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A/N Just a heads up that there's mentions of rape in this chapter. And the italics are either her dream and bold is dialogue that should be in Russian
I can't move. "Look who it is," Petrovitch says with a heavy Russian accent, "Young Natalia has come home."
"This place will never be my home." I reply in the same accent. Just seeing him has made me slip in to it. I need to get Clint and Eva out of there, it doesn't matter if I don't make it, as long as he dies.
"Natalia, let's get to it. You want her to get out of here, and I'm willing to make you a deal." He wants me to take her place. I know he does, it's just in the way he thinks. After he's told me such, I immediately agree. There's no way I couldn't.
"Alia, no." She whispers. I nod at her. I can do this. Petrovitch let's go of her and grabs me instead, with a glare at Clint and a gun to my head. Eva stumbles over to Clint, who's gaze is fixed on me. 'GO!' I mouth at him. 'Take her and go. Come back with the others.' Eva's looking at me funny. She doesn't understand what I'm saying. 'Leave her with Pep-' I'm almost finished when he shoves me through the doorway in to his bedroom, a place I haven't been in years.
"Now get the fuck off my land." I hear him shout through the door, and Eva and Clint must make themselves scarce, because he come in to his bedroom and drops his pants. Shit. He hasn't done this since I left, how could he if he hasn't seen me? The first thing he wants to do as soon as he gets me back is this. Believe it or not I haven't missed being raped every other day.
I'm crying in the room next to his half an hour later. I know he'll get me to train the kids that he's collected in the morning. I climb in to the bed that smells a little of Eva. After trying to sleep for way to long. I wonder about Eva and if she's okay. I wonder about Clint, if he got out okay, whether the others are coming to get me yet.
I eventually get to sleep.
"Its not your fault, Anya." Clint comforts her, they're in the front of a jet, it's in autopilot as they fly over the darkness of the ocean.
"I could have fought more. He said he had her already, and I didn't question it until it was too late." Anya nothing's your fault. I try to tell her this, but my voice doesn't work.
"Did he hurt you at all?" Thank you for asking that Clint. And for once I'm not being sarcastic. I really want to know.
"He slapped me a bit when I didn't answer his questions, but he knew s-she was coming." At least she's not hurt like in my vision. Then I wouldn't be able to carry on. Now Anya's crying and as I go to hug her, I realise I can't. She'll see right through me and think she's going insane. Instead I find Clint's leg, tap out Morse code and I know he feels it. The phrase translates to, It's Nat. I love you. Tell Anya I love her. And as Clint smiles I know he's got it. "Love you too, Tasha." He whispers back.
Comfort her you idiot I tap out next and getting it, he puts his arm, through me may I add, around her , muttering about how I'm fine and she doesn't need to worry. He takes the jet off autopilot and begins to steer, and I-
"WAKE UP!" My eyes fly open and I see Petrovitch's ugly face breathing in mine. I stand up, trying my hardest not to punch him in the face. "You're training initiates in ten minutes." I'm about to ask when breakfast is, but then I remember that the meal doesn't exist, he's left nutrients pills for me instead.
Leaving them there, I exit the room and wind the familiar route to the gym. There's still ten minutes so I hang up a punching bag and punch the shit out of it pretending that it's his face. I don't realise when the girls silently troop in. At least not until one of them coughs. I turn quickly and take her down before I realise that this seven year old is not an attacker. I know I shouldn't but I want to anger Petrovitch more, so I say, "I am so so sorry, I thought you were someone else." She looks so scared, as do all the others. "I'm going to teach you guys to de-" at seven did I understand this much English? Probably not. So I begin again in Russian.
"I am so sorry. I thought you were an attacker. I'm going to teach you guys to defend yourselves. I don't want to hurt you. When I was here, they beat you if you did anything wrong. They killed the ones who were too bad. I'm going to get all of you out of here before that happens."
The girls nod, and I begin to teach them how to use their sharp elbows and knees in a fight. I also tell them that if they ever found themselves sparring with an inexperienced man, they should just kick him in the balls and run. It's the best advice a woman can give. I feel terrible about doing this, but it's better than having anyone else torture them.