This isn't the full chapter but it's been ages and I didn't want you guys to think I'd abandoned the story... So here's the 1st 2757k words ... I have just decided (literally, in the last 5 minutes just to post the final "chapter" in installments of the point of view's so speed up the process but this does not mean you can expect a weekly update. I've written 15k words for this chapter so far but it's broken up so it could be awhile before it all comes together... The next character you can expect to hear from is Christian Ozera. Enjoy.

No Mercy

Rose Hathaway

I stood in front of the floor to ceiling window overlooking the grounds of Briarcliff hospital. My breath fogged the window and I raised my hand to wipe it away before I could his hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled it back across my chest. Augustine breathed against my ear, nuzzling closer as he pressed the front of his body to the back of mine.

"It's a lovely view isn't it?" Augustine purred nipping at my ear like a lover. "Not as lovely as you, Rosie, even dead you are lovely."

"I'm not dead, yet," I responded glancing down at the hand on my wrist. My hand was a closed fist and blood oozed from between my fingers, I opened my palm and stared at the bloody gash and raised my free hand and found a matching wound with fresh blood dripping onto the tiled floor a puddle forming at my feet. "It doesn't hurt."

Augustine took both my wrists in his hands and brought them to my chest. "It'll be over soon."

"Alistair won't kill me."

"No, not yet," Augustine whispered. "But you wish that he would."

I couldn't argue with that so I didn't even try, instead, I lifted my gaze back to the window. "There is nothing my uncle can do to me that you haven't already."

Every cell in my body screamed for oxygen- my fingers gripped the rusted sides of the old fuel barrel filled with water so cold that it burned my skin and numbed my fingers as it splashed over the sides of the barrel. The hand holding my head under the water was all that kept me from breaking the surface.

The water in my ears and my own panic muffled Dimitri and Thomas' screams as I clawed and kicked trying to break Alistair's grip but neither the barrel nor Alistair gave an inch as black spots began to cloud my vision and the ringing in my ears grew louder.

My head was throbbing and my lungs felt as if they'd explode from lack of oxygen. The rusted edges of the barrel cut viciously into my palms and it took everything I had not to open my mouth and scream. It wouldn't be long now. Breathe. That voice begged from beyond the darkness. I'd shoved that voice behind a brick wall the moment I'd woken up on the cement floor.

You'll die if you don't breathe.

I'll die faster if I do.

A wave of fresh panic began to rise and I could feel myself about to take a breath. I barely managed to stop myself- it was only the knowledge that if I opened my mouth to breathe it'd only be ice-cold water that filled my lungs.

It'd hurt like a bitch.

Alistair wouldn't kill me, not yet. I was live bait and as long as he kept me that way- he had a chance at getting to Ibrahim but that didn't mean he couldn't torture me to pass the time.

I might have been strong enough to fight off the panic in my mind but I wasn't strong enough to calm the panic from spreading throughout my body. I was drowning- my body was fighting it. There was a time not so long ago that I'd had more control over my body and how it reacted to this kind of torture but it'd been through too much trauma to cope with any kind of pain.

By the time I realized what was happening it was already done.

The cold water filled my mouth and burned my throat- I screamed into the water thrashing harder against the barrel swallowing down more water in a futile attempt to break the surface.

It's so cold.

I stopped fighting when that familiar darkness began to embrace me. A calmness that I was all too familiar with spread throughout my body and I gave myself to it and it's promise of peace at last.

Alistair twisted his hand into my hair and pulled my head from the barrel and threw me down onto the cement floor. I screamed as my knees cracked on impact with the cement but the need for oxygen overwhelmed the pain.

I struggled to stay on my knees as I hunched over vomiting… I didn't think it'd ever end until I was able to take my 1st breath of air- the pain had almost been worth it but before I could enjoy it to much all the air left me when I was kicked in the stomach and sent rolling across the cold wet cement floor.

I came to a stop screaming as I arched off the ground clutching my stomach and ribs… I could hear people screaming but the ringing in my ears drowned them out.

I rolled onto my stomach shivering- and crying- I hated crying especially in front of people who were torturing me. I squeezed my eyes closed and forced my knees up under me and leaned back until I was kneeling and looking up at the ceiling of the old warehouse. A man appeared above me looking disgusted as he grabbed my right arm and forced me to stand. The guard's grip was all that held me up as he forced me back towards Alistair.

Thomas and Dimitri were kneeling in front of him with a gun pointed at each of their heads. Thomas was pleading with Alistair but I couldn't hear anything beyond the ringing in my ears- Dimitri was staring at me with a look of rage and concern in his eyes.

I forced myself to speak though I wasn't sure I'd gotten the message across. I'm fine. I tried to tell him but my knees gave out in front of him- I cried as my knees hit the concrete a 2nd time with a sickening crack. Dimitri called my name and tried to move towards me- the guard behind him grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back.

My arms weren't tied and I was close enough to touch him but I resisted the urge.

"Alistair." Thomas pleaded. "You don't have to do this, Brother. She's just a girl. Our niece for heaven's sake."

"She's not just a girl, Little Brother." Alistair snapped. "She's a Mazur."

"She's a Hathaway." Thomas shot back. "That used to mean something to you."

It might've meant something once but that was before my father killed his family. Alistair had been planning his revenge for years- my entire life he'd hunted my father and I. Alistair had killed my grandmother and guards trying to get to me when I was 9 years old. It didn't hit me until this moment that all those failed attempts were just practice runs. This, this was the grand final.

Alistair grabbed a fistful of my hair and turned me to face Thomas and Dimitri… The men were being kept alive to watch Alistair torture me in the hopes that they'd give him valuable information about Ibrahim and Janine's location.

I didn't struggle as Alistair pulled a knife and placed it at my throat. "I could slit her pretty little throat right now and feel nothing- except the minor satisfaction that I'd killed the 1 person in this world that Ibrahim Mazur loved most."

"You won't kill me, not yet." I hissed as he tilted my head back pressing the knife into my throat. I felt a trickle of blood slide down my throat. "If you kill me Ibrahim Mazur is lost to you."

"You're his only child-"

"I was." I felt myself smile. "Janine is pregnant… Ibrahim will live for his son."

Alistair stiffened against me. "Janine is pregnant?"

"You didn't know?" I asked in a mockingly sweet voice.

Alistair actually growled as he pressed the knife harder against my throat. "Don't," Dimitri shouted from the floor struggling against the guard holding him. I couldn't look at him but I heard the shuffling of feet and the guard's grunts and threat to shoot him. "Roza."

"Enough. If he moves again, shoot him." Alistair ordered. "Your precious bitch is right… I'm not going to kill her, not yet anyway." Alistair raised the bloody knife to his lips licking it was his tongue as he held my gaze with his empty soulless blue eyes. "You're correct that if I kill you Ibrahim will disappear with Janine and their son. He's rather practical when it comes to survival… However… You're still his 'little girl' and if he believes you to be alive he will stop at nothing to get you back… When I do kill you, Rose, I want to look into your father's eyes when he sees you die."

"Please." I froze at the sound of Dimitri's voice. "I'll give you Ibrahim if you let her go."

"No-" I'd barely gotten the word out before the knife slashed across my cheek. "-Fuck!"

"You'll tell me where Ibrahim and his pregnant bitch are?"

"No," Dimitri growled looking up at Alistair. "Only Zmey."

Alistair thought on this as he looked between Dimitri and I. "You'd give Ibrahim in exchange for your freedom?"

"No- I'd give you Ibrahim in exchange for our freedom."

"Comrade-" I hissed rocking back against Alistair.

"I thought you said you didn't know where he was?"

"I don't," Dimitri admitted. "But if you let me go- I'll find him and bring him back."

No! Alistair seemed to consider this shaking his head. "I don't believe you."

"You said it yourself," Dimitri snapped. "Ibrahim is very practical when it comes to surviving. Once he'd realized his location was compromised he'd have moved on- none of us are privy to his plans until their already in motion. If you let me go I will reach out to my people who will get a message to his people who will find me and take me to him and then I'll bring him to you."

"How do you plan to get him to come?"

"I'll tell him the truth that you made me an offer I couldn't refuse." Dimitri wouldn't look at me when he said his next words. "Zmey's life for Roza's."

"And what will stop me from killing your precious Roza once you've delivered Ibrahim to me?"

A wicked smile appeared on Dimitri's face as he answered. "You will not like what happens if you betray me, Mr. Hathaway. I've killed men for less- and I've tortured men I thought responsible for the death of Roza- they were men like you, possibly worse. I would not be so merciful with you, Mr. Hathaway."

Alistair was silent as he held me against him. "It's a tempting offer." Alistair tilted my head back so I could look at him. "Lies are often tempting…"

"If Dimitri says he'll do something," I sneered struggling against his hold. "He'll do it."

"We haven't lied to you," Thomas snapped lifting his gaze from the cement floor. "Everything we've told you has been the truth- you are being unreasonable." The guard behind Thomas kicked him in the back- his arms tied behind his back he couldn't protect his face as he fell face first. The sickening crunch of his nose hitting the concrete was enough to make even me flinch. "Arrhhh!"

"Do not interrupt me when I am talking, Little Brother." Alistair looked disgusted as his guard helped Thomas to his feet. "You always did have to stick your nose into my business." Alistair released me with a hard shove and I fell to the floor next to Dimitri. "I've had 20 years to plan my revenge- you will not get in my way."

"She's just a girl!" I almost rolled my eyes at Thomas's repeated attempts to get through to his lunatic of a brother.

Alistair laughed like a madman and grabbed the front of Thomas' shirt and threw him down onto the cement floor and crouched over him as his fist met his already broken nose. Thomas couldn't fight back as Alistair hit him over and over again roaring. "SHE ISN'T A GIRL! SHE'S A MAZUR! SHE'S HIS DAUGHTER!"

Dimitri cursed beside me leaning back on his knees. "Alistair will never let you go."

"No."

"I can't lose you, not again," Dimitri said- I looked up and found him already staring at me. I wanted to tell him that we'd make it out of this but I couldn't bring myself to lie to him. I didn't know if either of us would make it out of here alive. "Don't look at me like that."

"I love-"

"Don't." Dimitri pleaded his brown eyes filling with tears. "Don't you dare say it now…" Dimitri glared Alistair as his wrapped around my arm and lifted me to my feet.

I looked up into Alistair's face and paled- blood was splattered across his face and smears of blood covered his green sweater. I looked over his shoulder and saw Thomas passed out on his back- his face bloody and swollen but his hands had been untied and his left arm was broken and twisted at an odd angle. "Is he dead?"

"Not yet." Alistair gripped my chin and forced me to look at him. There was a sickening smile on his bloody face, as he looked down at me- his grip on my arm tightening to a near painful grip. "What could I possibly do to you that hasn't already been done? You've been waterboarded, revived, electrocuted and revived again and again a dozen times. Raped. Whipped. Skinned. Burned. Branded. Drugged… You were forced to witness all of that and more inflicted upon other women… I'm curious is it true that Augustine required permission before he'd rape his victims?"

"Yes." I hissed as his thumb traced the cut on my cheek.

"I've watched a few of his home videos," Alistair confessed as he leaned in and brushed his lips across my cheek before whispering. "They begged you for mercy and you watched while Augustine killed them- how many died because you refused to say yes to Augustine?"

I closed my eyes and saw each of their faces- listened to the sound of their screams. Calliope. Kylie. Jordan. Stephanie. Ellis. Becca. Rhiannon… I had to stop myself from listing all their names- matching their screams to the faces of the women who begged me for their lives right up until their very last breath.

"Am I supposed to apologize?" My voice sounded as dead as I felt on the inside. There was no emotion, no hope, and no sign of life beyond that of my beating heart and breathing. I was a shell- I had to be or it'd all be too much. As if sensing the shift Alistair leaned back and stared down at me with a look that appeared identical to my own. "Would you have died to save others who'd sooner let you die to save themselves?"

"No."

"I survived if that's what you call this." I chuckled bitterly looking down at the exposed scars overlapping every visible inch of flesh. Augustine's men had taken my shirt and left me in only my bra and jeans with bare feet. "There are days I wish that I hadn't- In the beginning I considered ending it myself but I didn't have the stomach for that either and I refuse to let that sadistic fucker win. If I'm going to die it sure as fuck won't be strapped to a table having somebody choke the life out of me so that he can get off. If I'd said yes to Augustine those women would still be dead and he'd still be alive."

Alistair was silent for a long time as we stared at each other- I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to know what he was thinking because his face had shifted into something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I hadn't even seen it coming- it wasn't until my head hit the concrete that I realized he'd struck me. The ringing in my ears was back and my vision blurred in and out with black spots dancing around the edges.

"Roza!" Dimitri shouted. "Get off me! Arhhh!"

I tried to talk but it was as if I couldn't form the words. "Tie him up." Alistair ordered. "And bring in a chair- I want my niece to have a front row seat while I…" I didn't hear him finish his sentence as the darkness swept over my vision and the ringing deafened me entirely.

... To Be Continued ...

In case you skipped the note at the beginning- I'm just going to post the final chapter in installments of Point of Views... Next Character Pov is our beloved Christian Ozera.

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