AN: Graphic violence WARNING! But there is very important actions and words being spoken surrounding this violence that gives a greater meaning here. So if you can't read the violence parts, at least skim it to find out what's happening here between Irina and Sydney as its pretty vital moving forward in their relationship understanding. I am writing all of this with 'reason' not just for graphic entertaining in storytelling if that makes sense. I'm tired, so it may not. Anyway, the gist here is that what is happening is important in its graphic gory detail. Thank you so much to those of you who review. It means a great deal to me hearing your feedback. This was an extremely tough story to write, particularly these chapters. Thanks for reading and reviewing. You are greatly appreciated! _Wild
Music for the chapter (on repeat): Small Measure of Peace by Hans Zimmer
FIFTY-THREE
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"Get your fucking hands off her, you bastard!" Irina's rage was taking over watching him fondle Sydney.
Cuvee laughed with a smile dropping his mouth to kiss with his hot tongue between the cleavage of Sydney's chest; his mouth moving to close over one nipple sucking and teasing and Sydney slammed her eyes shut at the assault.
"You see, she 'is' your weakness Irina." Cuvee pulled back and stared at Irina, his hand cupped Sydney's face and she tried to turn away roughly from his touch. "They ruined you." His disgusting leer brought a smile to his eyes and he walked towards the desk and Irina. He grabbed her hair roughly, ripping her head back as far as he could and kissed her hard, grinding himself into her ass. "You're looking a little blue, my Minx…are you feeling a little sluggish? Is that why you aren't putting up the usual fight?" He laughed stepping back noticing the faint blue line forming around Irina's mouth. "The CIA ruined your perfect body, and yet you work with them? Re-married your assignment and let him fuck you! Where is your dignity? You have no right to sit on Russia's throne as its ruler when your Satan's bitch in heat…ready and willing to give them whatever they want!"
Irina let him rant and remained silent, as she had no strength to put up a verbal battle trying to remain conscious. She felt a sharp jab in her ass and realized he'd just injected her with something. Insulin.
"Can't have you dying on me before the fun begins. I want you to be fully conscious for this." Cuvee smiled, running his hand over her cheek and head. He cut her dress off slowly and Sydney sucked in a sharp breath looking rapidly between her mother and Cuvee. He slid the blade over Irina's ass smiling widely when he trailed it over the blue tattoo of numbers and letters. He dropped his mouth to it and placed a hot opened mouthed kiss across her flesh, licking it in a long languid stroke before standing; his blade hovering over the last few symbols.
"You don't deserve these symbols anymore." His blade kissed the skin drawing a thin line through them with his knife. "You're in need of some re-education." His blade punctured further into her flesh and he drug the blade sideways through her skin etching out the tattoo and Sydney started screaming, 'Stop stop stop!' with horrified eyes as he carved her mother's skin.
"Sydney, no!" Irina's shaky voice commanded as her eyes stare intensely at her daughter. This is what Cuvee wanted…he was using Irina to provoke Sydney, breaking her down.
"Look at that. No tears." Cuvee peered his gaze down at Irina with a smile, "You're certainly remarkable, Irina. You see Sydney, as I said last night…" He looked up at the terrified young woman chained to the wall, "Your whore of a mother can withstand great deals of pain inflicted upon herself…but like you…she can't stand to see other's in pain…You can't stand to see your mother in pain…and she can't stand to see you in pain… If I," He slid the blade roughly across Irina's skin, plunging and ripping into her flesh again and Sydney gasped in horror, "Torture your mother…you're the one in immense pain…and she can't stand to see you in pain…You're the perfect weapon against her." He walked towards Sydney and slid his fingers roughly through her center folds causing her to inhale sharply with his painful assault on unready flesh. "So Irina, I give you another choice in this game of 'choices'…how will she be your weapon? You…" His hand pawed at Sydney's center, smiling, "Or her?" He looked from Sydney back to Irina with a smile. Excited about the idea of raping either of them.
*A Small Measure of Peace Kashmir Theme*
There was no hesitation on Irina's part, "Me." She wasn't about to let her daughter be ravaged by this man. She had endured this torture thousands of times before, she would survive it again.
"Mom, no!" Sydney cried out, seeing her mother sacrificing herself so that Sydney would be spared.
Cuvee's smile widened walking back towards Irina. His blade slicing off the straps to Irina's thong and Sydney started to hyperventilate with tears flooding her eyes watching as he took off his jacket and undid his belt, dropping his pants; exposing his already hard cock pressing against his boxers from his sickening foreplay.
"Sydney!" Irina's intense dark eyes bore into Sydney's. She couldn't allow her to see this and fought desperately to keep her own tears back, "Turn your head and close your eyes! Now!"
"Mom… no…" Sydney cried shaking her head in disbelief this was happening, not wanting to see it but not wanting her mother to have to face it alone either. She started sobbing loudly when she watched Cuvee smile enjoying Irina's pleas and drop his boxers, exposing his throbbing naked length and rub it against her mother's backside.
"Sydney, now! Please!" Irina cried letting her tears fall with a pleading look in her eyes, "Listen to me-" She gasped loudly in pain as the last word died on her tongue when Cuvee plunged deeply into her dry, tight core, tearing at her flesh and making her want to vomit with the feel of him inside her.
Sydney was sobbing and unable to breathe, shaking her head 'no' as she watched him thrust into her mother and pull out to viscously pound into her again.
"Oh God, you're tight, my little Minx!" Cuvee groaned in pleasure with his hands on Irina's hips, pounding into her deeply with his length, pulling her body towards him and stretching Irina against her already brutal restraints making her wrists bleed again. "Oh, I've missed this." He grunted loudly, biting his lip with ecstasy.
"Sydney!" Irina screamed, feeling as though her body was tearing in half and not wanting her baby to witness this despicable act being committed against her.
Sydney saw the pain and torment racing through her mother's blurry eyes and the pleas for her not to watch it happening and she turned her head, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and continued to sob as she listened to Cuvee's groans and moans of the pleasure he was taking in raping her mother.
"You always were…the best fuck…Irina," He grunted with a smile, digging his fingers roughly into her hips as he pounded her hard, "Such a… tight little box." He hissed in pleasure. "It's no wonder…why your precious…Jack…would take a whore back," His cock rubbed furiously inside her until she bled and his movement sped up with his new lubrication to increase his maddening pace. "How could he…pass up…your fantastic cunt." He laughed deeply between his grunts seeing Irina's tears falling as she stare at Sydney, whose head was turned into her arm shackled above her head, eyes screwed shut and sobbing harder as he spoke the demeaning words to Irina.
His hands slid up her sides grabbing her breasts roughly and squeezing painfully making Irina inhale sharply from pain as they were already engorged and sore from not having nursed Lena in so long. "And these tits…fantastic tits that…taste so good!" He grunted feeling his orgasm building. He leaned over close to Irina's face, his hot breath on her face, "Do you let Jack…suck on them…like you let me?"
Sydney sobbed loudly as tears coursed down her cheeks, her nose running and shaking uncontrollably at the monster this man was.
"What I wouldn't…give…to see…his face…while I'm fucking…his whore of a wife!" He moaned standing tall again at the thought of Jack's reaction to seeing them and realized he had the next best thing, "Open your eyes, Sydney!" He screamed at her.
"No!" Irina screamed back knowing he was about to cum and wanted her daughter to watch, "No, Sydney!"
"Turn the fuck around…and watch…you little bitch!" He screamed again, his face contorting into anger and he pummeled Irina with brutal force sending a shockwave of pain through her as he tore her more inside. "I swear…I'll kill her…right now…and fuck… her lifeless corpse…if you don't open…your eyes and watch…right now!" He grunted between his thrusts into Irina about to explode.
"Sydney, no!" Irina shouted her plea with raging tears in her eyes, not caring if he did slit her throat, she did not want her daughter to see this.
Sydney shook uncontrollably and slowly turned her head, hearing her mother's pleas but knowing Cuvee was sick enough to kill Irina and rape her dead body anyway. She'd rather her mother humiliated then dead and slowly opened her eyes to see a mad man slamming painfully into her mother and Irina's dark hollow eyes pooling in tears and then close, when she saw Sydney open her eyes to watch.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry." She apologized looking at Irina's face and seeing the torture her daughter watching what he was doing…was doing to her mother…more painful to her then the act itself…was having Sydney there to see it. Sydney's body shook as tears rolled down her face, burning her eyes in rage and pain she screamed at him, "You fucking bastard!"
He kept smiling and grunting, groping Irina and pounding into her, obviously tearing her up by the blood smeared across his lower abdomen, dick and thighs that Sydney could see when he pulled out only to pummel back in.
"Sydney, look at me!" Irina's eyes flashed open and caught her daughter's horrified gaze at Cuvee and what he was doing, "Look at my eyes!"
Sydney obeyed and found her mother's intense dark depths, holding her gaze.
"Keep looking at my eyes." Irina pleaded trying to take Sydney's focus off what was about to happen. Not thinking about what was happening to her, instead concentrating on the fact that she was saving Sydney from this and that was all that mattered right now.
"Oh fuck, Irina!" Cuvee shouted loudly erupting with electric force inside her, screwing his eyes shut and continuing to pound into her, digging his fingers into her flesh, riding out the waves of his orgasm.
"Mom…" Sydney mouthed in a silent cry as her eyes flooded with new tears looking into her mother's glazed eyes and hearing Cuvee's climax.
Cuvee pulled out and looked down amused by the blood smears around his groin, taking pleasure in inflicting pain on her. He didn't bother to wipe it off, just stepped back pulled his boxers and pants up with a laughing smile.
"I'm definitely going to enjoy fucking that fabulous cunt a few more times before I kill you." He leered and slapped Irina's ass hard, the sound resounding off the walls and making both Irina and Sydney jump and him laugh again. "So what do you think of your mother now, Sydney? Seeing her for the whore she really is. Certainly not looking a bit like a ruling Tsar in such a position or anybody's mother." His eyes and head cocked at an angle, exaggerating his smile as he looked at Irina's position sprawled on the desk, "Just committing adultery on your father and their newly renewed wedding vows." He leaned over Irina's ear, "Very touching by the way." He laughed mockingly lifting his head to stare at Sydney.
"She didn't commit adultery, you psychotic monster!" Sydney screamed in rage at him through her tears, pulling hard against her restraints, "You raped her! I'm going to kill you, you motherfucker!"
Cuvee burst into a deep laughter.
"Motherfucker,' yes quite appropriate, Sydney in this case, as the whore is your mother and I just fucked her!" His head dipped to Irina's shoulder and bit hard with a smile and laugh as his hand grabbed her ass equally as removed his cigar and lit it, inhaling deeply as his body still shook with laughter, plopping down in his chair and putting his feet up on the desk by Irina's body sprawled across the top and chained down.
Her wrists dripping blood onto the floor tiles and trickles of blood running down her thighs from the damage he'd just inflicted there. Irina sighed, closing her eyes as more tears fell hearing Cuvee and thinking about Jack and nauseated by the smell of Cuvee's cigar reminding her what he'd just done…again.
"My father is going to tear your black heart out with his bare hands when he finds us!" Sydney seethed in rage, spitting fire and pulling against her restraints ready to die killing the man if necessary. He'd killed her brother and her sister and just ravaged her mother again…she wanted blood, his blood and make what Irina did to Sloane child's play.
"Sydney!" Irina's eyes flashed to her daughter's with a warning tone, trying to get her to back down, knowing Cuvee was purposely provoking her, getting off on it which would lead to him ravaging her daughter next.
Silence was the best course, this she had learned years ago but Sydney was too much like her and didn't know that…yet.
"Your father…" Cuvee threw his head back and laughed, "He's a fool…for believing his farce of a marriage was real in the first place and then taking the whore back when she came begging…He doesn't love her." He inhaled deeply and held it in his lungs, savoring it before blowing it slowly in Irina's face with a smile, "He only wants her for the same reason all men want her…she's gorgeous and a great fuck and nothing more. He's not going to want what's left when I am through this time."
"I swear to God, I'm going to kill you!" Sydney ignored her mother's warning and glared at Cuvee with deadly eyes. How dare he talk about her mother like that…her father! "You don't know the meaning of love because you're pure evil…but my father loves my mother and he'll come for her!" Her eyes shifted to Irina and then back to Cuvee, "And when he does…you'll be begging for death when he punishes you for what you've done to her…to my sister!"
Cuvee continued to laugh in her face.
"You are so much like your mother, Sydney!" His mind was flashing images of Irina's fierceness when she first came to Kashmir after being extracted. "She spouted the same things about your father's supposed love of her when she came to prison twenty years ago, claiming he would come for her, in spite of finding out his wife was an enemy spy for the KGB… because he 'loved her'…" He laughed deeply mocking the idea, "And he never came for her…he didn't love her, he'd learned the truth about this," He ran his hand over Irina's firm ass cheek and winked at her sending a wave of nausea through both Irina and Sydney, "Traitorous whore."
"He didn't come for her because he didn't know she was alive!" Sydney was enraged at the man she knew was pushing her buttons and yet she didn't care what his wrath would be on her as long as it took the heat off her mother. "The CIA didn't tell him she was alive…because they knew in spite of finding out who she really was…my father loved her and would have gone off to find her!" Her blurry furious eyes challenged his, "I guarantee he'll come for her now! He knows she's alive this time and knows you have her!"
"Sydney, please…" Irina begged again softly, her mind in a fog as she was fighting losing consciousness from her wounds and lack of food and controlled blood sugar. Cuvee hadn't been checking her levels and injecting whatever he felt like into her…obviously not the right amount and she was on the verge of passing out. Suddenly, her world fell into blackness and her body started violently shaking, her whole body seizing.
"She's having a seizure! How much fucking insulin did you give her?" Sydney screamed in rage and panic at Cuvee as they both watched, startled to see what was happening to Irina before their eyes. "You can't just inject her with whatever the hell amount you feel like! She needs food! Not insulin! You're going to kill her!" She cried watching her mother's unconscious form still shaking and spasm. "She needs sugar!" Sydney screamed at Cuvee and the guards for someone to help her mother.
Irina finally stopped seizing and went still. Cuvee reached over and felt her neck, searching for a pulse and smiled finding one. ""She's still alive." He sneered at Sydney. Irina's eyes started flutter and slowly she came back to consciousness.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, I swear to God!" Sydney was lit with pure rage. "And my father will come for her!"
"I love your spirit, Sydney. It so reminds me of your mother's when she first arrived here," He smiled with such enthusiasm it made them sick, "Your father may search but he will never see this royal whore alive again…when I am finished with her…You will witness her death as she witnessed her own mother's demise…and then, I will start on you…breaking you like I broke her." He grinned when his words got the intended reaction seeing the new stream of tears flowing down Sydney's cheeks. He leaned over Irina's ear, whispering loudly so Sydney could hear as he smiled, "And I bet she'll be a tight fuck like her mother."
"Over my dead body..." Irina whispered barely conscious and eyes burned black with hate staring into his with deadly fire.
"Yes, Irina…it will be." He laughed and pressed his cigar out against her ass making her wince in pain and screw her eyes shut momentarily as he ground it in searing her got up and approached Sydney with tears streaming down her cheeks and grabbed her face roughly, kissing her hard on the mouth and she struggled against him and his other hand groped between her legs through her pants. "I've got to finalize the plans for our little trip tomorrow evening when I'm finished here with your mother." He smiled and cast his lecherous gaze from Sydney to Irina, "I want to get a couple of good fucks out of her for nostalgia before I kill her… slowly." He smiled and turned from Irina's gaze back to Sydney, "And we move on, my dear child. Without you and your father to distract her, your mother would have continued on in perfection. She was my Masterpiece. I forged her into the being she is today. She was so weak and innocent when she returned from her mission in America. I turned her into the perfect tempered killing machine, someone strong enough and capable enough to take over the Organized World and gain back control of Russia. I did that. And she would have continued on in perfection if she'd not encountered you in Taipei. You exposed her weakness. Her love for you was her downfall. You don't have those weak links to bind you and hold you back. You Sydney, will be my next masterpiece." He smiled widely at her scared, stunned face before walking out the door and yelling at his guards in Russian to take them back to their cells for now, one at a time.
The guards charged into the room and let their leering eyes fall on Irina's now exposed form for a few seconds before hitting Sydney hard, almost knocking her out and taking her off the wall and shackling her. Pushing and dragging her out the door. Her arms were burning in pain from being suspended by them for so long and her gaze never left her mother's eyes as she passed with blurry eyes and tear streaked cheeks.
Sydney was in her cell for five minutes, holding her pounding, bleeding head, when they literally drug Irina into her cell by her upper arms, her toes and feet dragging against the floor, as she had no strength to stand.
"Mom!" Sydney cried flying to the bars when she saw the state her mother was in, exposed for all to see and Sydney was instantly horrified by the mean, dark, ugly bruises already forming on her mother's skin and chest from Cuvee's painful grip. Irina's head lulled and her skin was pale. "She's going to die if you don't give her something to eat! She needs sugar immediately! Juice! Candy! Something!" Sydney cried out, screaming at the guards and hoping one of them would listen as they flung Irina onto the bed and slammed her cell shut, walking past Sydney without saying anything.
"Mom? Mom?" Sydney cried and flew to the corner reaching her arm around the bars and wall trying to find her mother's hand. "Mom, please…are you ok?" Her hand waved suspended in the air searching for Irina's. "Please Mom! I'm sorry…"
Irina heard her daughter's pleas, saw her waving hand and pushed her self off the bed, slowly dragging her trembling body to the corner of the cell, wrapping her arms around her blackening chest with trembling hands, her whole body now shaking.
"I'm sorry, Mom…please!" Sydney kept waving her hand frantically as her tears burned her eyes, thinking of her mother's sacrifice.
"Sydney…" Irina reached her weak arm through the bars and found Sydney's hand with tears burning in her own eyes, more upset that Sydney witnessed what had happened at the moment then allowing herself to think about the act itself. "Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry you were there to witness that."
"It could have been me, Mom! You let him…to save me." She sobbed unable to say the words and grasped at her mother's fingers, feeling her skin rapidly losing warmth, "Why Mom? Why?"
"Because you're my baby, Sweetheart," Irina's eyes flooded with tears and she struggled to breathe, "I'm your mother and I will never let him do that to you…never! I will die first! I've been through it thousands of times before…you haven't and I love you too much to let him hurt you like that."
"I love you, too." Sydney gasped between her cries, "Are you ok?" She asked softly, her heart completely shattered at the realization of what her mother had saved her from.
"I'll be fine, Sydney." She whispered, resting her head against the bars and closing her tired eyes.
"But you're bleeding. He really hurt you." Sydney sobbed gripping Irina's hand tighter and wishing she could push through the wall and hold her mother in her arms.
"It'll be ok." Irina bit back an exhausted sob, knowing from past experience that though the pain was excruciating, the bleeding eventually stopped…eventually.
"And you had a seizure." Sydney gasped.
"He gave me too much insulin." Irina felt the absolute pounding in her head.
"He's going to kill you…" Sydney whispered in a tortured cry, "Mom, he's going to kill you tomorrow!"
'Unless I die tonight…' Irina thought to herself, before answering, "Sydney…he's so full of himself right now…he's going to make a mistake…and then I am going to tear him apart…piece by piece…" Her glazed eyes burned in rage as her body began to feel numb…from her grief over her lost baby or her body being pillaged…or perhaps it was just from her lack of insulin…or maybe all three. She couldn't feel much of anything or think anymore as her eyes drifted shut and her heart slowed as her body continued to shut down.
Sydney felt Irina's hand go slack in her hand and she grasped it tightly, shaking it and pulling on her mother's arm in fear.
"Mom! Mom, you have to stay awake! You can't go to sleep or you won't wake up!" Sydney took a controlling breath realizing she had to be the take charge one at this moment if her mother was going to stay alive with her body shutting down.
The sound of a guard walking down the metal pathway gained both of their attention and he handed each of them a thick slice of Russian Rye bread and cup of orange juice through the bars. He was the betraying member of her Security Detail and his eyes were scanning Irina, accessing damage after watching Cuvee rape her today and his guilt threatened to consume him. He refused to look in her eyes as they bore into him and he dropped a several pieces of hard candy into her cell, knowing she was Diabetic and extremely low on sugar after her seizure and Sydney's pleas. He turned and left quickly leaving Irina with a thought looking at the candy in her hand; she knew Cuvee would never had told the man to give her…his guilt gave her that candy trying to keep her alive.
"He may be our way out…" She whispered to Sydney, unwrapping a piece of the pure sugar and placing it in her mouth, waiting for the instant sugar fix. "He was the member of my Security Detail who betrayed me. Ivan." She recalled his name.
"That was him!" Sydney's eyes flashed wide on the other side of the prison cell wall with shock and rage.
"Yes…and he's feeling guilty." Irina added quietly, unwrapping another piece and putting it into her mouth trying to stay awake.
"How do you know?" Sydney asked softly, keeping her voice down in case someone was listening to what may be their' 'out.'
"He just gave me a handful of candy. Gerard would never tell him to do that and his eyes were scanning my body…not out of lust, but concern. He is feeling guilty, that's why he wouldn't look me in the eyes." She felt the sugar literally seeping into her blood and keeping her awake. She was an expert at studying people and only hoped that she could reach this man.
"Here!" Sydney stuck her arm out of the bar and around the corner, holding her bread out to her mother, "You should eat this…you need it more then I do right now."
"Sydney, no." Irina shook her head softly with a soft smile and sigh as tears flooded her eyes again, "I'm not going to take your food…eat it, please. This will be enough for me."
"No Mom, eat it!" Sydney waved the bread again with a determined look on her face that Irina couldn't see but imagined was there.
"Sydney…stop being stubborn… and eat your bread," Irina sighed in frustration, "I'm not going to take food from my child."
"You're being stubborn! Eat the bread, damn it! You're the diabetic, not me and who cares, if I'm your child! You need it!" Sydney sighed in her own frustration with her stubborn mother.
"I care that you're my child." Irina shook her head and the corners of her mouth flickered indecisive between a frown and a smile of amusement at her daughter's stubbornness.
"Mom, that's not what I meant and you know it! I too, care very much that I'm your child, which is 'why' I'm worried about 'my mother' and want to give her my bread! So take it! Please…" She added softly, as her tears subsided and face stung with their salty tracks.
"Thank you, Sweetheart… but no…you're my baby, eat your food." Irina picked at her bread and stuffed a small piece into her mouth, wiping her own exhausted tears.
"You are so stubborn!" Sydney sighed, giving up and brought the bread back into her own cell, biting into it. "I know you've got to be hungry…you haven't eaten in almost four days."
'Hungry' the word echoed around Irina's head and surged through her heart as a torrent of tears flooded forth visualizing Lena sobbing in hunger; her haunting little eyes looking to her mother and begging her to pick her up and feed her. She could hear her tiny bones snapping and seeing her fall to the floor when Cuvee dropped her…the way she screamed in pain and then the horror of his cutting her fingers off one after the other. Irina couldn't take it and lost it, sobbing and rocking back and forth with her head buried in her crossed arms, in spite of the pain the motion inflicted on her recent injuries from Cuvee.
"Mom…" Sydney's tears sprang forward once more hearing her mother lose it on the other side of the wall and not knowing what had brought it on suddenly, hoping it wasn't something she said. "Mom…what is it? Tell me please…let me help you?"
Irina only sobbed harder and gasped, "Lena" in between her cries and Sydney's head fell into her own hands as she was assaulted with her own images.
"She has…to be…dead…Sydney, but…I don't feel it…I don't feel it…" She shook her head adamantly in denial, "But I know… she's in pain…and I…don't know what's…worse…thinking that's she's gone…or that she's still…alive…and alone in that…room…suffering…dying slowly…in pain." She wailed softly, gasping and shaking as she tried to get her breath back with he pain in her heart.
"Oh Mom," Sydney wailed softly with her, beating her fists against the wall of separation in pain and frustration.
"Jack," Katya called softly to him, seeing him staring into space as he watched Lena, knowing exhaustion was taking over him, knowing he hadn't slept at all in the last three, almost four days. "You should try to lay down for a little while."
"I can't, Katya, not until I find them. Not until I know that our baby is going to be ok." His voice was quiet and broken as he watched Lena's little chest rise and fall erratically. Her now Serious condition had dropped back to Critical the night before and remained that way until mid-afternoon. It was now almost mid-night and she was still struggling to normalize her breathing.
"Jack," She put her hand on his knee, exhausted herself she let out a big sigh feeling his pain, "Lena's stabilized now and the doctor said you could take a nap in one of the rooms down the hall…I won't leave her side…I promise…but you need to sleep…You can't think clearly to find my sister and Sydney if you're exhausted…And you won't have strength to fight for them once you do!" She smiled slightly, trying to find the silver lining.
"Jack," Weiss approached them softly from behind with Vaughn's mom in tow, "Kendall's on the phone…he wants to speak with you."
The young tired agent looked at Jack and then to Lena in the incubator and his heart broke all over again looking at her tiny broken body inside the plastic bubble.
The CIA team plus a handful of Russian Agents had taken over one of the hospital's conference rooms as their temporary base of Operations in Moscow while they continued the search for Irina and Sydney, locating and questioning anyone and everyone, old contacts and prisoner who could lead them to Cuvee.
"I will sit with the baby and Katya, Jack." Bella smiled softly and he nodded softly, standing and she grabbed his arm lightly, kissing his cheek as fresh tears welled in her already red puffy eyes, crying for the baby…for Irina and Sydney at the hands of the madman Mikhail had told her about when he first returned home to them months ago…Telling her of the horrid things this Cuvee man had done to Irina and now she and her future daughter-in-law were at his mercy once more. She took his seat in the rocking chair next to Lena's incubator and Jack followed Weiss out of the NICU.
"He's exhausted…" Bella spoke softly watching him leave with slumped shoulders and red eyes.
"I was just trying to convince him to lay down for awhile before you walked in…He won't do it…he won't rest until he finds them." Katya's eyes welled with tears, and she fought them back, sniffling and refusing to let her mind wander to what was happening to Irina and Sydney now.
"Michael is beside him self with worry…especially after seeing what this man is capable of doing if he could do this to a tiny baby." Bella placed her hand against the clear barrier separating Lena from the outside environment. "Sydney is his whole world." She cried softly.
"They'll find them." Katya reached her hand over and clasped fingers with Bella, "They'll find them. Jack will never give up."
Sophia handed Jack his cell phone and wrapped her arms around Weiss, seeking comfort in this horrible situation that she had just flown into from Italy.
"This is Jack." Jack answered in an absolutely deflated tone that shook Kendall to his core having never heard it before.
"Jack, it's Kendall. How's the baby? I heard she dropped back down to Critical over night and is now back at Serious?" His own emotions for the baby were raw with worry and fear.
"She's hanging on…she is her mother's daughter." Jack sat heavily on the waiting room sofa's edge and ran his hand over his tired face. "She's still not out of the woods though…and there are still no new leads on Cuvee and where he took Irina and Sydney…which I'm sure you already know."
"Yes, I just spoke to Weiss about it…Jack…you sound exhausted…have you slept since I saw you at Van Nuys when you left?" Kendall asked softly, hearing it in Jack's voice.
"No and I'm not going to be able to until I find Irina and Sydney." Jack snapped rapidly, frustrated and tired before softening his tone and speaking in almost a whisper, "You know what he just did to our baby…and you saw the tapes, Kendall…You saw what he did to Irina…heard her screaming for me to save her and… I couldn't then…I can now and I will! I won't stop…I won't sleep until I find them."
Kendall sat heavily at his own desk, rubbing his hand over his own tired face as his mind flashed to the images of Irina screaming for Jack on the tapes.
"Yeah, I understand, Jack…but you're going to be in no shape to rescue her when we get a location if you don't sleep and eat something."
"Every minute I'm asleep and not looking for them is another minute he has to torture them." Jack growled impatiently, knowing everyone was just concerned but 'he' wasn't what mattered right now his girls were and they were in grave danger.
"Alright, Jack, alright." Kendall sighed softly with his own frustration at the situation. "Devlin wanted me to pass along that he's informed the President of the situation…and will keep him apprised of any new developments. We've got clearance from the President to take any action necessary to bring them home safely." He wiped his hand over his face having never been more emotionally committed to a group of agents in his life and one of them was a former terrorist and enemy…or so they thought. "I'll be in touch. Irina and Sydney are the strongest women I've ever met in my life." Kendall admitted softly, trying to keep Jack's and his own spirits positive, "They're going to be alright. Everyone here is praying for them and the baby."
Jack sat in silence a moment, "Thank you." He ended the call and put his head in his hands as his arms rested on his knees. Jack closed his eyes for a moment envisioning Irina's beautiful smile and their last moments together before she'd left. Lena's cute smile in her sleep that he'd taken a picture of just before they left…the smell of her baby fresh scent as he kissed her goodbye…his last conversation with Sydney over scanning Irina and Lena's photos for the search…her determination to find her mother and sister…He felt someone nudge his shoulder slightly and looked up to see Mikhail precariously balancing to cups of coffee in one hand and his cane in the other, his face and eyes just as tormented and exhausted as Jack's.
"I thought you could use something to recharge your battery." He held his hand out to Jack who helped took the hot drinks, helping him with them as Mikhail sat beside him on the waiting room sofa.
"Thanks." Jack handed him back his own cup quietly.
"How's the baby?" Mikhail asked softly as Jack's gaze turned back to the steel doors with Russia's equivalent of NICU written across them.
"She's a fighter…she's holding on." Jack sighed and twisted the warm foam cup in his hands. "She needs her mother." He added softly seconds later.
Mikhail swallowed hard and looked from Jack to the doors, agreeing.
"Have there been any new leads on where he could have taken them?"
"Still looking, but we keep hitting dead ends. No one has seen or heard from Cuvee since Irina stabbed him in Moscow last year rescuing Sydney…most weren't even sure he was still alive." Jack took a deep breath, running his hand over his head and sipping at his coffee with frustration.
"Jack, I know you're probably going to think I'm crazy for suggesting this," Mikhail said softly, looking over at the exhausted man beside him, "But knowing Cuvee like I do…especially concerning Irina…he'd want to torment her as much as possible," He swallowed hard as Jack's eyes turned to his, "Is it possible…that he's taken her back to that prison…back to Kashmir?"
"It's not crazy." Jack shrugged his eyebrow and turned his gaze to the woven blue carpet that still smelled new, "I thought of that too but while Irina was in CIA custody we had a mission there and the Indian government blew the prison up in an air-strike, there's nothing left but rubble. We asked a contact inside the country about it and were told there hasn't been any activity there since."
"Another dead end." Mikhail sighed loudly rubbed his forehead in defeat for the moment.
"Mike, how you holding up, man?" Weiss sat down quietly next to Vaughn in the temporary base ops in the hospital as they poured over Intel. Vaughn hadn't slept either and the bags under his eyes and dark circles were really showing.
"How do you think I'm doing?" Vaughn threw a frustrated glance his way before flipping the page in the file, "My fiancée has been abducted by a sociopath along with her mother and we have no idea where he's taken them or what he's doing to them. You saw what he did to the baby for Christ-sake!" His eyes lit with rage and fire, "If he is capable of doing that to a baby what do you think he's doing to Sydney…and Irina?"
"I'm trying not to think about that." Weiss gulped and looked at the table in front of them as Sark's eyes drifted towards them from across the table, hearing the conversation.
"You saw what he did to Irina in prison, Eric…and heard what he did when the cameras weren't rolling. His rage has doubled since then and now, he's not out to reform…but revenge." Vaughn's tone softened near the end with the thought. Turning his haunted eyes to Weiss, "We all know what's happening to them. No one wants to say it out loud…but we all know."
Vaughn was right, they all knew what was probably happening to Sydney and Irina at the hands of Cuvee and all of them were too reviled to verbalize the thoughts, as that would be admitting in some fashion that it was happening. As long as no one said anything, they could maintain the hope and delusion that the insane man hadn't sexually tortured them and wouldn't…that they would save them before that happened.
"And the truth is, without insulin for more then four days…" Vaughn spoke in hushed tones, swallowing hard with the reality, "Irina's probably dead by now…or close to it."
Weiss's eyes went wide in horror, acknowledging the thought in his head but it hit straight through his heart when he heard the words out loud.
"Jack knows it, too. Look at his face. He knows time is running out for her and when it does, Sydney will be alone with that maniac."
"I wouldn't give up on Irina so quickly if I were you," Sark voiced from across the table, refusing to believe anything other than her being alive. "She's survived many things in her life before this and I know she will survive this as well." His eyes challenged Vaughn's.
"I'm not giving up on her. I know what she's been capable of in the past," Vaughn felt deflated that his previous sentence had come out sounding like he'd just given up on Irina, "But her body's survival wasn't insulin dependent then…that's the unknown factor. That's something she can't fight or control. I'm just speaking reality here, time is running out."
Jack and Katya spent the night in the rocking chairs beside Lena's incubator with Jack reading over a stack of files with old Intel searching for something as the others searched from the conference room. His eyes stung from reading all night and he set the file aside to gaze at Lena. Her little chest was rising and falling in a more relaxed manner but still erratic occasionally with every few breaths.
The sight of her inside the plastic encasing, her little body so still and lying perfectly straight and stretched out was completely unnatural for her.
He wanted nothing more for the eye shields to be removed and for her to open her big beautiful dark eyes and smile at him with the same eyes and smile her mother had. He wanted to hear her small laugh when he showered her with kisses and feel her smooth baby skin. Hear her gurgle at Irina with her smile when she heard her mother's voice.
"We're here to relieve you two." Sophia smiled softly beside Mikhail, "Neither of you has left this room for seven hours with the occasional bathroom break and you taking a shower. Get up, move around…stretch your legs."
Jack didn't look too thrilled about the idea of leaving his baby and Sophia saw his hesitation.
"Please, Uncle Jack? I want to sit with her for a little while." Her big brown Derevko eyes, Irina's eyes, begged him and he couldn't refuse those eyes even if he knew it was a ploy to get him out of that room for a while.
Jack took one last glance at Lena and stood, grasping Sophia's shoulders and kissing her forehead and looking down into her now pooling eyes.
"Thank you." He gave her a small smile and she returned it. "If anything happens…I'm in the conference room."
Sophia nodded and took his seat in the rocker. He picked up his files and he and Katya left Sophia and Mikhail to watch over Lena while they headed for the conference room to get the latest information.
Vaughn pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed the stubble on his chin from not shaving for the few days now, he was on the phone with a man in Belgium following a possible lead that sounded like it was going to be a dead end. Weiss was on the phone with someone and Sark was speaking on the phone with the Russian agents collaborating Intel.
"Jack…it's Kendall." Weiss held out the phone to him when he walked in the door.
"Kendall?" Jack spoke softly into the phone taking a seat in front of one of the many laptops assembled for the search, grids and maps projected on a plasma screen monitor at the end of the table.
"Jack…I just wanted to check in with you." Kendall looked around the Ops floor at all the depressed faces he saw working overtime to find Sydney and Irina. "How's Lena?" He turned his gaze to the numerous copies of the baby's last photo hanging around the office on Intel fliers with Irina's photo beside her. Sydney's had been added after her subsequent disappearance.
"Holding at Serious…still sedated." He sighed upset that she wasn't strong enough to bring out of an induced coma. "Have you gotten anything new?"
"Nothing yet, Jack. We keep hitting road blocks." Kendall eyes rested on Irina's gorgeous smiling face on her wedding day in the photo…and his heart pounded in his chest thinking about the Kashmir tapes and the fact she was in that man's hands again…Sydney too. "He's completely off the grid."
"We're running out of time." Jack added softly, kneading his fingers over the lines in his forehead thinking about Irina's condition and Katya felt tears stinging her eyes as she sat beside him, feeling a hand on her shoulder she looked up to see Vladimir smiling softly down at her. "Irina's been without insulin for days now…"
Marshall's tie hung loosely at his neck, shirt unbuttoned a few and his face was covered in a five o'clock shadow, his eyes began to go cross staring at the monitor in front of him when a beep caught his attention and his eyes flashed to the FTP server; his heart thumping madly in his chest as he read the encrypted title.
"Director Kendall!" He stood yelling and everyone stopped what they were doing seeing his enthusiasm and hearing him yelling across Ops. "I've got something!"
"Jack, Marshall just got something…" Kendall's heart began racing as he, Dixon and Carrie flew to Marshall's side at the computer.
"What did Marshall find?!" Jack's eyes widened and everyone in the conference room hushed and phone calls ended abruptly as Jack moved the call to speakerphone.
"It's a video stream…a video file." Marshall pounded feverishly to open the encrypted file; "It's addressed to Jack…from Cuvee." Marshall stopped with blank face of dread and looked up at Kendall asking if he should continue to open it.
"Open it, Marshall!" Jack commanded feeling his blood pumping at a possible lead. "Bring it up on our screen here!"
Marshall swallowed hard and pressed on, "It's the same encryption code that Irina developed at the KGB…Almost got it…there!" He hit a number of buttons and the file unlocked and began uploading on both his screen and the plasma monitor in the conference room.
The video image came to screen and everyone gasped softly and Katya's eyes flooded with tears seeing Irina in a room from an eye level tilted angle, showing her strapped face down with arms spread and shackled over a metal desk or table of some kind. Her long dark waves spread across her back, shoulder and arm, her face bruised and beaten, dried blood smears coming from her forehead and her hands and wrists tugging at her restraints making blood run down her hands and over her fingers, dripping to the floor. Tears could easily be seen coursing down her cheeks as she lay with her cheek pressed against the metal top.
Jack's heart stopped at seeing her alive on the feed in relief that was quickly turned to panic and anger at her situation.
"Now there is a vision I see in my dreams." Cuvee's voice broke into frame as he appeared through the door behind Irina with a leering smile, smoking. Jack's blood boiled, his fists turning white quickly, watching. "This seems familiar…We shall have fun today." He touched Irina's face and Jack cringed seeing the look in his wife's eyes. "I don't know why you fight it…it only arouses me more…my vicious little Minx." His sickening laugh made everyone nauseous watching with baited breath. "So…do you suppose that your precious little bastard has been completely ravaged by now…or do you think the rats are still feasting on her tender flesh?" He taunted her on screen.
"Lena…" Katya gasped softly, her eyes flooding with tears at seeing her sister tortured before her eyes for the first time having never seen, only heard what had happened to her before.
"I'm sure that pathetic man you call your husband has traced the car Sydney arrived in by now and found the remains of your child. If there is anything left to be found…that many rats…its doubtful…just bones perhaps."
Jack seethed in pure hate, "They think Lena's dead." His rage made his fists shake and Vaughn's breath caught at the mention of Sydney but she was no where to be seen on screen in the small room.
"Which is more then he'll ever find of you.…Or maybe I'll mail you back to him a piece at a time." Cuvee hissed at Irina on screen with a lecherous demonic stare before kissing her neck.
"Oh God…" Katya had to cover her mouth to keep from sobbing hearing this man's plan for her sister and Vladimir grasped her other hand, holding it over her shoulder for support, disgusted by what he saw onscreen.
Irina closed her eyes onscreen and shivered under his touch in obvious disgust.
"I see I still have an affect on you. You may act disgusted but your body doesn't lie. I can remember making you cum and scream with pleasure not so long ago." Cuvee continued his assault on Irina before them and made their skin crawl and his words like a kick to the stomach.
"I was faking it every time you bastard." Irina finally spoke and Jack was relieved to hear her voice though she looked deathly ill. He could see the glaze in her eyes even from the distance between her self and the camera position was between 10 and 15 feet.
"That's my girl!" Katya spat out through her tears, glad to hear Irina's fighting tone in her voice.
"And let me guess…your precious Jack is the only one who can make you scream his name?"
Weiss's eyes darted to Jack's to see his reaction to what Cuvee was saying to Irina but there was none, just the same concentrated stare.
"Well, I can guarantee…you'll be screaming his name again soon…but for a whole other reason, my Royal Whore."
Weiss did see Jack's eyes flash with a moment of fear hearing Cuvee's last threat suggesting immense pain for Irina ahead.
"Bastard!" Weiss's eyes narrowed and hissed out when they saw Cuvee put his cigarette out on Irina's neck and watched her face contort with pain.
Jack instantly could envision Irina's scar under her arm from where Cuvee had put out his cigar after raping her twenty years ago.
"I think its time we teach Sydney a little history about her mother."
Katya inhaled sharply as did Jack and Vaughn with the mentioning of Sydney and the sound of footsteps. She was drug into the room, naked and bleeding from the head and mouth but looked otherwise unharmed. Her eyes flooding with tears when she saw Irina, gasping out, "Mom!" As they marched her past and shackled her to the wall beside the camera to the left, only a couple of feet away so you could see her angled profile face looking at Irina on the right of the screen and Cuvee behind Irina.
"This bitch is feisty!" One guard ranted in Russian wiping the blood from his mouth onscreen when they had secured her arms above her head. Cuvee was laughing as he walked towards the camera and Sydney.
"Just like her mother, Sydney! Your mother was such a wild spirit when she first returned to Russia…and look at her now, a sad pathetic whore! I broke her, and I will break you, too." Cuvee's hands assaulting Sydney's breasts and Vaughn's knuckles turned to white, his rage and fear matching Jack's.
"Oh God…" Katya cried hearing that he intended to 'break' Sydney like he had broken Irina all those years ago.
"Get your fucking hands off her…you bastard!" Irina's eyes flared with rage watching the man assault her daughter, which only made him laugh and kiss her chest with his disgusting mouth, pulling back and glaring at Irina…taunting her.
"I'm going to kill him!" Vaughn spat rapidly and resolutely watching Sydney's jaw visibly clench.
"You see…she 'is' your weakness, Irina. They ruined you…" Cuvee grabbed Sydney roughly looking at Irina and Jack's fears were proven true. He inhaled sharply as did everyone when Cuvee violently grabbed Irina's hair and ripped her head back kissing her hard and grinding him self into her from behind. "You're looking a little blue, my Minx…are you feeling a little sluggish? Is that why you aren't putting up the usual fight?"
"This guy is unfucking believable…" Weiss was enraged and showing it. 'How can she fight back when you're depriving her of insulin and have her chained face down!? You fucking maniac!' He thought to him self but didn't say as the thought went through most everyone's minds in tandem.
Irina was too weak to fight back and Jack's heart raced in his chest.
"The CIA ruined your perfect body, and yet you work with them? Re-married your assignment and let him fuck you! Where is your dignity? You have no right to sit on Russia's throne as its ruler when your Satan's bitch in heat…ready and willing to give them whatever they want!"
Katya felt Vladimir's hand shake with his own rage hearing what the man was saying to Irina onscreen. She gasped suddenly when Cuvee produced a syringe and jammed it into Irina's rear injecting her with something.
"Can't have you dying on me before the fun begins. I want you to be fully conscious for this."
"Insulin." Jack breathed out relieved before dread and fury clutched at his heart again watching as the man cut Irina's dress off and Sydney audibly gasped in horror.
"Oh, Dear God…" Katya's eyes flushed with new tears seeing Cuvee trail his knife over Irina's skin…her prison tattoo.
Jack swallowed hard remembering Mikhail's explanation that Irina's tattoo location was chosen for Cuvee's sexual reasons and now here he was standing behind his naked wife, her body chained down, knife in hand and leering at her, bending over and assaulting her flesh with his tongue.
"You don't deserve these symbols anymore…You're in need of some re-education."
Their eyes widened in horror as they watched him scrape Irina's reconditioning tattoo off her body with his knife and heard Sydney's screams to, "Stop!"
"Sydney no!" Irina's shaky voice interrupted Sydney's protests.
"Why is she telling Sydney to be quiet?" Katya asked confused and mortified seeing the blood running down Irina's side from the glaring wound he just made in her back.
"Because Irina knows he's using her…to provoke Sydney." Jack answered softly, with eyes never leaving the screen and his heart breaking for his wife, realizing she was trying to protect their daughter.
"Look at that…no tears… You're certainly remarkable, Irina. You see, Sydney, as I said last night… Your whore of a mother can withstand great deals of pain inflicted upon herself…but like you…she can't stand to see other's in pain…You can't stand to see your mother in pain and she can't stand to see you in pain. If I torture your mother, you're the one in immense pain and she can't stand to see you in pain. You're the perfect weapon against her." They watched as Cuvee went back to Sydney, sliding his fingers between her legs and assaulting her and Vaughn thought his heart would stop at the sight, "So Irina, I give you another choice in this game of 'choices'…how will she be your weapon? You…or her?"
"Oh no, no, no, no, no!" Katya chanted crying with wide eyes of horror at what this man was going to do to one of them and Jack's face went pale, as did Vaughn's.
"Me." Irina answered without hesitation, sacrificing her self to protect Sydney and they all knew it.
Vaughn couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that it wasn't Sydney but was quickly pained that Irina was going to endure it instead to save her daughter from it.
"Mom, no!" Sydney was screaming in protest, knowing Irina was the sacrificial lamb on the altar for her.
"Holy Jeesuz…" Kendall gaped as they watched Cuvee smile and took off his clothes.
"Sydney! Turn your head and close your eyes! Now!" Irina turned her dark eyes to Sydney and the camera pleading and commanding Sydney not to watch what was about to happen to her and they all held their breath, tears forming in their eyes watching the heartbreaking exchange between mother and child.
"Oh Rina!" Katya cried softly as tears coursed down her cheeks.
Sydney tried protesting, not wanting to 'leave Irina alone' to go through this and then started sobbing loudly when Cuvee removed his boxers and stood naked and fully erect on screen before moving behind Irina and his shaft was hidden.
"Sydney, now! Please!" Irina continued to plead with Sydney as tears fell rapidly down her own cheeks and everyone watching, eyes pooled and spilled over with Irina's last plea and gasp in pain when Cuvee thrust into her from behind.
Jack's arms were visibly shaking with rage, his fists completely white and tears in his eyes hearing Sydney sobbing as she and they, watched Irina being raped again by Cuvee.
"Oh my God, oh God, oh God!" Katya sobbed watching the man ravage her sister, pounding mercilessly into her from behind and the pain etched on Irina's face as her tears fell looking at Sydney.
Bella had just walked into conference room after leaving to get everyone fresh coffee and found them all watching the TV screen and her eyes went wide in absolute horror and dropped the cups to the floor.
"Oh God you're tight, my little Minx!… Oh, I've missed this." Cuvee grunted and moaned on screen in pleasure and everyone involuntarily gasped for a breath when he jerked Irina's body back against him, snapping her chains as far as they would go and digging them into her wrists as he pummeled her viscously.
"Sydney!" Irina finally screamed in obvious immense pain and trying to get her daughter to turn away from where her sight was transfixed on the man raping her.
The pleading look in Irina's dark eyes evident to everyone and Sydney finally turned away, her face towards the camera and her eyes clearly screwed shut, still sobbing and Cuvee continued to pummel ruthlessly into Irina behind her on screen.
"You always were…the best fuck…Irina…Such a… tight little box. It's no wonder…why your precious…Jack…would take a whore back. How could he…pass up…your fantastic cunt." Cuvee grunted and laughed and Sydney sobbed harder.
Those watching in Moscow and LA felt like they were about to vomit with the hideousness of this man. Jack's tears finally slipped over his cheeks hearing the man use him against Irina, telling her she was nothing but a whore to him.
Bella turned and bolted out of the room to get Mikhail with her face colorless and body trembling.
Sark sat horror-struck and wide, tear filled eyes and stained cheeks watching as Cuvee leaned forward grabbing her chest as he drove his cruelty into her from behind making her gasp loudly in pain with the force he grabbed and thrust into her.
"And these tits…fantastic tits that…taste so good! Do you let Jack…suck on them…like you let me?" Cuvee leaned over her bent, chained body and hissed into her face taunting her with Jack…and Sydney continued to sob loudly, with blood, and tears running down her face with eyes closed tightly.
Bella on Mikhail's arm pushed through the doors in the back and Mikhail's face fell staring at the screen and what was happening to Irina on the video feed.
"What I wouldn't…give…to see…his face…while I'm fucking…his whore of a wife!" Cuvee moaned with a smile and everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to Jack in the conference room and Kendall closed his eyes momentarily looking down in revolting disgust at the ways the man was verbally torturing Irina along with his physical assaults and imaging how Jack was reacting to watching this.
Jack refused to blink or breathe, the blood pounding through his ears at the devastation occurring onscreen before him, his eyes never leaving Irina's on film and his heart shattering all over when he saw her close her eyes pushing out more tears with Cuvee's comments to her, tearing her soul apart with its venom.
"Open your eyes, Sydney!" Cuvee screamed turning his eyes to Sydney, wanting her to watch while he devastated her mother and Irina started screaming "No," again, her eyes flashing open to Sydney. "Turn the fuck around…and watch…you little bitch!" Cuvee screamed again at Sydney, his face pure evil as he pummeled into Irina with brutal force, clearly tearing Irina apart with his savage efforts as her face was wracked with pain. "I swear…I'll kill her…right now…and fuck… her lifeless corpse…if you don't open…your eyes and watch…right now!"
"Oh my God!" Katya sobbed in horror, blinded by tears and about to vomit at the utter viciousness possessed within this man, knowing he meant what he said to Sydney…he would kill Irina and rape her sister's lifeless body if her daughter didn't watch him rape her.
"Sydney no!" Irina screamed in protest with raging tears coursing down her face, preferring death to having her child watch what was happening to her and everyone, including Kendall and Putin produced a new wave of tears at the desperateness in her voice and the look in her eyes.
Sydney was shaking onscreen, obviously torn about what to do but eventually turned her head slowly and opened her eyes to watch, saving Irina's life by watching.
Irina's dark hollow eyes pooled with tears and closed in defeat when Sydney had opened her eyes and immediately started to apologize…
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry…You fucking bastard!" She screamed in rage at Cuvee, pulling violently against her restraints watching him destroy her mother.
Irina's eyes closed, not wanting to look at her daughter's face while she watched her being raped by the vile man.
No one could do anything but stare at the screen in agony for Irina and Sydney in this situation that was horrific.
"Sydney, look at me! Look at my eyes!" Irina's eyes suddenly flashed open to Sydney's, trying to divert her daughter's attention away from Cuvee and possible danger to her self by forcing her to look her in the eyes. "Keep looking at my eyes."
"She's protecting her even now." Katya sobbed and sniffled in disbelief at how strong her sister was looking at her intense dark gaze, holding Sydney's attention with her braveness.
"Oh fuck, Irina!" Cuvee screamed as his body convulsed into Irina's on climax and Jack felt the bile rising in his throat; Irina's haunted eyes glazed over as the man continued to pump furiously into her until he was spent and Sydney trembled in sheer torment and pain for her mother.
"Oh, my God…" Kendall gasped when Cuvee pulled out and away from Irina and they could all see that he and his member were covered in Irina's blood, obviously causing her severe damage with his rampage and enjoying it by the looks of his smile at what he'd done.
"Oh Mikhail," Bella turned into her husband crying softly having never witnessed such cruelty, brutality in all her life.
Jack inhaled sharply, blinking back a fresh round of tears seeing his wife's blood covering the deflating dick, thighs and abdomen from his havoc he wrecked inside of her…His heart literally ached for Irina even as his blood boiled past rage into something he'd never felt before.
"I'm definitely going to enjoy fucking that fabulous cunt a few more times before I kill you…" Cuvee laughed and slapped Irina's ass hard making both women jump and everyone watching. "So what do you think of your mother now Sydney…seeing her for the whore she really is? Certainly not looking a bit like a ruling Tsar in such a position…or anybody's mother…Just committing adultery on your father and their newly renewed wedding vows…Very touching by the way." He mocked Irina with his words and stance…his disgusting smile, at having destroyed her in front of her daughter.
"She didn't commit adultery, you Psychotic Monster! You raped her! I'm going to kill you, you Motherfucker!" Sydney screamed in rage quick to defend her mother and pulling violently against her restraints wanting to attack him the way they all wanted to attack him now.
"Motherfucker' yes, quite appropriate, Sydney in this case as the whore is your mother and I just fucked her!" Cuvee mocked Sydney now and laughed deeply as he bit and grabbed at Irina more.
Irina was looking almost dead at this point, her skin pale, her eyes glassy and body bleeding as the tears continued to run out of her eyes and over the bridge of her nose, pooling beneath her cheek on the metal when Cuvee lit a cigar, sat back in his chair and propped up his feet in victory.
"My father is going to tear your black heart out with his bare hands when he finds us!" Sydney continued her defense and attack on Cuvee and Jack felt a mixture of emotions: proud of her defense of her mother and belief in him to find them and scared to death her mouth and words would end up getting her hurt, like her mother.
"Sydney!" Irina finally spoke in a warning tone, having the same sense of protection that Jack was just feeling, fearing for her safety if she kept up the defense and attack…provoking Cuvee against her.
"Your father?" Cuvee threw his head back and laughed, "He's a fool…for believing his farce of a marriage was real in the first place and then taking the whore back when she came begging…He doesn't love her…He only wants her for the same reason all men want her…she's gorgeous and a great fuck and nothing more…He's not going to want what's left when I am through this time."
Jack's heart was about to explode it thundered so fast and deep within him as Cuvee continued to tear down Irina even now and he was terrified of what else this man was going to do to her before they found her with his sick promises.
"I swear to God I'm going to kill you!" Sydney had ignored Irina's warning and continued her own verbal battle with the lunatic man smoking his cigar behind the desk and Irina with a smile. "You don't know the meaning of love because you're pure evil…but my father loves my mother and he'll come for her…And when he does…you'll be begging for death when he punishes you for what you've done to her…to my sister!"
"That's right, Syd, you tell him!" Weiss championed her on, feeling the same way and ready to rip this man's guts out through his eye sockets.
"You are so much like your mother!" Cuvee just laughed at her, looking between Sydney and Irina with amusement and lust. "She spouted the same things about your father's supposed love of her when she came to prison twenty years ago, claiming he would come for her, in spite of finding out his wife was an enemy spy for the KGB because he 'loved her." Cuvee laughed deeply shaking his head, "And he never came for her…he didn't love her, he'd learned the truth about this," Cuvee reached out and ran his hand over Irina's ass and winked at her, "Traitorous whore."
Jack felt as though his heart was being ripped out in front of his eyes with the things this monster was saying to Irina. Twisting what happened in the past into his, own, sick mind game of tearing her down.
"He didn't come for her because he didn't know she was alive!" Sydney was shooting flaming daggers at the man, continuously provoking him and bringing the heat onto her self, "The CIA didn't tell him she was alive…because they knew in spite of finding out who she really was…my father loved her and would have gone off to find her! I guarantee he'll come for her now! He knows she's alive this time and knows you have her!"
'Thank you Sydney! Thank you!' Jack internally shouted, grateful his daughter was resounding the truth and reminding Irina of his love and that he wouldn't give up on them.
"Sydney, please…" Irina begged softly, looking as though she were about to lose consciousness and terrified that Cuvee would move onto her daughter if she kept provoking him…which only aroused the man apparently. Irina's body went stiff and then started violently shaking, her whole body seizing much to their horror realizing what was happening.
"She's having a seizure! How much fucking insulin did you give her?" Sydney screamed in rage and panic at Cuvee. "You can't just inject her with whatever the hell amount you feel like! She needs food! Not insulin! You're going to kill her!" She cried watching her mother's unconscious form still shaking and spasm and a great majority of those watching cried along with Sydney in horror and feeling helpless to help Irina. "She needs sugar!" Sydney screamed at Cuvee and the guards for someone to help her mother.
Irina finally stopped seizing and went still and they waited with baited breath as Cuvee reached over and felt her neck, searching for a pulse and smiled finding one. "She's still alive." He sneered at Sydney as Irina's eyes started flutter and slowly she came back to consciousness.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, I swear to God!" Sydney was lit with pure rage. "And my father will come for her!"
"I love your spirit, Sydney…it so reminds me of your mother's when she first returned. Your father may search but he will never see this Royal Whore alive again…when I am finished with her…You will witness her death as she witnessed her own mother's demise…and then, I will start on you…breaking you like I broke her." His declaration made everyone gasp softly in horror and watched Sydney's terrifying reaction to what he planned on doing with them race across her face with new tears. "And I bet she'll be a tight fuck like her mother…"
The psychotic man leaned over Irina taunting her more with what he planned on doing to Sydney and Vaughn's fear and rage flew to new heights.
"Over my dead body..." Irina spoke in a deadly tone barely above a whisper with pure unadulterated hate billowing in her dark eyes in protection of her child.
"Yes, Irina…it will be." Cuvee laughed stubbing out his cigar against the flesh on Irina's behind, taking pleasure in her pain and Katya sobbed, closing her eyes not wanting to see what he was doing to her sister and trying to stop the terror his promise evoked in her.
'Oh Irina…' Jack's heart and soul cried knowing she would go down fighting to protect their daughter and wishing he knew where the hell they were at so he could sweep them up into his arms and never let them go again.
The room was so small it gave nothing away to their location and Jack's track of mind was diverted when he saw Cuvee approach Sydney. He grabbed her hard, kissing her as he groped her between her legs and Vaughn flew forward in his chair, wanting to attack the man through the TV. "Fucking bastard!" He fumed in anger.
"I've got to finalize the plans for our little trip tomorrow evening when I'm finished here with your mother…I want to get a couple of good fucks out of her for nostalgia before I kill her… slowly." Cuvee promised death with his satanic smile and Jack's body recoiled with the torrent of emotions running rampant through it. "And we move on, my Dear Child. Without you and your father to distract her, your mother would have continued on in perfection. She was my Masterpiece. I forged her into the being she is today. She was so weak and innocent when she returned from her mission in America. I turned her into the perfect tempered killing machine, someone strong enough and capable enough to take over the Organized World and gain back control of Russia. I did that. And she would have continued on in perfection if she'd not encountered you in Taipei. You exposed her weakness. Her love for you was her downfall. You don't have those weak links to bind you and hold you back. You Sydney, will be my next masterpiece." He smiled widely at her scared, stunned face before walking out the door and yelling at his guards in Russian to take them back to their cells for now, one at a time.
"Oh God, Jack!" Katya covered her mouth with her hand, as they watched Cuvee leave the room and it went to black. "He said he was killing her tomorrow! When was this?"
"Marshall, how old is this? When was it taken?" Jack immediately snapped out of it and into action with the adrenaline to find them surging through his tired body.
"It doesn't say…it doesn't say anything." Marshall recited his findings flustered.
"Where the hell is that?" Vaughn whipped his head to Jack's and the rest of the table.
"I don't know." Jack narrowed his eyebrows in frustration, "Marshall, start it over so we can see the room fully before Sydney enters and blocks that part of the screen."
Marshall flew into action and started it again, Irina was there, bent over the desk but no one was in the room yet.
The door opened and Cuvee entered and something kept nagging at Mikhail as he saw the exterior out the door and then the interior and it all clicked.
"Jack, that's Kashmir! That's Cuvee's old office!" His eyes flew wide and he stepped forward when Jack's head whipped to his. "I'm positive! That's his old office!"