For a moment all is silent.

Rosik and I stand on the veranda and stare out into the seemingly endless field.

In daylight I can see no other buildings besides the one Dana and I are forced in.
Perhaps at night it will be easier to see a house, a spark of light is far easier to spot then plain bricks or wooden structures.

The van, still as ominous as ever is parked out the front of the gate, this just reminds me that Axel is definitely still inside and is still a threat.

"Axel is busy on the phone, he's organising the rest of our trip."
Rosik replies after he notices my eyes linger on the van.

Trip. This isn't some sort of fun little adventure.
There is no hobbit urging us on or prophecy that needs to be completed, there is no free will and there is no joy.
Certainly not from Dana and my perspective.

I send a withering glare at Rosik in response but he's too focused on the sun setting in the distance.

I still maintain a careful distance from his form, just out of reach to make grabbing a stretch and in turn allowing myself a few seconds if needed to avoid his poisoning grip.
Taking advantage of the fact that I'm slightly behind Rosik I take a moment to stare at his form and really take a moment to study him.

He wasn't unattractive by any means.

I'm sure that plenty of people around his age which I would guess to be around thirty would find him worth a double take.
His dark hair which is shaven closely to the scalp still looks soft and if he tried to grow it then I'm sure that it would be shiny.
He has broad shoulders and when he gave his shirt to me I could tell that the body matched in broadness.

Why would someone who seemingly has it all physically going for him choose this lifestyle?

Shaking my head I allow my curls to whip across my cheeks.
I'm not here to analyse them, I remind myself.

I'm here to get Dana and my ticket to freedom.
All I need to know is their physical attributes to lock them up, it's not my place nor concern to figure out why they chose the path that they did.

"So.. How do I do it? Just breath normally?" I question and fight the urge to avert my eyes as Rosik turns around to face me.

I refuse to look up at him but at this close of a distance I can already feel a headache forming by my eyes stretching to the top of my head as I meet his smirking eyes.

"No, no. You need to begin slow, starting too quickly will make you choke." Rosik replies winking and I quickly catch on to his slightly sexual undertones.

Rolling my eyes I fight the childish urge to blush which I have no doubt only makes me blush darker as Rosik walks over to a nearby bench leaning next to the door.

I cautiously follow and at his direction I lightly perch on the far side of the bench, hands neatly in my lap as I keep my eyes downcast but head turned in his direction.

Slowly Rosik lowers his body onto the bench, the old wood complains but he continues to shuffle down until he is mere inches from touching my leg with his own.

As much as I appreciate that he is sticking to his promise of not touching me I'm not surprised that he's still managing to push my buttons.
He just has to be a dick-head about everything he does.

Smiling softly, noticing my glare at his leg Rosik reaches once more into his pocket and produces his packet of cigarettes.
I try not to let my stare reek of greed as I watch him then reach into his back pocket and pull out to my relief a box of matches.

I make sure to keep my stare blank while my heart begins thudding louder in anticipation.

Offering me the packet of cigarettes I timidly take one and not trusting the spark of hope in my eyes to diminish I keep my eyes focused on the thin stick of death while I roll it between my fingers.

I've smoked once before in my life, at a party that I wasn't nearly drunk enough for and decided to give another substance a try.

I ended up a choking mess and vowed never to touch the stuff again, then to further concrete my believe my Mum last year was diagnosed with lung cancer.

Hearing each whistled breath emit from my Mum taught me to never under-appreciate my body.
It's so fragile and it's my responsibility to care for it.
To provide and protect it.

Yet here I am about to go back on one of my fundamental vows.
But this is different, this is to protect Dana and myself.
I'm providing us with freedom, a little smoke in the lungs is a price I'm willing to pay.

Rosik takes a cigarette himself and places it loosely between his lips, flashing me a grin as he notices my eyes lazily trail his movement before mimicking it myself.

"You look cute like that."
Rosik mumbles as he scratches one of the matches to life and lights his cigarette.
Breathing in deeply the poison.

I'm acutely aware of the papery threat between my lips and the threat next to me that offers me one of his matches.

"Shut up." I murmur as I position the match against the rough sandpaper surface on the side of the flimsy packet.

At my dry response Rosik barks out a laugh which in turn causes him to start choking on the smoke he was about to release.
Jumping at his coughing fit I allow the match box to fall onto the concrete floor, each little stick of hope flaying in different directions.

"Shit. Sorry." I reply emotionless as I crouch down and start scooping up the matches, keeping my back to Rosik I desperately shove three matches in my front pocket.

I go to reach for more but the laughing/choking abruptly stops suddenly and I stiffen before slowly collecting the remaining matches in sight and cradling them in my hands.

I turn my head and tuck my loose curls behind my ear as I risk a glance at Rosik, desperately hoping that he doesn't suspect anything, if he notices then my literal window of escape will be blocked.

Instead, I'm both relieved and disgusted to find him simply staring at my ass which is unconsciously pointed in his direction, there is nothing sexual about my pose, a mere squat if that.

Yet the look in Rosiks eyes tell me that he's envisioning something far more vulgar.

Spinning on my heels I abruptly stand and make a point of waiting until his eyes slowly trail up my form before glaring harshly into his eyes as they find mine once more.

Staying standing now and facing his direction I put all the matches back into their case, returning the packet to Rosik, all but one which I quickly light and use to catch my cigarette.

Lifting the stick to my lips I take a deep breath to calm my nerves before sliding in the paper and repeating the breath, this time longer and slower.

I keep my eyes focused on the cigarette, although I can feel Rosiks eyes burning into my face.
Being out here already feels too intimate with him, I don't want to add to the already uncomfortable situation.

Just as suspected I feel the rough, hot smoke travel down my throat, I feel it slide painstakingly slow, filling every crevice until it reaches and quickly pollutes my lungs which constrict at the familiar intrusion.

I try to keep up the facade of control and keep my expression concentrated, creasing my eyes to try and stop the tears from bursting through.

I dread having to breathe this shit back out, breathing it in is one thing, uncomfortable but tolerable.
Breathing out however is worse and far harder to pull off.

"Now breathe out slowly, watch me."
I try to focus on Rosik, he casually takes another drag and I watch half impressed as the smoke effortlessly glides past his lips and into the world, now polluting the earth.

I can only half marvel for a few seconds though before my lungs constrict painfully and my heart begins to pound against my chest.

My body really, really doesn't like this at all.

I wanted to be graceful, I really did.
I wanted to come off bad-ass and remind Rosik once again that I'm a force to be reckoned with.
A force to be respected but I was so focused on looking cool that I forgot about the cigarette still perched between my lips.

As I open my mouth to release the smokey demon within me the cigarette begins to fall to the ground.

On reflex I shoot my hand out to catch the key to death and stupidly I clench my small hand around it.
Instantly I feel the bite of heat, feasting on my flesh and I attempt to gasp through the pain.

That's when the choking began, feeling like the whale in Pinocchio, having a fire started within me I start choking out the smoke.

I continue coughing for at least five minutes, tears rolling down my undoubtably blotchy face, the cigarette was dropped and forgotten instantly.

As I struggle to fill my lungs with fresh air I see two blurry shoes shuffle into my vision which was originally focused on the concrete floor.
Shaking immensely all I can do is stand still as Rosik walks behind me and starts to pat my back, my shirt feels far too thin as each of his fingers press into the centre of my back.

I know Rosik can feel me as well because as the pats continue he starts running his hands over my shoulder blades and even at one stage my hidden bra straps.

His patting does help however as much as I don't want to admit it and soon my coughing dies down into the occasional hiccup.

Keeping my back to him I quickly raise my hands and start rubbing away the tears, feeling stupid and weak for having them in the first place.

The hand on my back stills before latching onto my shoulder and spinning me around, my hands frozen on my cheeks as I face Rosik once more.

"You don't need to hide your tears Kitty, you look even more beautiful with them."
I cringe as his breath reeking of smoke hovers over my face and as his words sink in I cringe again.

This man is downright demented.

"I don't care what your fetishes are. Keep you perverted mind and nicknames to yourself."
I croak out before spinning around, wanting nothing more than to go back to Dana.
Mission complete.

But Rosik has other ideas.

I make it to the door and turn the handle, expecting it to give way easily but instead I'm met with resistance.

I know Rosik is smirking at me from behind but I don't want to give him the satisfaction of helping me so instead I do something really stupid.

I raise my fist and begin knocking loudly on the thick door.

"Axel? Can you let me in?"
I yell out my voice surprisingly sweet considering the gravel like feeling in my throat.

I hear a low growl behind me which should have warned me to keep my mouth shut but I was sick of Rosik and it was time for me to leave before I lashed out.
So I ignore the warning and continue knocking on the door, calling out for Axel.

"Axel Plea-" Rosik's beefy hand clenches my shoulder and I instantly cease knocking, now focusing my hand to try and tug his grasp off of me.

As suspected though I'm no match against Rosiks strength and no matter how hard I tug at his hand or even dig my nails in he still refuses to move his hand.

"You never say my name. Why do you only want Axel?" Rosik questions and I hear the strain in his voice, almost as though he is attempting to speak through clenched teeth.

I should really be trying to diffuse the situation, I don't want a repeat of earlier in the hall but of course my big mouth just can't keep shut.

"Careful there Bud, you're starting to come across as a little clingy."
I tease keeping my voice flat and devoid of any emotion, I've got what I wanted from him, I have no more tolerance for this brute.

Rosiks hand clenches momentarily over my shoulder, a flash of white pain spreads across my vision but besides my visible tenseness I refuse to give him any other response.

"Say my name." Rosik suddenly whispers by my ear, too close and too hotly.

This time I do flinch and my heart begins to pound harder against my chest.
He is too close.

"What happened to not touching me?" I spit out through my own clenched teeth, teasing over.

I wait a beat for Rosik to remove his hand, I'm not sure why I expected him to do so.

In the past while he hasn't been conscious of my personal space he has backed off when I've expressed my discomfort.
But this time is different, I can feel his rage behind me.

Axel was right earlier, both men are done playing nice.
But what they don't know is that so have I.

Deciding to act now and think later I retreat my arm until they are both resting on the door, palms flat.
Taking a steadying breath I suddenly lift my right leg and brace it against the door, hurtling my body backwards and thankfully the brute force of my body causes Rosik to lose his balance and fall onto the concrete.

Unfortunately for me however I to hurtle down towards the ground but instead of hitting the unforgiving concrete I land on the solid Rosik.
As my body fell backwards I could clearly hear Rosiks head smack the concrete and a rather unsavoury string of curse words explode from his mouth, I would have smirked if I wasn't so concerned about where I was going to land.

It takes me a split second to recover from the fall, Rosiks body protected me from any damage and I take advantage of Rosiks disorientation by leaping up back onto my feet.

I glance down at Rosik to find his eyes glazed over but quickly sharpening. Panicking I quickly aim a kick in his side, hoping to slow him down further before running back to the door.

Feeling sweat begin to drip down the back of my neck I use both arms to bang on the door, surely this door isn't thick enough to block out ALL sound.

My breathing is erratic and my thoughts are swirling as I regret lashing out without a getaway plan.
'I'm so stupid.'

"Yes you are." Rosik growls and I freeze not realising that I was voicing my panicked thoughts.

I spin around, my hands in position to punch, hit, slap.. Anything.
But as I watch Rosiks body hurtle towards my suddenly very small form all I can do is freeze and clench my eyes shut, braced for the pain.

Returning his hands unforgivingly tight and bulky over my shoulders Rosik then uses the rest of his body to press tightly against my own, trapping my hands between our stomachs and I quickly realise that nearly all my movement is contained.

I'm trapped.

I still keep my eyes tightly clenched shut, not only to avoid seeing Rosiks rage but also to contain my tears, knowing that a waterfall is floating beneath my lids.

Rosiks deep breathing is all that I can hear for a few tense seconds while my breathing is just quick sharp intakes of air, too fearful too take a proper breath.

Then with a final growl low in his throat Rosik strikes me in the worst possible way.

He presses his lips firmly against mine and starts violently kissing me.

His growl becomes a groan as his lips capture mine and I feel my entire body shock back to life as he starts tugging on my bottom lip, asking for entrance.

Opening my eyes wide I glare hatefully at Rosik who's eyes are closed and relaxed.

I begin jerking my body in every direction, trying to free my arms but Rosik simply takes another step forward, actually causing my body pain as my arms are crushed further.

I gasp like an idiot and Rosik plunges his slimy tongue into my mouth, clashing with mine and asserting dominance.
I try shaking my head and voicing my alarm but all that can be heard is slight muffles, which I'm sure Rosik is bound to interpret as sounds of pleasure.

As my head continues to thrash, Rosik reaches up and wraps his hands in my curls, rubbing strands between his fingers.
After a few warning tugs which I ignore Rosik finally releases my mouth and pulls my hair harshly, dragging my head up and leaving me seeing spots.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I snarl trying to move but Rosik simply chuckles before latching his moist lips onto my exposed neck.

I begin kicking out but Rosik anticipates my move and shuffles his legs around mine, truly boxing me in. Starting at my jaw line Rosik begins peppering kisses along it, murmuring rather pointless compliments as he does so.

"You're gorgeous Kitty."

"You taste so good, so soft and warm."

"I've wanted to do this since you passed out in my arms at the park.."

Each sentence leaves me more and more nauseous, each sentence causes my heart to thud faster.

I'm sure Rosik can feel it through the slim barrier of clothing but despite my body and vocal refusal he continues to trace further down my neck.

I can feel his saliva trailing lazily down my neck and I cringe, panting hard as he makes it down to my collarbone.
I'm focusing so much on the sticky, disgusting feel of the saliva that it takes me a moment too soon to realise that hot tears are pouring down my face as I continue to shake.

"No, no, no! Please just stop it!"
I wail, all sense of bravery gone and if it wasn't for Rosiks body keeping me upright I have no doubt that I'd simply be a puddle of the floor.

Lifting his head I finally get to stare into Rosiks eyes, dark with lust and he smiles softly into my eyes, slightly hidden behind my tear covered lashes.

"I've never met a girl with such beautiful tears before. Rare, like a gem." He whispers and I choke back a sob as he nears his face to mine again, I clench my lips shut but instead Rosik licks up my cheek, undoubtedly following one of my tear trails.

I let out half a wail and half a sob as my knees buckle.
Removing his hands from my hair Rosik quickly applies them to my waist, thankfully above the candle and it feels like he's burning me instantly.

I wish I could black out.

I want nothing more then to leave this moment and forget everything but my senses remain in overdrive as I feel Rosiks fingers slowly weave their way under my shirt.

The moment his fingers skim my bare waist a bolt of lighting burst through my limbs.
I'm not sure how but somehow I manage to slip one of my arms out from between our bodies, with tears still blurring my vision I slap Rosiks face harshly.

At least I thought it was harshly until Rosik starts to chuckle, I want to scream, I want to curse but his laughter simply makes my toes curl.

I open my mouth to shout something, I'm still not sure what but vaguely I hear the door handle behind me click.

Rosik is still lost in his lust and now has his focus on my heaving chest and my cleavage.

I go to smack him again, my hand sailing through the air but Rosik grips my wrist tightly pausing momentarily before running it softly over his face, closing his eyes and humming softly.

The door behind us opens wide and I remember the feeling of weightlessness as my body once again falls towards the harsh floor.

Axel remains frozen by the door, shock and confusion painted over his expression while I stare at him undoubtedly with panic and a fresh wave of tears.

Then finally there is Rosik who quickly lets go of my wrists and braces himself just in time on the floor in order to not crush me.

I have my arms back, I could have stopped my head from slamming into the floor but I do nothing.

Like a doll that a child has grown out of, I allow my body to slam into the ground and finally reality blurs out of sight.

Sniffling one last time I relish in my body going slack and run towards the darkness, away from Rosik, away from everything.

I just need a moment to myself.

Please.

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