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CHAPTER 10 – Taken
The first thing I felt was a huge headache approaching and the bad taste in my mouth. The smell of the chloroform still stuck in my nose, making my stomach revolt. My eyes were closed, the lids feeling heavy and my hearing was foggy only. My arm and leg muscles ached and my back was killing me, thanks to the hard surface I was lying on.
To sum it all up; I feel like having been run over by a truck.
Faint food steps getting louder by the second told me that I was no longer alone. Wherever I was. Slowly I felt the headache retreating, making it possible for me to think more clearly. Still staying still, I tried to gather more information about my surroundings. After Spokane this was the second time I was kidnapped, but this here seemed far more planned than the kidnapping almost half a year ago.
"I know you're awake, Rose." Suddenly a voice hissed close to me, startling me. "You can stop pretending now." The cover over my eyes was removed suddenly, making me groan in pain when bright light met my eyes.
I had to try several times to open them but finally succeeded though I wished I haven't immediately. Looming above me was a Strigoi – his red eyes staring down, the white fangs glooming dangerously. His smile was everything but promising pain.
For the first time I really felt scared. Realizing that this Strigoi was a totally different kind of the one's I've already met. His presence screamed torture and enjoying causing pain. I tried to scurry away from him, but had to see that I was bound by arms and legs to the bed I laid on. Now I knew what had caused the unpleasant pain I felt before.
"What do you want?" I tried to buy myself some time. I had to think of a plan to get out of here. My parents probably didn't have any I idea where I was. Regarding that I didn't know either it would be difficult to get away. Letting my gaze wander through the room they kept me in, I tried to gather some more information. Soon I had to find out that it was to no avail – it was a only a small room with an even smaller window up high. Absolutely not reachable for me.
"Oh, just some information. That was the original plan at least. Now … now I'm afraid the priorities have changed. I had no idea how beautiful you are." The Strigoi said, smiling cruelly, leaning down and whispered in my ear. "You are now my new priority."
I had lost the count of time. Hours, days, weeks … it didn't matter to me anymore. I only counted in pain … less pain and more pain. It was all that mattered.
Sometimes the Strigoi that had kidnapped me, his name was Steven, as I learned later on, didn't bother me for a long time. Each time the hope rose, that this would be over now. Unfortunately it didn't end. He kept coming back whenever it pleased him, pushing further my so called education.
When Steve came to pay me a visit, as he liked to call it sarcastically, I never knew what he would do. Inflicting pain on my already tortured body and mind or playing the role of a caring mentor. I never knew and he did everything to surprise me so I would never be able to prepare myself for what would be coming. It was his game to break me and I was close to let him succeed.
My back was hurting, warm blood running down my opened and raw beaten skin, causing searing pain. I wanted to scream. To scream it all out to ease the pain. But I knew this would only satisfy one person: Steve.
When another powerful blow of the leather whip fell on my exposed back, I felt my mind drifting into the darkness slowly. I felt my eyes roll back, when feeling another blow.
'Roza. My dearest Roza.' Hearing this voice nearly made me cry if my eyes wouldn't have dried out already. 'Roza, don't give up.'
Was it possible? Was it possible to hear his voice or was my mind playing some sick game with me? Or was it another idea of Steve to bring me to my knees?
When another blow hit my already sore back, I felt my mind going blank, but not before whispering one word I thought to never say out loud again. "Dimitri."
It was cold. It was so cold that I saw my breath deserting my dry and bloody lips. Shivering I tried to make myself smaller on the cold bed, pulling the thin cover over my bloody beaten body, though it didn't help any. The sheet was covered with dried blood; my blood.
I wanted to turn towards the wall, to get some rest but every movement caused such an intense pain, that I couldn't find any strength to oblige my will. So I stayed in the same position as I had for the last hours, trying to ignore the pain.
It seemed that there was no bone in my body that hadn't been broken, no skin that wasn't raw and covered in blood. I even felt my mind breaking with each hit and blow and mean word piece by piece. And when I thought that my mind was about to break fully, I heard the voice again, giving me the strength to hold out.
'Roza. I'm almost there. Don't give in. Don't ever give in.' he whispered to me, helping me to hold out the pain by closing up my mind deep inside myself. It was the only thing I could do to protect my soul though it was scarred already.
Footsteps sounded just outside the door, making my heart beat faster. I knew who it was, since I had heard his footsteps so many times before. I hardly had recovered from his last visit, and I feared that he had come again for another one.
Pushing the door open, Steve entered, smiling at me with his huge fangs visible. Those fangs had caused me some blood loss which only cause had been to weaken me.
"Hello Rosemary!" he said, closing the door behind him and taking some long strides until he stood at the side if my bed, staring down. "I hope you're doing better."
I didn't answer him, knowing that Steve wouldn't listen anyway. He never really cared how I felt, knowing that I was in pain and agony constantly. He saw to that.
"Who is Dimitri?" he suddenly asked, looking at me closely.
I stiffened on my bed, my nudity making me feeling vulnerable. Had I said his name out loud? I couldn't remember; everything was foggy in my mind.
"I don't know who you're talking about." I forced out, my voice hoarse due to lack of use.
Steve leaned down, looking in my eyes deeply. He seemed to search for something. A reaction maybe that would tell him something about Dimitri and our relationship.
Not wanting to give him something to hurt me further inside, I stared up at him, forcing every traitorous emotion out of my eyes.
"I don't know a Dimitri."
Steve stood back up, turning around to look at the door. "I just hope you're not lying. I hate lying and I will not be afraid to punish you for every lie you tell me."
Then he walked out, leaving me feeling unsure. What else could I have done? I still loved Dimitri deeply, even now trying to save him.
'Roza. Stay strong. I'm close. I'll come and get you. I love you!'
The vision of Dimitri I had created was whispering to me again, supporting me by giving me the strength to endure the pain and humiliation of Steve's punishment.
Steve had entered my cell today, the need to cause me pain radiating off him. He was calm and collected and this was it what gave me the idea of being in real trouble. Calmly he had told me, that he had found out who the person I called Dimitri was. And what he was to me. Steve promised me to kill him, but only after he had punished me severely.
This was what he was doing now. I had never imagined the former beatings to be like a walk in the park, but now I knew what pain really was. Even the imagined Dimitri voice wasn't helping me now as blows came down on my back, stomach, legs, arms and shoulders.
And for the first time I gave into the craving to scream. I screamed as loud as my hoarse voice could, sobbing at the same time. It was the worst I've ever experienced. For the first time I feared that he wouldn't stop until he bet me to death, quite literally.
'Don't give in, Roza. Don't you dare do that to me.' The imaginary voice of Dimitri was even threatening me. If I could I would have laughed. My mind really was going crazy now, being broken by too much pain.
I can't remember when Steve had stopped the beating since my mind had blacked out long before that. But when I woke up the next time, I blacked out again as soon as I tried to move. I was welcoming the blackness as it took away the pain I was in constantly. If I would wake up next time, I wasn't sure.
Well, that was it. Now we're finally done with the bad things in Rose's life - it will start to get better soon, especially with the appearece by a special someone ... You'll see ...
Thanky for reading. I hope I didn't scare you off all too much!
Lilian85
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