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Chapter 28 – The Glass Prison

The Glass Prison

Cunning, Baffling, Powerful/Been beaten to a pulp/Vigorous, Irresistible/Sick and tired and laid low/Dominating, Invincible/Black-out, loss of control/Overwhelming, Unquenchable

I'm powerless, have to let go/I can't escape it/It leaves me frail and worn/Can no longer take it/Senses tattered and torn/Hopeless surrender/Obsession's got me beat/Losing the will to live/Admitting complete defeat

Fatal descent/Spinning around/I've gone too far/To turn back round/Desperate attempt/Stop the progression/At any length/Lift this obsession/Crawling to my glass prison/A place where no one knows

My secret lonely world begins/So much safer here/A place where I can go/To forget about my daily sins/Life here in my glass prison/A place I once called home/Fall in nocturnal bliss again/Chasing a long lost friend/I no longer can control/Just waiting for this/hopelessness to end

The Glass Prison

Alina tried to push away the darkness and surface to the light. Her ears were ringing and her head was throbbing. She tried to move her body but she wasn't able to. She could sense that she was in a standing position but she couldn't move forward or backward her coordination was off. The only thing she could move easily was her head. She started to worry because she couldn't feel her arms but as she opened her eyes and looked at herself she saw that her hands were ties at the wrists above her head and the rope was on a large hook, she didn't have enough strength or height to lift her self off the hook. She felt warm and at least her cape was still wrapped around her.

She couldn't see anyone and so she tried to free her self and unbind her hands and feet but it was useless they were bound too tightly. She thought back to before she blacked out her thoughts of her uncle. She thought he was a ghost at first come back to haunt her and her unborn child. But when he touched her she knew he was real and had come back for revenge. She tried her best to warn Ella not to come to her but she did not know if she got her warning out in time. She didn't see Ella around but didn't want to underestimate her uncle.

Part of her felt relieved and part of her felt embittered that she hadn't killed him. She knew when the Buquet men had her she thought all hope was lost but now she knew it truly was. Erik was still in Paris, Ella was probably killed or captured or she wouldn't be able to find her in time and she was at the mercy of her sadistic uncle bent on revenge for something she had ever right in doing, to protect herself. Now her life and that of her unborn child's was now in jeopardy. She felt tired, overwhelmed and powerless to do anything.

'Maybe I should just surrender to him maybe after he is done with me he will leave me be.' She felt her will to live slowly dwindling. She hung her head and the tears began to flow as if on their own accord her hope slipping away until she felt movement in her belly a slight fluttering and she felt the child kick her from within almost as if punishing her for wanting to give up. She suddenly felt stronger and knew that she couldn't give up hope as long as she had her child to live for. She struggled against the ropes again trying desperately to free her self.

"Try all you may curvă you won't get free."

His voice startled her and flinched involuntarily as she saw him get closer.

"You are mine, and you will not escape me. I have searched for you for a long time."

He caressed her cheek and tried to kiss her forcefully. The stench from him almost made her gag. It was the one thing she didn't enjoy about pregnancy she could smell scents and odors more acutely than before. She spit in his face after he pulled away.

"You will regret that curvă." She looked at him with pure hatred.

"Will you come to me willingly? Will you let me take you?"

She knew now for certain that she could never give herself to him with a fight. "I will never come to you willingly."

He scoffed. "Very well I will have to make you beg for my loving touch then." He unrolled a small leather pouch he had on the table beside her. He pulled a knife with a curved blade from the pouch.

Her eyes widen with fear. "What are you going to do?"

He caressed the blade slowly then ran the back of the knife slowly down the side of her face the cold metal making her shiver. He went closer to her and reached his hand up over her head and pressed the knife against her upper arm. She soon felt the knife bite into her arm and felt a sharp sting as he slid the knife through her skin. She cried out softly as the blade went deeper into her skin. He moved down and repeated the process on her other arm. After she looked up she saw he was carving the letter S into her skin.

'He's carving his initials into my body.' Realization hit her hard as her eyes widened and she gasped. She felt anger and hatred rising up in her begging to be released. "You bastard you're the one who killed my mother not the gadjes. How could you?"

Instead of remorse and guilt she expected to see in his eyes instead she saw gaiety and pride in his eyes. "Yes I killed her she refused to give her self to me as I asked so I had to make her see that I could be just as good as that detestable cousin of mine. Just as I will make you see that you should give your self to me. You remind me of her such beauty and such a body."

He ran a hand down from her neck to her breasts and she tried to pull herself from his grasp. "You still try to fight me I will take the fight from you, you will succumb to me."

He put the knife against her arm carving into her again, and she fought against the urge to cry out. She closed her eyes and tried to will away the pain. She started to feel a warm liquid dripping onto her chest and realized it was her own blood running down her arms onto her. She fought the urge to gag and tried to keep her mind sharp. She breathed in and out deeply until the nausea passed. He seemed to enjoy carving into her skin it brought him a perverse sense of pleasure. She started to feel lightheaded and her arms began to feel numb for once she was glad they were numb. Finally he seemed to stop and put the knife down.

"So would you now trade the caress of the knife for that of mine?" She tried desperately not to black out. After a few seconds of deep breathing she answered him.

"I would much rather the caress of neither."

He scoffed again. "It is either my caress or that of the knife. That is your only choice."

'This is the point of no return.' She thought longingly to her husband and knew after this she would never see him again and that they would never get to know their unborn child. 'I'm sorry sweet child of mine I love you and I have not given up hope but I can not let him take me in a way that only your father should be allowed to.' She felt the child softly nudge her as if in agreement that she shouldn't give in no matter the cost. "Then give me the knife."

"You are just like your mother. Very well I shall gladly give you more of the knife but sooner or later you will know my touch." He was about to remove the cape so he could carve other areas of her and so he could remove her clothing as well when suddenly they heard a large crashing sound outside.

"What was that? No one knows we are here. I will go see what it is, do not try to make any sounds while I am gone or I will make you pay dearly when I return." She breathed a sign of relief when he left that he had taken the cape out she did not know what he would do when he discovered that not only was her womanhood already taken she was carrying a child. She heard a sound next to her and thought that he had returned and she closed her eyes and stiffened waiting for the carving to begin again but she heard a soft woman's voice calling out to her.


"Alina please tell me you are alive."

She opened her eyes and sent a prayer of thanks heavenward. "Ella it is you. Yes I am alive although I do not know for how much longer. My uncle is determined to force himself upon me or he will kill me. I fear him Ella."

"I have come to rescue you remember our plan we will distract him and we will run to get help."

"Ella you must leave now if he finds you here we will both be dead."

"I told you I would risk my life for yours I have lived mine to the fullest you should be able to do the same." Ella looked at the table at the knives set out. "I will cut the ropes that bind your feet and your hands. I will make a distraction and when he is unaware you must run as fast as you can and get help and I will do the same."

Alina tried to protest but Ella held up a hand to stop her. "Shush child we do not have time to argue. He will be back at any moment."

Alina knew she was right and allowed her to continue cutting the ropes than bound her noticing that Ella was soaked from head to toe. They could hear him returning. "Remember don't let him know that you are free until I have had a chance to distract him."

His footsteps were getting closer. "Go now hide I don't want him to harm you because of me." Ella ran off and hid in the back corner of the building.

"Must have just been the wind that knocked down those boards. Now where were we…ah yes." He shook off the water in his hair and picked up the knife and began taking off her cape. As soon as the cape fell to the ground he could see her expanded belly.

"You filthy curvă you have already given up your womanhood and are with child. So you gave your self to the first man didn't you? That must have been how you made your money in Paris."

Her anger began to rise again. "I did not give myself to the first man that came along I gave myself to my husband."

"You couldn't have married of our kind you are marime."

"No thanks to you. He is not gypsy but he is a didkai he had been around gypsies."

"Very well curvă he is not here with you now he must have abandoned you. He no longer wants you or your child."

"That is not how it is I left him but I know he is still out there and he loves me as I love him, this child is proof of our love for one another."

"Very well than maybe if I kill the love you share then I will be able to take you freely." He raised the knife in his hand and she understood the meaning of his words he meant to kill her child.

She opened her mouth to scream, a scream did pierce the air but the scream did not come from her it came from the back of the building. She knew Ella must have known what he meant as well and wanted to stop him. The scream was the prefect distraction. He went to investigate where the scream came from and she pulled her arms down ignoring the searing pain from taking her arms out of their previous position and hoped the feeling would come back. She ran towards the entrance of the building but almost tripped on a turned over chair in her path. The sound made her uncle whip his head around and he saw her trying to escape he went after her and forgot about Ella who was hiding in the corner. She finally got the doorknob turned and the door opened. The metal became slippery from her blood and lack of feeling. But free she got and ran out into the cold rainy night.

"NOOOOOOOO…..you will not escape me. I will find you curvă."

A/N: Yep he's a cold sadistic bastard isn't he. As always please review.