I felt hollow inside as I watched the last parts of the mall flash in my window. I let that feeling slowly consume me. Emptiness is a gift in hell.

The drive was virtually quiet with the exception of Pytor’s occasional laugh, and the roar of the engine behind us. They drove a tank of a car. Bulletproof, I'm sure. As time passed I let my mind wander off to Anatoli and Tobias. I was dying to know what they were up. I wanted to know where they went. Did they leave Pytor? I know it sounds cocky, but was it because of me? I knew I wouldn’t get the answers I wanted.

Time was irrelevant to me at this point. Just something I had to get through. That said, I had no clue how much time passed before we arrived at our destination. It was white, lots of arches, it looked very similar to the houses Pytor owned when I worked for him. I hadn’t really been gone all that long, so I shouldn’t have been surprised to see his tastes were the same.

“Alexandra.”

The door I was limply leaning against swung open and I tumbled out of the car. I let out a screech because my arm stayed hooked on the car from the handcuffs and now hung at an awkward angle. My dad laughed and put a foot on my shoulder pushing me down ever so slightly, so the pain shot like fire through my body. I sucked in a strained breath and bit my lip. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry anymore. I made up my mind that no matter what they did to me I wouldn’t let them see me hurt. I wouldn’t let them see my pain, my loss.

I took in as much air as I could, trying to dull the pain, until, finally, somebody uncuffed me and my arm fell to the floor. I let a quiet moan when it was back down by my body. I used my free arm to push myself up to seated. Pytor’s guards pulled up behind us. They wasted no time getting of their respective cars. They picked me up by my armpits and dragged me into the house. My tired feet burned against the cobblestone driveway. I was dragged into a bedroom and chained to the bed. I wasn’t surprised by this at all. I knew it was coming. Story of my life. What did shake me was the way they tied me up. I had each one of my hands tied to opposite sides of the bedpost and my feet tied the same way, so I was stretched out like a starfish. I hated this position. It left me way too vulnerable. My heart hammered in my chest. Seeing how easily these two men handled me really brought light to how easy Anatoli and Tobias had taken it on me. Once I was tied down I glared at the two men, my dad and Pytor. I had an equal amount of hatred for both of them. It was hard to know where to direct my energy. My dad started this whole cycle and he was the man who killed my mom. Pytor killed my daughter.

“What’s your plan dad?” I seethed, deciding to direct my energy toward him. “Rape me? Have Pytor extract his revenge and then kill me? Will that satisfy you? I don’t give a fuck! I’ll make sure you get no satisfaction out of this!”

“Oh, my little Alexandra I think we both know your spitfire personality makes that impossible.”

He took a step towards me with a pair of scissors. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted me up as much as he could while still being tied down.

“And Alexandra, no matter what you do this will satisfy me.”

“You fucking piece of shit!” I reeled my neck back and spit in his face. He shot back, and the rage became evident in his eyes. He took the blade end of the scissors and slapped me across the face with it. My head flew back, and tears rolled down my cheeks involuntarily. I immediately started to move my face, assessing my injuries. I felt blood trickle down my cheek, but I knew it wasn’t bad. I breathed a sigh of relief, and turned my attention to Pytor while my dad, father, Eric, cut off my clothes. He left on my bra and underwear. I blinked back my tears, brought on by the humiliation and shock of all this.

“Killing my baby wasn’t enough for you,” I spat at Pytor. I felt the fire I felt before I met Rex come back with a vengeance. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him dead like she was. “You had to bring the one person in the world I hated most. I made you a shit ton of money. I was pregnant. I only left to protect her!”

“Oh, so it was a girl,” he said smugly as my dad stood next to him, watching me. I took deep breath trying to distance myself from my body and my own humiliation.

“Yes. She was.”

“Its name?”

I smirked. Pytor would put the pieces together. He was a smart man.

“Anna, asshole. Her name was Anna. Named after a very close friend.”

I saw rage flicker in his eyes. He couldn’t hide it.

“Yeah, Anatoli was just a gem in helping me get the fuck of here. Tobias even helped. It was great. I owe them a lot.” I smiled smugly at him.

He came over and grabbed in between my legs. I flinched a little but held my ground, and his gaze. I had been touched by him before. This was nothing new.

“And here I thought your time with Mia and Rex had made you soft?” He removed his hand. I fought against the ropes.

“YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM? I WILL KILL YOU. DO YOU HEAR ME?”

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” my dad put his hand on my face, I fought to pull away, which only made him laugh cruelly. “You cooperate, and no harm will come to your little friends.” He turned to Pytor with a grin. “That little boy next door has always been her weak spot. She’s always been crazy about him. Only time I fucking knew she was a girl other than when she spread her legs.”

I gagged, and Pytor watched us silently with a satisfied grin. I hated his reaction even more than I hated the words themselves.

“Well, sleep tight Alexandra. We will be back in the morning. Make yourself at home.” My dad shot me a satisfied smile and Pytor watched me intently, clearly enjoying my struggle.

I jerked around in my chains. “What if I have to pee? What the fuck? You can’t just leave me like this!”

My father crossed the room and wrapped his hand around my neck. “You can piss yourself for all we fucking care, and we can leave you like this Alex. Who’s coming for you?”

He threw me back on the bed. I sucked in a deep breath.

“Bastards!” I yelled as they shut the door laughing. I twisted and fought with the binds, trying for an escape. I refused to sit in my own piss again. The chains burned and clawed at my wrists until they raw. I fought for hours, until my body was weak and exhausted. I couldn’t get out. My head fell to my chest. It was useless. These chains were not meant to be escaped from.

Hours passed. My bladder was so full, the pain in my lower abdomen was unbearable. Not to mention the dangers of holding it in. There was a clock on the wall across the room and I watched it tick by. Eight hours. Eight fucking hours. I felt my eyes pulsing with the tears that threatened to leak out. If they didn’t come soon I was going to wet the bed. My wrists hurt like hell and I was exhausted from fighting. Already. I felt like such an idiot.

Just then, as these thoughts swirled around in my mind, the door swung open. My dad didn’t say anything. I watched him come to the edge of my bed. He uncuffed my ankles, before making his way over to my wrists. As my dad was freeing me from my binds I looked around the room for Pytor. I needed to know where he was at all times. He was in the doorway, watching. I realized in that moment his revenge was letting my father do whatever he wanted with me. He just wanted to watch me suffer. Somehow, I’d underestimated the depths of his evil again. I hated myself for it. I wanted so bad to fight him, both of them, but the second I was uncuffed my limp arms went straight to my aching stomach. I had to pee so bad I wasn’t actually sure I could make it to the toilet. My dad grabbed my wrist and yanked me off the bed. I felt like a weight to the floor. I let out a groan as my legs hit on the wood. The impact of my body hitting the floor jolted through my bones… organs. I felt the pee I’d been holding in leak onto the floor. I was on all fours. My head fell in between my hands. This was the closest I came to crying. It felt like someone stabbed me through my broken soul.

This time it was Pytor who grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet. It felt like someone was ripping the hair right out of my scalp. I screamed and reached for his hand, trying to pull him off of me. He jerked me forward to stand right in front of him.

“You peed on my floor you whore,” he hissed.

“I’m no whore. You tried and failed at that.”

He pulled harder on my head, and at that I actually let out a small cry. “Listen to me you little bitch. You cost me a great client, my two best men and the money you brought in, which no one does under my watch. So, this is what’s going to happen. I’m going to hand you over to your father and I’m going to watch him tie you up and fuck you. If you do anything to jeopardize that I will send the order to kill your friends. Understood?”

I didn’t say a word to that. What was there to say? Nothing, unless I wanted them to see me fall apart. He released my hair and I reached around frantically for the bedpost to stop my fall but missed. My knees slammed on the ground again and I sucked in a breath through my teeth. I tried to blink away the pain, but fuck it hurt. My dad went behind me and kicked me hard in the ass, sending me flying forward.

“Clean up Alexandra. Let’s get this show on the fucking road.”

“I’m not a dog,” I spit out as I made my way back to my feet.

 I walked in the restroom and slammed the door. Not surprisingly the lock had been removed, but that didn’t matter. I had a second of privacy. I scoured the bathroom for something, anything, I could use as a weapon. If I couldn’t find a weapon I’d just find a razor or something and off myself. Something to get me out of this mess. I went through the shower, then all the drawers and in the cabinets. There was absolutely nothing to be found. I heard laughter outside the door.

“There’s nothing in there Alexandra!”

I whimpered, and my head fell to my chest. I allowed myself a minute of hopelessness before I continued my completely pointless search. I searched frantically for several minutes before the door swung open. My dad stood in the doorway. I stood my ground as hatred poured out of me.

“I said clean up you little slut!”

“Go fuck yourself!”

Pytor appeared in the doorway. The memory of me falling down the stairs and hearing the doctor tell me I’d never meet my baby girl popped in my head. If I felt hatred before, it was nothing like the all-consuming tunnel of hate I felt now. I could feel it radiating off of me, consuming me like a drug.

“I just want to remind you of the lives that you hold in your hands Alex.”

“I just want to remind you of the life you…”

Pytor whipped out his cell phone. “Finish that sentence. I dare you Alexandra.”

I bit my lip. Hard. “I’m cleaning up. No more funny business.”

“Better fucking not be,” my dad spat. I could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. With that they both left, and I did get cleaned up… while I plotted how to get out of this. I had to keep playing their game for now or I’d get Rex killed. I cleaned up and felt bile rise up in my stomach, having to clean up my own humiliation. That’s what this was. Degrading me in the worst and most humiliating way. When I was done I walked back out with a towel around my waist. I had been in just a bra and underwear since my dad cut off my clothes. Since I peed through my fucking underwear I wasn’t going to put them back on, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to walk around naked. So, hence the towel.

Pytor laughed and shook his head, and my dad scowled as they made their way back in my room. Pytor ignored him. It was very clear Pytor was in this to get revenge on me, but truly thought my dad was scum of the earth. Pytor may have been the epitome of evil, but he was smart and successful in his own right. My father, on the other hand, was a failure, a drunk and broke as fuck. He had no redeeming or likable qualities.

“If anything, you’ve always been entertaining Alex. It’s a damn shame you screwed me over.”

I shrugged. “What happened with Anatoli and Tobias?” I dared to ask because for a moment the atmosphere felt less hostile. It appeared as if Pytor really did hate that he had to do this, and that things ended the way they did. In some sort of fucked up way that made me feel a little better, knowing Pytor wasn’t all anger and hostility.

Pytor smirked. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Are we going to get this show on the road or keep chatting like teenage fucking girls,” my dad slurred. He’d been drinking while I was tied to a fucking bedpost. This really felt like my childhood now. The alcohol was definitely kicking in and that was not good for me. I knew from experience that he was a bad person in general, but a downright evil when he was drunk.

I caught Pytor glaring at my dad, but he quickly returned his face back to neutral. I realized how pathetic my whole situation was because Pytor didn’t even have his guards in the room. Like they knew I was too fuckin’ weak to do anything. I’d make sure they regretted that.

“Хорошо, alright Eric. Alex,” Pytor turned his attention back to me. His eyes were dead and cold once again. “Get a move on Alex. Out you go.”

My dad shoved me through the doorway. I dug my heels into the ground every time we stopped. Pytor groaned and my dad shoved me harder. I saw the guards standing downstairs at attention. My heart ached a little that those men weren’t Tobias and Anatoli. They’d made Pytor’s world a little less cold and scary. And I made no mistake, I was in Pytor’s world now. My dad and I were just pawns.

Eventually I was pulled into a side room. I kept my grip on the towel firm. I squeezed my eyes as tight as I could. The room looked similar to my childhood room. The one where so many men had stolen from me before. I died a little in a room that looked just like the one in front of me. The same dead, cold fear overwhelmed me. I tried to scoot backwards, but I ran into a chest. I just kept nodding my head no.

“No. Please,” my voice was breathless as the two of them shoved me on the bed. I lost my towel on the way and I reached desperately for it knowing my chances of reaching it were just about as high as me getting off out of this house without my dad raping me.

“This will go easier if you just do it,” Pytor said sounding bored and tired of this little game. Bored of something that was about to ruin my life, again.

“I can’t. Please. Pytor.” I begged. I actually begged. Pytor of all people. I got that low. They didn’t even tie me down. They knew I was too panicked to do anything smart to get out of the situation, and not only that. If, by some miracle, I was able to fight and get out from under my dad there were now four other men in the room, because much to my horror, Pytor had texted the guards to come in and watch.

The last thing I did as my dad situated his disgusting self on top of me was look in Pytor’s dead eyes. He was the devil himself. My dad was no better. I hated them both.

“Fuck you,” I mouthed to Pytor as my own fucking dad slid inside me. “You’ll pay.”

With that last bit of innocence stolen from me I lost my mind and made the worst mistake of my life.