**Just a fair warning my lovelies, this chapter is going to be extremely graphic and will depict certain actions some of you may find uneasy. I apologize if it's "too much".**
"I want you to scream." My father spoke to me in such a tone like a hiss as Marco pulled me up onto my feet by my hair. My father gripped my throat in his hand as he looked at me with such an intense look of hate and disgust. "I want you to cry." He slapped me just before Marco slammed me back against a wall. "I want them to hear your pain!" My father shouted as Marco pulled a knife from his pocket and started to cut the fabric of my clothes from me. "And if either one of you look away even for a second, Sergei will put a bullet in her head." My father spoke to the twins as the other man, Sergei, stood between them holding s gun pointed towards me. "And when Marco is done with you," My father then turned back to me as Marco continued to rip off my clothes, "You're going to finish these two off, you're going to put a bullet in their heads. I won't let it be said that Valentina Volkov died without a perfect killing record."
My father then left the room; unlike Vladimir, he didn't enjoy watching his acts of torture. But by the looks on both Marco and Sergei's faces, it was obvious they did. A part of me wished one of them would look away, because I figured a bullet would be much more preferable to what was about to happen.
Marco backhanded me so hard I fell, now naked, onto the floor. I kept my head down, but could see piece by piece of Marco's wardrobe dropping to the floor. He removed his suit jacket, dress shirt, tie, and undershirt, but left his pants on. He dropped down on his knees and slammed my head into the hard ground as he then took me from behind. He kept one hand on the back of my head, the other pressing down so hard on my shoulders I thought he'd dislocate it from the force. I didn't want to scream, I fought the urge, despite the pain. "Scream you fucking bitch!" Marco shouted at me as he started to thrust harder. "I said fucking scream!" He lifted me up by my hair and reached his hand around to grip my throat. He choked me and I coughed out muffled screams before he returned his hand to pull my hair.
"I bet you wish it was one of them, don't you?" Marco leaned down and whispered to me in Russian before he pulled out of me. He stood up; pulling me onto my knees by my hair and making me turn to face the twins. They were crying, both of them. In their tears I saw absolute fury. But as I looked at Conner I saw his eyes cut away from me, and to Marco. I followed his line of sight the best I could without Sergei noticing; Conner was trying to show me the gun in Marco's holster, just a reach away from me. "I want you to think about them," Marco began, "think about them while you suck me." Marco shoved himself inside my mouth, and pulled my head back by my hair before repeating the process. I pretended to lose my balance and hold onto Marco's thighs to keep from falling over. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed.
It happened so fast really; when Marco pulled me by my hair, I punched him as hard as I possibly could given my drugged state right in his groin as I reached for his gun from his holster. At the same time, Conner knocked into Sergei causing him to fall and dropped his gun, which was when Murphy slyly looped his tied arms up under his legs and grabbed Sergei's gun. While Murphy kept the gun pointed at Sergei, Conner got to the feet and ran to knock into Marco and crash him into the ground as I stood up with Marco's gun in hand.
I stumbled over to Sergei and took the hunting knife from the holster on his belt I had been eyeing the last few days when he came in to beat me. I cut Murphy loose and he pulled the gag out from his mouth as I cut Conner's ties next and handed him Marco's gun. I picked up Marco's dress shirt and buttoned it over my naked body as I turned to him and spoke in Russian, "Take your pants and boxers off." At first he remained still until Conner pressed the barrel of the gun into Marco's temple, "Fucking now God damnit." I shouted at him, fighting the urge to vomit (it was hard to be intimidating when you were puking all over the place). I looked over at Murphy who was trying to keep his focus on Sergei, but turned to face me when I looked at him, "You can go ahead and shoot that one." I instructed him, which he did without hesitation.
The gunshot made Marco jump a bit then fumble with his belt as he continued to remove his pants and boxers. Once Marco was good and naked I took it upon myself to gather his boxers from off the floor and slip them on over my lower body. I kneeled down in front of Marco, holding Sergei's hunting knife up against Marco's throat, "You know, I've been taking your beatings for the last days thinking to myself, 'when I get my chance to kill this son of a bitch, how exactly am I going to do?' and now, I have my answer." I lowered the knife and without a moment's hesitation, cut his dick off. Before he could scream I slammed my hand over his mouth and put the now bloody knife back against his throat. "Shut your fucking mouth you pig." I shoved him back and slammed his head into the floor so hard it knocked him out cold.
I stood back to my feet keeping the knife in my hand, perfectly content to leave Marco there to bleed out. I started towards the door, too embarrassed to look at either Conner or Murphy, but Murphy was the first too catch my wrist and pull me back. "Val, you need to stay here and let us take care of this."
"I can do this." I insisted. I tried to pull my hand away from him but he just jerked me back and pulled me closer, standing behind me and wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"You don't need to." He had dropped his gun to hold me, and I dropped the knife to reach up and touch my hands to his arms as he held me there. "I'm so sorry," He whispered to me, "I should have never let you leave like that." I felt his nose against my neck as he stayed close to me.
"We need to hurry." Conner insisted as he walked over to us, "Val, do you know where we are?"
"Probably my father's mansion." I answered as I stepped away from Murphy and picked the knife back up from the ground. "He'll probably be in his study, waiting for Marco and Sergei to tell him it's done."
"Guards?" Murphy asked as he picked the gun back up.
"Only at the front gates of the estate, he says having guards in the house interferes with his personal life."
"Is there any chance he heard any of that?" Conner asked me as he headed towards the door, me more slowly than them.
"The basement is completely sound proof, and unlike Vladimir he doesn't keep it wired." I informed them as I struggled to keep up with them.
"Val, really, you need to sit this one out." Murphy insisted once we opened the door and left my personal hell hole.
I slammed the door shut behind us and locked it from the outside; in case Marco someone magically survived. I turned to look at both of them, a look in my eyes that make sure they understood I wasn't going to pass this up, "Not a chance."