to be raped. One thing was for sure though, she had to stay calm. Her gang life had taught her that much, staying calm is the best solution, in every situation. It was hard however. Both her body and her mind were screaming at her to yell at the guy, trash around, try to get the restraints off, anything that would keep him from coming any closer.
He pulled out his junk and grinned at her again. 'Like what you see?' He asked her when her eyes widened at the action. She narrowed her eyes again, glaring. Yeah… I'd love to bite it off, she thought, but kept herself from saying it out loud. That wouldn't help her, probably only make it worse.
He bent over her, his face close to hers staring into her eyes. 'You are much prettier than your sister.' His breath reached her nose and she almost vomited at the smell. It was a mix of beer, cigars and, what seemed like, dead rats. Wouldn't surprise me if he had actually eaten rats, she thought, refraining from saying it out loud again. The smell wasn't the only thing that made her feel sick though. The fact he had just mentioned her sister was worse than anything else that was happening.
He didn't seem to notice that she wasn't feeling all too well, or he just didn't care, either way he just went on touching her. He traced her cheek and neck, down to her blouse. It had been white before. Before she was attacked in her apartment that is. Now it had dried blood, dirt and fresh blood on it, which was a shame because it had been one of her favorite blouses.
Ristoff ripped the buttons off it and grinned at her chest, eyes sparkling with excitement. She was wearing a nice red lace bra and Ristoff seemed to get off on it already. She never had cursed herself for wearing a nice bra, but now seemed the time to do exactly that.
'Nice.' He said with a husky voice. Her stomach tightened at the sound of his voice, and there was a voice in the back of her mind screaming for her to run, only she couldn't. He leaned in closer again to smell her but she tried to back away. Of course she was tied to a chair so she couldn't get very far, but the chair did move a little at her sudden movement and he had to stop himself from falling by grabbing it.
That movement, and the tiny creaking sound the chair made at Ristoff's weight, was all it took for her to suddenly have a plan in place. She had to refrain from grinning, which would probably alarm Ristoff, while it formed in her mind.
'You fucking bitch.' He hissed after steadying himself and straightening up again. He slapped her along the cheek and she could feel the cut on her cheek, which had stopped bleeding, start bleeding again. She groaned softly at the thought of blood making it onto her bra. Even though it was red, blood would probably stand out quite a bit. You're in this type of situation and then you're worrying about a little blood on your fucking bra? She almost laughed at the absurdity of it. The slap had brought her back to reality though. Her plan would have to be taken into action fast, otherwise there wouldn't be much use of it.
'Don't fucking move. Got it?' He asked, his anger evident in his voice. She nodded vehemently, trying to play the role as a scared captive perfectly. It seemed like she was doing a good job because Ristoff grunted in approval. When Ristoff's anger had subsided a little his sickly playful demeanor returned again. 'You're sister was a little bit young for my taste.' He said tracing the outline of her bra slowly, the scary glint had returned to his eyes. He leaned in again, his mouth by her ear as he whispered: 'But she was so deliciously tight.'
If he had leaned back again he might've seen her widened eyes. He might've even noticed her anger building up, but he didn't. Instead he turned his head slightly to the left and licked her neck. 'I really wonder if you will react the same way she did.' He smelled her and let out a large sigh of delight on her neck. 'The screams and the trashing.' He leaned a bit farther back to take a look in her eyes as he said the last words. 'The sobbing and the begging.' That was it. He saw the anger flare in her eyes, but it was too late for him to back away enough. She used her head as a weapon and slammed it against his nose hard. She heard the same crack as she had heard the night in the alley, but this time there was nothing sickening about it. It sounded like revenge, and she loved it.
'You сука!' He cried while holding his now bleeding nose with his hands. She glared at him furiously, completely forgetting about her former plan. She didn't say anything, just kept glaring at him, feeling smug about the way he was still clutching his nose. Suddenly his head snapped up and he looked at her. The glint in his eyes wasn't sadistic anymore, it was openly hostile. 'Do you want to fucking die!?' He yelled at her. She didn't even flinch, just kept glaring at him. 'Everything is better than have you talk about my sister like that!' She spat menacingly. He stalked towards her and grabbed her arms hard, leaving bruises.
'I will talk about that bitch as much as I want.' He spat back. He moved one hand to her neck and squeezed her windpipe shut. 'Her tightness, her protesting screams, her cries.' She couldn't breath and was trashing around to get some air in her lungs. 'The same cries I will hear from you.' He finally said and let go of her neck.
Gasping for breath she tried to back away from this man. The chair wouldn't move too far away though, just small lengths. He slapped her across her face again. 'I told you to fucking be still.' He growled. She froze, still trying to breath normally. Her neck hurt and with every breath a searing pain went through her throat.
'Good girl.' He said with a sick grin. 'Now let's get this thing off.' He said and traced the outline of her bra like he had done before, the same wicked grin on his face again. It seemed that he was ignoring the pain in his nose, which surely was there. His nose was crooked in a weird angle, there was no way it wasn't hurting. He seemed to enjoy what he was doing enough to ignore the pain though. She squirmed under his touch and he chuckled softly.
When he leaned in a bit closer she tried to slam her head into his again. It had hurt a bit last time, but the adrenaline was fighting the pain mostly. This time he was quicker to react and he backed away just in time. A dangerous glint was in his eyes as he grabbed her lower arms. 'I told you not to fucking move!' He roared. She looked up at him daringly, suddenly understanding how she was going to get her plan into action. 'Well that's too bad as I won't fucking listen to a guy who's dick's hanging out!' He growled again and launched himself at her.
'I thought I might do it slowly, lessen the pain a bit, but now you changed my mind.' She would've scoffed at that if he hadn't been on top of her. There was no way he had wanted to lessen her pain, he had just wanted to savor the fear coming from her. Now however he was grabbing for her breasts, squeezing them hard through her bra. It hurt but she bit her lip not to make a sound. She figured that if she did she wouldn't be able to hear the sound she so desperately needed to hear. The sound of freedom.
When she heard it she wanted to laugh out loud. He might not have heard the protesting sounds the chair was making under his weight, but Alison could hear it just fine. She was focusing on it now, trying to ignore whatever Ristoff was doing to her, which wasn't easy. The thought of being free in a minute was the only thing keeping her from screaming out, which would've done nothing but please him anyway, and she did not want to please him.
Her bra was still on and she was thankful for that, she could however feel Ristoff's greedy stare at her and it sickened her. The way his hands roamed around her body, the way he pinched her and bit her and hurt her, the way his hands started to move down to her jeans, it all sickened her. But it could only last a few more seconds right? The chair would break soon right?
Suddenly she wasn't too sure anymore and she tried to move the chair away again. He wouldn't have that though and leaned in even more, throwing more weight onto the chair. That was the moment the chair gave in. She had never, ever, in all of her life heard anything that sounded more like heaven than that single noise of the chair breaking under Ristoff's weight.
She fell onto the floor, Ristoff on top of her. When the chair broke her legs miraculously hadn't. There had been a sharp sting through her ankle, but that was about all she had felt. Right now her legs were free, and she used them more than willingly to kick Ristoff off of her. He was disoriented by what had just happened, which bought her some time to crawl up a bit so her bound hands reached over the back of the chair. She did not have time to maneuver her legs in between her arms so her tied hands would be at her front however, as Ristoff was up on his feet again looking less than pleased.
'You fucking bitch.' He said yet again, furious. She grinned at him cockily. 'You said that already. A few times if I remember correctly.' She couldn't help feeling just a little smug about the fact she was free now. She was up on her feet in a minute and backed up a bit, making sure not to be too close to that guy. There was no way he would rape her now, she was sure of that. He wouldn't be able to if she really fought back. He however seemed to have a different opinion about that.
He narrowed his eyes and she noted he had a certain resemblance to a bull seeing a red cape, with flaring nostrils and all. He growled and launched himself at her again. She might not be able to defeat him in a fair fight, at least not with her hands still tied, but she had noticed something that could help her.
She was standing against the wall on the right side of where her chair had originally been. He was coming straight at her, and in the last second she dared to laugh out loud. Just before she used her small frame to her advantage and jumped to the side she saw the confused look on Ristoff's face, which made her day.
He wasn't able to stop anymore, having put all of his weight into the launch, and clashed straight into the wall. She grinned smugly as he fell backwards, though still conscious at least he was disoriented again. Enough so that she had the time to get her hands at her front.
It took him a few seconds to get up, and she had to give him credit for recovering fast. He was glaring at her again and his next move was such a surprise she had no time to move away. She had expected him to wait at least a few seconds before flinging himself at her again, but he didn't. He had her pinned against the wall and she swallowed away the bile forming in the back of her throat at the smell of his breath again.
'I have to admit I too like it rough.' He said grinning widely. He looked down and she followed his gaze. Now she really was getting sick. She couldn't believe that he actually had a hard on after running up against a wall. As she looked back up again though, she saw something. There was a small glint of metal sticking out of his boxers. She had recognized it immediately and felt her heart skip a beat at how lucky she was, at least if she could reach for it.
Ristoff was completely convinced of his victory now and pulled her jeans down in one swift motion, touching her there where she did not want to be touched by this sickening guy. She however didn't fight, knowing that she first had to get that thing.
The next thing he did gave her the perfect opportunity. He pressed himself against her hard. As she tried to ignore the thing she felt between her legs she grabbed for the metal. In one fluent motion she had stolen his knife and had it pressed up against his throat.
He froze and for a moment she saw a hint of fear in his eyes. Then that was replaced by a mocking glare. 'There is no way you will hurt me. 'He said, a bit too confident. She raised her eyebrows challengingly. 'And why exactly not?' He laughed, 'You don't have the guts сука.'
Now that actually did make her laugh out loud. 'Then you don't know me.' She hissed and lowered the knife to the middle of his chest, just above his heart. The fear she saw in his eyes made her feel smug all over again. Then she shoved it straight into his heart. 'That's for my sister' She whispered into his ear. He slumped back and fell to the ground, dead.
She stared at the man before her and felt sick. Not because she'd just killed him, she could honestly care less about that. He had deserved it, after what he had done to her sister. The reason she was feeling sick was because of what he had done to her sister. She'd known her sister had been hurt, and badly, but she never dared to think she was raped. Mostly because that made her keel over. Even after killing the guy who'd done that to Amy she didn't feel better.
She took a few seconds to compose herself again, breathing in and out slowly and pulling her jeans up. After the flashes of her imagination about what had happened between her sister and Ristoff seized, she went over to the body and pulled the knife out of his throat. Ignoring the blood that coated the blade she cut through the rope that still had her hands tied together. When it was off she threw the knife away bending over the body again, this time to search it. His dick was still hanging out and that made him look even more pathetic down there. She found a nine mill on his back and she grinned, 'Let's get this party started…' She muttered to herself and turned to the door.
She knew that there was no use in trying to straighten herself up. Her blouse had no buttons left so she couldn't close it. It wasn't a fashion show anyway, so why would she care? At the moment she didn't. The boys were on their way to save her. She didn't entirely understand their motivations, she had been convinced they hated her, but that didn't really matter anyway. They were on their way and she could not let them get killed over her.
Look God, She thought. I know I'm not the most religious person in the world, and that I never really did talk to you before, but Connor and Murphy are and they do so you can't just let them die. If I die that is fine, I couldn't care less, but please don't let them get killed. They're doing a hell of a good job for you aren't they? So yeah.. thanks...
She felt a bit stupid for talking to some guy in heaven like this, but she better use every resource she could. And if God was one of them, she would try.
The adrenaline rushing through her veins was probably the only thing that kept her from screaming out in pain. A slight stabbing pain in her right upper leg and ankle made her limp a bit, but it didn't stop her from walking. Maybe her need to save the boys was part of it too though.
She opened the door slowly, taking a look at what was on the other side. The room she'd been kept in was on the end of a long hallway. The floor was made out of the same concrete as the room was, the walls were made out bricks. It was dark down the hallway, the only light coming from LED lights that hung from the ceiling, it looked like some scary underground dungeon.
She saw no guards though and so she tiptoed out of the room, making sure not to make any unnecessary sounds, and closed the door behind her. There were shouts coming from the end of the hallway, something about a soccer match, at least that was what she caught in Russian.
The shouts drowned her out perfectly and she decided there was no need to sneak anymore. She walked straight down the hallway, ignoring the doors she came across, her gun poised. When she was just a few feet away from the room the shouts were coming from, she backed up against the wall and turned a bit to peek inside. There were three guards sitting on stools, hollering at the soccer match on TV. She guessed there probably were another two guards behind them, out of her line of vision.
Silently she cursed herself for not checking the magazine of Ristoff's gun. She had no idea how many bullets she had left which meant that if she started shooting she might run out of bullets before everyone had died and that might get her killed. She narrowed her eyes, contemplating if she should risk it or not when a voice told the other's he was going to check on the prisoners. 'Мне тоже' another voice said. Me too.
She cursed softly and practically ran to the first door she saw. After opening and closing it behind her she leaned in to listen to whatever was happening in the hallway now. She heard the Russians talking a bit, coming closer and closer. Her heart was beating fast and she was thinking of ways to kill them without catching the other Russians' attention, which would be impossible.
She let out the breath she'd been holding when she heard the door opposite of the hallway open and close. They would probably be checking this room next, but at least she had a few more seconds to think of something.
She turned around, taking in the room she'd just entered. It looked exactly the same as hers had. If she hadn't left a body behind she would've sworn this was the exact same room even. There was another prisoner in here though. A young man with short, curly black hair and clear stubble upon his cheek. He probably hadn't been able to shave for some time now. It took her about a second to recognize him, her eyes growing wide when she did.
'Artem?' She whispered. His head snapped up at his name, his dark eyes meeting hers and growing as wide as hers had. 'Alison. No way. I must be dreaming.' He said and shook his head once, blinking a few times. She shook her head and made her way towards him. When she reached behind him she loosened the rope that was keeping his legs and hands tied together. The moment she got up the door opened and all hell broke loose.
It took the Russian in the doorway a second to notice her. It took Alison two seconds to raise her gun and shoot him in the middle of his forehead, keeping him from shouting any warnings to his companions. The gun shot was warning enough though and the second Russian stormed in, his gun raised to shoot. She was just a bit quicker though and he was down as well, blood drenching his shirt.
Artem was out of his chair and positioned beside the door, against the wall. When the next Russian rushed in, Alison didn't shoot. Instead Artem surprised him by jumping him from the side and snapping his neck in the process. He grabbed the gun from the Russian's hand before he fell to the floor and glanced at Alison to check if she was alright.
She gave him a curt nod and then they both took action by running into the open hallway, shooting anyone they could get their sights on. After another 4 shots every Russian was down, including the two that had given her water. She felt a bit sorry for them, they had been nicer to her than any one of the others, but that wasn't enough for her not to kill them. They would've probably shot her anyway.
The silence that followed the last shot was welcome, though Artem's voice had to break it a second later. 'Just like old times.' He said with a just slightly noticeable Russian accent. Alison laughed without humor, 'Yeah.'
Artem had been her 'partner in crime' during her time with the Russians. They had worked together since her first job, and they had been the best. She didn't like to think back to the time with them, but Artem really had become a great friend of hers during those years.
She checked the contents of her gun and walked up to one of the Russians who hadn't used his gun. She wasn't completely sure how many bullets she would need, so a full magazine would be best. 'So, what are you doing here?' She asked Artem, needing some distraction from everything around her. He laughed and winked, 'Hanging out with the boys, you didn't notice?' He asked gesturing around him. She rolled her eyes, but a smile crept on her face. Artem had always been one of those people who made jokes all the time, even in these kind of situations.
'They caught me.' This was something she had figured out by herself already, so she gave him one of her looks that told him to continue with his explanation. 'After you left I saw that what we were doing wasn't the best thing.' Alison snorted at this, but didn't interrupt him. 'I left as well. They didn't take that too well and have been hunting me ever since. A few weeks ago they caught me. Locked me up in there.' He gestured to the room he had been in before.
Alison nodded, understanding his situation. It had happened a lot, members getting caught when they had tried to leave. 'Kept me there for what felt like eternity, nothing to eat or drink but some dirty water and bread.' He made gagging sounds and she laughed at that. She was glad that he had gotten at least something. Sometimes they would keep food and water away from prisoners until they were on the verge of death. She shuddered at the thought.
'And then suddenly you show up.' He shook his head lightly in amazement. 'You always find the most peculiar times to show up and save the day.' She laughed again. 'A thank you would do, I'd say.' He smirked and bowed deeply, 'Thank you my savior.' She rolled her eyes but he didn't move. 'I remain forever in your dept, what would you like me to do.' He peeked a glance up at her and straightened at her face, mocking her.
'First, let's get out of here alive. When we're out of the house, and we aren't dead yet, we'll decide what to do. ' She didn't exactly think they would get out alive, but not trying was the same as suicide so she had to do something. He didn't ask why she was here, or what had happened that had made her look like this. He had raised his eyebrows at her dirty blouse and bra, plus the blood on her face and on her jeans, but he never asked her.
That was one of his plus sides, he didn't ask too many questions. He grabbed a gun from some Russian too and followed Alison as she walked towards the stairs she had noticed before, while wondering if she should try and shoot every Russian in the room or not. It seemed like a funny notion now, staring at the fact they were all dead now.
For once they had been lucky. The fact that the underground holding cells were soundproof would make it a lot easier for them to get out, as easy as it could get in a mob house that is. The soundproof room was the only reason it wasn't crawling with Russians down here, and probably the only reason they were still alive. Fighting the few Russian guards down here was something different from fighting the whole Russian mob that probably was upstairs right now.
For a second she pondered if she should save the other people behind the doors, but she couldn't risk it. The boys probably were on their way, if they weren't here already, so she had to act quick.
Suddenly an idea came to mind. 'Artem, is there any chance you were brought in conscious?' She knew that most victims were brought in unconscious because they weren't supposed to know where they were, and that way they couldn't fight the men containing him. But if Artem had tried to get out of the business there might be a chance that they wanted him to see where they were taking him, or that they didn't really care, because he would never leave this place anyway.
Artem grinned at her and she felt her eyes light up. If he knew, they might actually have a chance of getting out of here. 'I'll go first.' He said, and started up the stairs. She smiled at the familiar feeling it gave off. It had something safe about it, like it had always had. It had never mattered who they were going to kill, or what other thing they had to do. As long as they were in it together they would both make it out. They had each other's backs.
When she left the mob that was what she had been most scared about. That he wouldn't have her back anymore. That he would turn against her and that he would be the one to hunt her down. She changed her last name, moved to a whole different city and tried to forget about her former life. Every time someone was at the door she tensed, afraid of it being Artem who would come and kill her. No, that wasn't what she had been afraid of. She had been afraid of the fact that it would be Artem and that she would have to kill him to stay alive. He was her friend, at least that's how she had seen him since they had been paired together as a team, now she knew he saw her as one too.
His words echoed in her mind. Just like old times. He was right. It was just like old times.
She followed him up, her gun raised and her ears straining to hear anything that wasn't supposed to be there. At the top of the stairs was a metal door. Artem stopped in front of it and looked back at her to see if she was ready. She nodded and he reached out to the handle and opened it slowly. Behind the door was a small space. She could see a broom and shelves with detergent on it. The broom closet, she rolled her eyes at the thought. Of course. A metal door itself would be out of place in any house, so what do you do? Hide it behind a broom closet. If there hadn't been such a tense air around them she might've laughed.
They stepped over some scattered bottles on the floor and stopped in front of a normal wooden door. It wouldn't be much cover in a firing fight, which meant they'd better try and get out of there without anyone noticing. He gestured for her to be ready to shoot and she raised her gun, ready to kill whatever would be revealed behind the wooden door. He opened it and she sped through it, snapping her head to the left and the right , ready for any threat. Only there was none.
They ended up in another hallway, only this one was a lot more sophisticated. There was a Persian carpet on the floor, the red and the blue colors standing out most. Alongside the wall were several cabinets with antique vases on them. She could see two large wooden doors to her left and to her right on the other side of the white wall. Those would probably lead farther into the house, and that wasn't where they were supposed to go.
'Where do we go?' She asked Artem in a whisper. He had taken place behind her while she had scanned the room, and was squinting his eyes against the bright lights from above. He seemed to be thinking back to when he had been taken inside. 'Left,' He said, pointing at a pair of large, white, wooden doors at the left end of the hallway. 'They took me in through there, I think.' He didn't seem too sure, but from the looks of the doors he was right. The white doors had two long glass stained windows, which wouldn't be on a door that would lead into another room, at least she hoped not.
If that really was the front door they would have an advantage on the Russians guarding it. They would never expect a threat to come from inside of the house, which meant they would be able to shoot most of them without them even comprehending something was wrong.
For a moment she thought they had finally caught a break. That she finally was lucky enough to be able to get out of here without any more injuries. Of course when you think like that, something just has to go wrong. Especially when Alison was the one thinking like that. And so, while they were making their way to the front door, hushed voices could be heard from the room on their right.
They were coming closer by the second and they had to act quick or they would be caught instantly. She looked around and noticed a door on her left, next to a mahogany colored cabinet. She didn't have time to say anything, instead she grabbed Artem's arm and pulled him alongside her, into the room. Just before closing the door she caught a glimpse of two Russians carrying semi-automatic weapons. She put her ear against the door again and strained to hear anything that meant they would be coming inside here. Instead they just walked by and when finally their voices had faded she dared to release the breath she had been holding.
'Wow.' Artem breathed behind her. She turned around, wondering what was going on. She gasped at the sight before her. It was beautiful. The door they had just gone through hadn't led to some other normal room. It had lead to the inside pool of the house. 'Those damn Russians are getting richer by the second.' Artem joked. He had a way of speaking like that, as if he wasn't Russian himself. She never minded, thought it was funny in a way. She would sometimes even forget he was Russian, with his American ways and thoughts.
She took in her surroundings with awe. There was a large pool in the shape of a rectangle before her. On both sides of the pool were large Greek pillars reaching the ceiling. The pillars had beautiful sculptures surrounding them. Dolphins, whales, sea lions, sea horses, she could even see crabs. She walked closer to the pool and looked into it. The floor of the pool was decorated with the exact same animals, all with beautiful bright colors. The water was still, and she had the strange urge to make it ripple somehow, just so it wouldn't be this perfect.
The ceiling was a huge painting. All kinds of sea animals in the ocean. She could picture herself lying in this pool, staring up at the ceiling and feeling perfectly content. Yeah right, she thought, like that would ever happen. She rolled her eyes at the thought and started focusing on something completely different. A way of getting out of here. A way of saving the boys.
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