I almost kept going but I wanted to tell this next bit from a different point of view... But there might be a bit of overlap so it should all work out really well. I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED ABOUT THIS NEXT BIT! I went to bed dreaming of Thomas's POV and I just had to write it this morning. I've written it out and ready to go- So as soon as this is posted back to working on his POV which won't be all that long so maybe up later today or in a couple of days. Fingers Crossed.

*ENTER EXCITED SQUEAL*
I know, I'm pathetic but it's sooooo exciting.

Rose Hathaway

I struggled to lift my head as I leaned against the back of the chair… I couldn't see anything right away but I must have thrown up at some point because the taste of vomit was thick on my tongue. The ropes around my wrists were tight enough that my fingers had started to go numb.

The ringing had stopped but everything was sort of muffled. "I believe she's got a concussion, Sir." The voice came from my right clear but muffled- if Alistair responded I didn't hear it. I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched away and forced myself to lift my head. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

I blinked and tried to focus on the guard's hand but the room was suddenly spinning. I gagged on the vomit as my body launched itself forward- the ringing was back when I finished and I struggled to breath as I slumped forward in my seat.

"Roza." I tried to lift my head at the sound of his voice and failed. "Roza?" His voice sounded wheezy as if he was struggling to breathe. "Please."

I squeezed my eyes closed and forced myself to sit up. I'd been drifting in and out of consciousness for a while catching bits and pieces of his torture but I never managed to stay conscious long enough to fully grasp the full extent of his injuries.

Dimitri was suspended from low hanging pipes by chains wrapped so tightly around his wrists that his hands had started to turn purple… His right eye was half swollen shut and his lip was split- I wasn't sure but I think he'd lost a tooth or two. The entire front of his chest was covered in blood- the barely healing knife wounds on his chest had been reopened to the point that stitches would definitely be needed if we survived. If he didn't bleed out or go into shock first.

Along the left side of Dimitri's ribs was burnt strips flesh- blistered, bloody, and raw. I resisted the urge to throw up as I attempted to take in the damage. My mind refused to see it all at 1st but the longer I stared at him the worse it got. I'd have done anything to lose consciousness again- I didn't want to see this. "Comrade."

The corner of his mouth lifted as he stared at me. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"It looks pretty bad," I whispered fighting to keep eye contact. "I'm so sorry."

"I have a confession." My eyes shot to the left of Dimitri and found Alistair standing by a tray of instruments holding a blowtorch in his hand… My mouth went dry when he turned it on and blue flame shot from the torch. My fingers started digging into the ropes around my wrist in a useless attempt to get free. "Would you like to hear it?"

"Do I look like a fucking priest?" I spat at him.

Alistair smiled as he walked towards Dimitri waving in a gesture towards the burnt flesh on Dimitri's body. "You remind me so much of my daughters. So much attitude and sass; I suppose you get that from your mother's side. The scots have a wicked sense of humor."

"I wouldn't know." I needed to keep his attention on me- I needed to buy more time. Time for what- we're totally and utterly fucked; nobody is coming to rescue us. When was I going to learn that? Didn't my time at Briarcliff teach me anything?

"I'm sorry for that," Alistair seemed genuine. "I'll never understand why your mother didn't tell her family of your existence…"

"Would it have changed anything?" I asked tilting my head as a sort of gesture. "We'd have still ended up here."

"Perhaps."

"Or perhaps you'd have killed her too."

A smile lit up Alistair's face as he stared at the torch in his hand. "When Janine was a little girl she'd-"

"I don't need a family history lesson right now." Shut up! Alistair's eyes snapped to mine and his smile widened. "What?"

"You remind me of my daughter's," Alistair laughed shaking his head. "You and I are a lot alike, Rosemarie. It's ironic that I'll have to kill you…"

"…Whose to say I won't be the one to kill you?"

It was as if Alistair didn't even hear me before he continued. "Let me ask you a question, Little Mazur. Is there a limit to your loyalty, to your love? A price you aren't willing to pay?"

"Technically that's three questions." I managed to say swallowing the lump in my throat as he began to heat up the dagger in his hand. The end glowing red under the heat of the torch; I risked a glance at Dimitri and saw him watching me. Only me. I'm sorry, comrade. I'm so fucking sorry. "What do you want from me, Alistair?"

Alistair paused the heated place inches away from Dimitri's face. I fought the urge to scream, to beg, to offer myself in his place. I knew it wouldn't make a difference. Alistair needed me alive- Dimitri was just an object for him to torture me with. "What are you willing to give in exchange for the Russian?"

Anything! "I'll do anything!" I screamed as he pressed the knife against Dimitri's cheek. I screamed and pulled on the ropes at my wrists. "No! Alistair! Please!"

Dimitri screamed my name. "ROZA!"

"Stop! Stop! Please." I screamed despite the ringing returning to my ears. "Please" Alistair removed the blade from Dimitri's skin- blistered, bloody, raw- the skin melted against the knife like an overdone marshmallow. "I'll do whatever it is you want! Just stop… hurting him."

"Roza." Dimitri struggled against his chains. "Don't."

"Hush little dog." Alistair slapped Dimitri on the shoulder his focus entirely on me. "You've fulfilled your purpose." Alistair laughed sounding all too much like a madman. "I knew you'd be the key."

I stared at my uncle resisting the urge to scream. "You're right, Alistair; Dimitri is the key to my helping you. So, unless you treat him he's going to die from his injuries. Either from blood loss, shock or infection- have one of your henchmen help him or whatever request you have dies with him. Because I swear to whatever fucking god is still listening that if Dimitri dies- so will you."

Alistair raised a hand and a man came running with a medical bag. Dimitri fell like a bag of rocks to the cold dirty cement floor- followed by the chains that'd held him and could barely lift his own head. The guard with the medical bag unchained his wrists and placed them at his sides before deciding on what to work on firsts. The deep cuts that'd bleed out- the fresh burn on his cheek- or the burns on his ribcage.

"Your dog is being tended to." Alistair mocked as he walked towards me. "Ohhh to be young and in love." I turned to look at my Uncle not able to hide my disgust as I stared up at him. "Ohhh don't look at me like that, Little Mazur. It reminds me too much of my mother and if you knew her- well, let's just say that that woman could make you piss yourself with a look like that."

Dimitri made a pained noise and I couldn't resist looking back at him. I'd do anything to go to him right now- to hold him and tell him that it'd all be okay and that I'd get us out of this- but I couldn't avoid the reality of this. Dimitri might not make it out of here with those injuries and he if didn't then I didn't want to either.

"I wonder if you'd feel the same if you knew the truth," Alistair taunted flipping the blade in his hand. "About what your beloved got up to while you were trapped inside Briarcliff. It seemed only fair to me that he experience even a fraction of what you endured while in that place."

A sinking feeling filled my stomach as I asked. "What are you talking about?"

I could hear Dimitri's voice in the distance but it felt too far away as Alistair threw his head back and laughed. "Ohhh my; you really don't know? Damn. I almost feel bad for your Little Dog. Almost." Alistair looked down at me with a gleam in his stunning blue eyes. "While you were trapped inside that hospital the love of your life fucked his way through Russia's brothels and self-medicated himself so he could escape his grief, his loss, his pain with drugs, alcohol, and whores. My deepest sympathies."

His grief? His loss? His pain? I blinked once, twice, and stared up at the man in front of me with a blank cold feeling settling over me. His grief? His loss? His pain? If I could focus on that rage boiling inside, I could ignore the shattering of my heart that I'd somehow managed to hold together for him all this time- for us- where did this leave us? Does it even matter anymore?

He thought you were dead. The voice of old whispered curling against that solid brick wall that we'd built around ourselves. He grieved for you the only way he knew how. The only way he could without eating a bullet.

I didn't want to hear from her right now. I didn't want to be ration- I didn't want to see reason or logic. I wanted to be pissed but I didn't have that luxury.

If you were honest with yourself you already knew. That didn't make the urge to beat the shit out of him or cut off his favorite body part any less appealing. If you both survive this, beating the shit out of him is acceptable but cutting off OUR favorite body part is none negotiable.

I couldn't bring myself to look at Dimitri even as he begged me to forgive him. I closed my eyes and took a breath. I needed a moment… Again. Not a luxury. "What do you want from me, Alistair?"

Alistair smiled down at me an evil grin spreading across his face. "I want you to say it."

A cold chill went down my spine and I stared at him. "Say what?"

Alistair brushed a lock of hair from my face as his finger glided down the side of my face until his finger hooked beneath my chin and tilted my head back. "Just. Say. Yes."

To Be Continued

I really love that I have been able to use the title "Just Say Yes, and No Mercy" at significant times within the story to really hit home an underlining meaning. I love it. I'm so excited for these point of views.

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