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Dead Nature

(Ten)

The door opened into the almost pitch black room, forcing Sara to look up through the darkness at Ivan as he made his way inside. He flicked the light switch on studying the fear in her eyes with glee, placing his things down.

"I think we could use a change of scenery..." Ivan announced casting his eyes around the room in distaste. "How would you feel about that?"

"Fine" Sara shrugged willing herself not to cry.

"Well that's good" He smiled at her making the short move to where Sara was sitting. "I'd hate to think I was inconveniencing you"

He untied her wrists from the arms rests on the chair, carefully cuffing her as he did so to make sure she wouldn't fight back before he untied her feet. He roughly pulled her up wrapping his arms around her waist, his face inches away from hers. Without a word, he brushed her hair away from her face, stroking her cheek.

"Please...Don't" Sara found herself whimpering even when she wanted to act defiant, flinching away from his touch.

"Is that what you said to your father?" Ivan questioned dragging her towards the door. "Did you beg him to stop?" He hissed in her ear as her feet tripped up the narrow stairwell he was taking her up.

"He never did though" He said breathlessly as they got onto the landing. Sara remained silent looking away from him, her skin burning at his vice like grip on her.

"Oh, I forgot you don't like talking about what daddy did to you" Ivan gave a laugh that made her shiver, throwing open the front door dragging her out into the yard.

Sara could feel her head spin as she looked around, nothing but desert stretching out for miles towards the horizon. As Ivan pulled her around the side of the house she could see the wrecked farm land that sounded the property. It became more than clear that they were in the middle of nowhere.

A shed loomed in the skyline, a tall building created out of corrugated metal, their change of scenery she presumed. Ivan opened the narrow door pushing her inside before putting the lock firmly in place.

Sara found herself in a heap on the floor, glancing around at the tools that decorated the walls. The workshop was dark and dirty, the smell of oil fuel prominent in the air. She studied the engine parts she assumed were from an old tractor that littered the space. There was nothing but a bare light bulb in the centre that lit the room, the dusty, dirty floors. Chains were slung over beams, cuffs attached to the ends, blood smears and spatter covering the walls.

"This is where I bring my favourites" He said in a sickening voice. Ivan pulled Sara to her feet moving her over towards the bed in the corner of the room pushing her down on to it. She weakly tried to fight him off as he tied her cuffed her ankles to posts before doing the same to her wrists.

She closed her eyes trying to think herself out of the situation but as she felt a cold blade being pressed against her neck she found herself opening them up to see him hovering over her.

"I'm sorry I'm about the shirt" He said before running the knife along the buttons, breaking each one as he went a strip of skin becoming exposed. The blade smoothed along her arm reaching the sleeve as it twisted in his hand shredding it in half, the knife catching her skin, small cuts appearing as he pushed the fabric away doing the same to the other side. Sara winced as he pulled the torn up material away throwing it aside displaying the black lace of her bra.

"Did you put this on for him?" Ivan asked as his fingers brushed against her skin outlining the shape. Sara didn't say a word as he placed the knife between her breasts pushing it under the fabric of her bra.

"Does he like this kind of stuff?" He continued asking questions giving a sharp tug the bra breaking in half. He cut the straps pushing it away exposing her breasts, the action making Sara flinch. She looked away from his expression.

He moved down the bed unclasping her slacks, slowly pulling the zipper down sliding them down her legs. His impatience got the better of him as he gripped hold of Sara's ankle, un-cuffing one leg and then the other removing her trousers.

"One to go" Ivan stated resting the blade against the inside of her thigh watching the way Sara's hands clenched into fists. He carefully cut through the lace of her panties tossing them into the pile of clothes leaving her completely exposed.

"I can see why Greg was interested" He stated bluntly his eyes washing across her body. Sara closed her eyes a part of her knowing what was coming, her hands in even tighter fists. He rested his hand on her stomach slowly running it further down, the feeling of his rough fingertips making her skin crawl.

"I've been waiting for this...from the moment you walked into my office..." He muttered into her ear as he undid his belt and then his trousers.

"Don't do this" Sara pleaded as he rolled on top of her, his weight smothering her. She could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh as his hands explored her body. "Please..."

Without any warning he forced himself into her, the pain hitting her all of sudden as she closed her eyes trying to shut her mind off to every one of his thrusts. Tears escaped past her eyelashes as she bit her lip trying to silence the whimper.

"It'll be fine..." He whispered to her. "...It'll be over soon..." The sight of the grin crossing his lips making her feel sick.

"Oh Sara" He groaned in her ear, moving fast over her, the motion making her feel sick, her mouth suddenly dry. He came to a sudden halt, pulling out of her, the sticky substance coating her stomach, slithering down her thighs.

She realised in that moment she had never felt so worthless, so broken before. He breathlessly pulled himself up quickly doing up his belt. Sara kept her eyes on the ceiling tears following a familiar path down her cheek. It was as if she had completely shut her mind off as she remained perfectly still not moving from the position he had discarded her in.

Ivan gathered up her clothes, casting his eyes over her once again with a smirk before making his way to the door.

The clouds above the roof rumbled, rain fall hitting the metal with a loud thrash, water trickling onto her body as she lay there completely defeated.