Chapter 8

• Chapter: "Supernatural"
• Release my ankles and wrists from oppressive imprisonment. But he has not finished with hell. She picks up what was left half, dresses quickly, but I'm still naked. He tugs on my arm and makes me walk up to the wall. My back is turned and I only wait trembling for the blows. She is going to whip me. My legs are already weak, it will hurt.
• Consequently, she whips me in anger, she doesn't stop. The sting is unbearable, every part of my back opens with his fury. I can't resist him anymore, the sobs come up without stopping, he tears me outside and inside.
• So severe that his strength seems supernatural to me.
• "Please stop, I implore you!" —I exclaim lifelessly, the prayer is the only thing that emanates before losing the notion.
• "You're going to die, damn it!" He roars, sentencing the ending.
• His words are fulfilled, in a flash the light has turned to darkness.
• ...
• It burns, it is a live fire in my back, it is a hell eating the cracks that its torture has left. The abrasion does not attenuate, the algiar is austere.
• I find myself face down, free of fabric that prevents me from being exposed. At least the one who is present is a woman. Alena is in charge of cleaning her wounds.
• "You're strong." Her voice denotes pity.
• "I thought I would die ...
• "It will burn, it will hurt, but you're going to heal."
• "What's the use of that?" He will continue to be atrocious to me, "I say regretfully.
• "I don't know why Aleksander insists on you this way, I'm very sorry," she says.
• I sigh enduring every second, holding onto consciousness becomes difficult when the pain is unbearable.
• "It hurts a lot, Alena." I don't think they heal that fast. "I assume, the discomfort is fiercely accentuated. And Aleksander is just taking it out on issues from the past, I still can't believe it.
• "What can't you believe?" - He is interested speaking softly -. You can tell me, I won't say anything.
• -With a condition.
• "Go ahead, what do you want?"
• "I need you to help me get out of here, Alena." I do not deserve this suffering, not even what happened in the past justifies what happens to me. I ask on a brittle thread.
• I don't get an answer, I can't see his expression either, although his silence tells me that he is reflecting on my words.
• "It's difficult, Konstantinov's men are everywhere, there's not a single inch of the house without security." Not to mention outside, armed subjects guard the entrance. This property is surrounded by high walls and the gate has electricity, "she gasped. Luna, if you try, you will fail and the lord will be angry. Even leaving the house, outside you could be shot. Trust me, being docile will be fine.
• "How can you say that in his domain I have stability?" I dare to ask angrily.
• -It's not that…
• "Aleksander is cruel, but you told me no." Why do you have that image of him? I do not understand.
• —I'm twenty-six years old, I was on the streets at twelve, but I was allowed to work here thanks to a sixteen-year-old teenager. Yes, it was Aleksander. He did not have a roof, although to Mr. Dimitri it seemed crazy that his son was asking him to live with them in exchange for working without pay, he ended up accepting. Since then I was submissive, obedience has prevented something bad from happening to me. I've never been a victim of anyone, that's why I said that.
• "Just because they're not cretins with you doesn't mean I'm going to suffer the same fate." Aleksander, that teenager who held out his hand, is an animal. I purse my lips.
• Everything he has said to me is a bit close to a lie. It doesn't fully tell his story, it leaves out important points, and I pretend to be oblivious.
• "Are you going to tell me why you're here, Luna?"
• "I won't gain anything by telling you."
• "I promise you will never starve here, I will keep an eye on your situation." He tries to negotiate, which interests me because if the wolf wants to, he could take the bite from me.
• "Tell me something else, have you ever had a physical relationship?" I mean, you live here, but are you dating someone?
• -Physical? N-no ...
• "You stutter, you're a liar." I remember being abused and feeling disgusting again. Today I was raped by him, he did not even stop to think if it was my first time, although I am delusional to believe it. It's been a horrible experience, not only did he use me, then he did this to me. He really is sick.
• "II ... I'm sorry with all my heart, Luna," he says in a sudden cry. Once, just once, I slept with Aleksander. She was inexperienced, she seduced me, imagine she was only fourteen years old, I did not think that with a kiss we would end up having sex. After that he treated me with indifference, I continued living as if nothing, it is not as if I had anywhere to go.
• "But he was consensual, wasn't he?"
• "Yes," she sniffs. Why does he have you here?
• "Because Elena Konstantinov, his mother, abandoned him when he was little." Now she lives with my father and they have Grace, my sister. "I take a deep breath.
• -What? She wasn't expecting that, "she admits perplexed, surely. That is, although they are not brothers, Grace is both.
• "It's hard for me to admit it, but yes." In my place is laughs Grace, and I don't hold the thought of thinking her in her clutches. She stops my heart. For that alone I am grateful to be here instead of her.
• "You're good, you deserve a long life, her," she breathes loudly. Maybe he ends up granting you freedom.
• "I don't think so, he's determined to finish me off."
• "It's what his father asked him, did you know that he is dying slowly?" "She reports." Strange blink -. Cancer, he has cancer. That is why she has hastened to give command to her son. Veronika heard that everything was planned by him, she even she would take care of making you ... I can't even pronounce it, in the end she left everything in Aleksander's hands. By the way, she takes this pill.
• Only now do I notice the pill on a napkin next to a glass of water.
• -Why?
• "You don't want a baby from the lord, then take it."
• Seat. Aleksander has thought of everything. Not even I am able to imagine a small in my belly of that monster. I immediately gulp it down and take a sip of water.
• "Alena." A loud, husky voice catches us off guard. The gravity and annoying accent of her make me shudder. Drop everything and get out of here, hurry up.
• I do not want she leaves.
• Being alone with him makes my stomach turn.
• Before rushing out, Alena covers me from the waist down with one of the sheets. And she leaves.
• He doesn't say anything, I imagine him watching me. It's so twisted that I have no doubt it looks like a work of art bruises piercing my skin. That unnerves me, but not being able to face it plagues me with helplessness. He finally stands in front of me and his eyes meet mine.
• I cut the contact spouting hatred.
• "Look at you, you're resisting, I must admit that you surprise me, Lunita," he says imperiously. His hand rests under my chin, jerks it up. It would have been your little sister who was deplorable like you.
• "She's your sister, Aleksander, she also runs your blood through her veins," I remind him, making him see reason.
• However he denies, he will not give his arm to twist.
• He is ruthless.
• "Don't think you're going to soften my heart." That never works with me, "he expresses with an evil gesture.
• "I know, you don't even have a heart," I snort.
• He smirks, with that dangerous aura he leans down, placing his lips on my forehead. The pressure that he exerts, pretending to be a kiss, is also mockery, it is worse than the traitor of Judas.
• "Inside me." He slaps his chest. There is a heart, I assure you, thanks to it you are still alive. I'm going to take some photos.
• -What? I frown in dismay. What was missing, to be photographed in that state. Is it that the morbid tastes of her have no limits? -. No, do not do it.
• —You don't come to give me orders - she rants her, she pulls the sheet and I go back to being naked.
• I feel the torture of the flash every so often, she doesn't stop, she doesn't end. I close my eyes, imploring him to finish once and for all.
• "They are perfect, I'll send them to your father."
• Open-mouthed, I try to move, the pain and discomfort is such that I give up. The beating of my vital organ is challenged by that terror. I don't want mom or dad to see those photos.