I awake with a start.

I don't wake up slowly and groggily and wait for the fog in my mind to pass.

I wake up alert and ready to fight.

I sit up quickly in my position..
Only to be flung back down again roughly.

In a matter of five seconds I notice three very important factors about my current situation.

1. I'm in a foreign bedroom, slightly bigger than the one I was used to.
It's darker and has a small window covered by large dark drapes.

The large bed I'm in is still old and creaky but has far more blankets and therefore much warmer.
The room is bare of any personal belongings.

There is a vanity mirror across from the bed and a suitcase opened lazily on the floor.
Revealing what I presume to be Rosiks clothes.
The door is shut but like I expected has no lock which makes me relieved.

2. As I stare at the vanity table mirror across from me I notice the reason why I couldn't get up off the bed and it's latched around my wrists, taunting me. Thin yet powerful cuff's are secured around my wrists, loose enough to not draw blood to my relief.

The cuffs are locked around the bed post's on either side of me and after a few attempts at tugging I realise that the bed only makes louder creaking noises and doesn't budge.
Not wanting to draw attention nor Rosik for that matter to myself I quickly stop making noise.

As I slouch further into the blankets due to a chill in the air I notice my third and most alarming factor.

3. Somebody has changed my clothes and I'm presuming that somebody to be Rosik.

I see red and I can't help but burst with pure rage.

I start yelling and screaming loudly, I don't even know what I'm saying but all I know is that it's directed at Rosik and it's covering all the things that I want to do to him when I see him next.

Trust me when I say that it's not going to be pretty.
My head is pounding, an aftermath I'm assuming of the drug so as much as I want to scream until my throat is raw I have no choice but to go quiet only after a few minutes.

My heaving chest has forced the thick blanket covering me to drop down to my waist and I stare at myself in disgust.

Like I expected the dress that Rosik 'chose' out for me is two sizes smaller than what I would usually pick purely for comfort sake.
I can feel the thin fabric digging into my back and I squirm to try and lessen the constrictive material.

I force my eyes to assess my body.
I ignore how my usual average breasts are being lifted and being made fuller to the point that I'm scared the buttons holding the dress together down the middle may pop.

I can see one of my bra straps has slipped slightly off my shoulder and I'm grateful to see that my bra is the same. I close my eyes and breathe heavily through my nose, he better not have fucking changed my panties.

Not that I can tell from this situation and with my limited movement I can't even shuffle to attempt to tell.

The door begins to open and I continue to breathe heavily through my nose as I glare harshly at the opening door and if this was a cartoon then I'm sure that literal steam would be bursting from my ears.

Rosik pokes his head around the frame of the creaky door and I open my mouth to hurl more insults.

"Ah, ah ah!" Rosik quickly cuts me off before I can release my horrid words and tugs another form into the room.

I see that's it's Dana and I'm slightly surprised to see her clean and seemingly well rested.

Her face is delighted to see me which improves her appearance drastically but I can easily see that she has been cared for.

Dana stands tensely next to Rosik who still has his hand wrapped tightly around her small arm, I glare at it until he removes it and flashes me a soft smile.
Dana is still in her dress which is filthy but Dana seems content in it.

"Did you seriously bring my cousin in here as a shield?" I grit out and my glare only grows darker as he smiles innocently at me from above Dana.

"You're pretty feisty when you want to be Kitty. I don't want to always fight you know?" Rosik replies and pulls Dana into his room, closing the door behind him.

They both walk over and Rosik sits Dana on one side of me and slowly walks over and sits on the opposite side of me.

It's such an odd picture to anyone walking in as I lay here cuffed in the middle of them.

What is going on?

"Can we take the cuffs off Katie please?" Dana whispers and lightly traces her left hand over the cuff, not being able to look up at Rosik just yet.

I however surprisingly can and stare at him expectantly as he ponders over Dana's words.

"I... I think that she should stay like this a little longer." Rosik mumbles, holding my stare and I scoff.

What a demented man.

"And why is that?" I question and attempt to pull myself up again, not enjoying being this vulnerable in the slightest.

But I only get into an awkward half-sitting position before Rosik quickly leans over and pushes me back down by my shoulders.

"Don't you dare touch me." I spit the moment his grubby hands touch my now bare skin and I feel my skin burst in goosebumps which cause Rosik to smirk widely.

His smirk says it all, it practically gloats 'oh but I already have'
and I can't help but shiver.

The door creaks open again and now Eric pokes his head around the corner. He freezes momentarily at the odd sight and I force a bleak laugh.

"Come one, come all! Don't be shy.. Now it's a real party." I exclaim with such false cheer that it actually leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Dana giggles and I wish I could join her but being cuffed really saps your ability to express yourself.

"I was just checking up on Dana."
Eric explains as the room grows silent after my cheer and my glare which might a well be set into my face now has the pleasure of striking Eric.

"I'm capable of looking after my cousin thank you very much. Feel free to leave us by the way, any time now." I reply hotly and Eric raises his eyebrows at my snappy attitude and remains hovering with his head inside the door.

"Or I could look after myself."
Dana whispers and I quickly turn my head to face her and express strongly with my eyes that I agree with her whole-heartedly but this situation isn't fond of independence.

"You can take Dana now. She better start making lunch otherwise Axel will get angrier." Rosik cuts in and I glance up to find his gaze still on me.

I'm so focused on Dana leaving me that it takes a moment for the rest of Rosiks sentence to sink in but when it does my eyes widen.

"Lunch?! What time is it?" I question and stare at both the men expectantly, instead Dana answers and I'm quick to roll my eyes.

"Lunch time?" She offers and a quick laugh bursts from my lips, unexpected and unwelcome in a place like this.

Dana jumps at the sound while Rosik quickly adds his laughter to my brief burst.
He acts as though he is desperate to share absolutely anything with me and it's frightening.

"It's just after one." Eric fills me in and I nod slowly.

I've been knocked out for so long..
Far too long.

"Can I come and cook?" I ask suddenly and choose to stare at Eric.

In this dim lighting his light casual grin resting on his face is darkened and he seems far more serious than what I have seen so far.

"No you can't. Until you've calmed down, you are staying here." Rosik cuts in while I keep my eyes latched onto Eric's which are so unfairly blue and pretty.

"I'm not the one with the key."
Eric finishes as my eyes continue to stare deep into his.

I hear a tinge of something in his voice but I can't quite pick up on it yet.
Eric is the newest addition to the line of threats and I don't plan on under estimating him.

Rosik raises and taking that as her cue Dana stands as well and stiffly walks towards the door with Rosik behind.

I slam my head onto the annoyingly soft pillow and sigh loudly.
This is the darkest version of time out that I've heard of by far.

"Stay away from Axel, Dana!" I call out just as she's about to disappear around the door with Eric waiting.

Dana nods and looks down at the ground, her cheeks turning pink as she brushes past Eric and I bite back the urge to tell her to stay away from Eric as well.

He is the enemy now.
Crushes aren't allowed.

Part of me is glad that I have some time alone.
This gives me the perfect opportunity to plan out our next escape plan.

I must sound crazy attempting to find a silver lining while being cuffed to a bed by a kidnapper but I'm determined not to wallow.

I'm just about to close my eyes and envision a plan when suddenly Eric speaks up.

"Aren't you coming as well Rosik?"
Eric asks just as I see Rosik centimetres from closing the door with him still in here.

I glance down and notice that Eric has managed to wedge his foot between the door and is effectively stopping it for now.

"You're capable of watching a little girl." Rosik grits out seemingly annoyed that his cover had been blown.

"I don't think he is!" I pipe up but I'm ignored as the two men stare at each other for a few seconds.

I can see Rosiks fists clench and Eric notices as well.
Removing his foot and glancing over at me Eric only halts for a moment before grinning widely.

"We'll let you know when lunch is ready." Eric states and winks at Rosik who visibly relaxes.
The whole situation between the men diffuses while my tensions only skyrocket.

"No wait-" I attempt to cry out but Rosik kicks the door shut just as Eric returns his eyes back to mine.

I tense in my limited position and attempt to look threatening.
Rosik just chuckles and begins walking towards the bed.

"Sit on the floor or I will kick you."
I threaten and Rosik rolls his eyes and walks up to the top of the bed and hesitates for a moment.

My eyes scream 'no!'
And I know that Rosik isn't that thick to not see it but he still forces himself onto the bed and eventually rests with his back against the headboard, forcing my arm to help prep his back up.
I'm bound to get pins and needles soon.

I stare up at the ceiling knowing that if I turn to face him now then my face will be pressed against his torso which sounds just about as tempting as shoving my face in a blender.

"I meant what I said earlier." Rosik mutters but I remain mute.

If I don't talk then he'll get bored and hopefully leave to find some other form of entertainment.

"I don't want to always fight you...
I want to get to know you." Rosik continues and I continue studying the ceiling.

"I mean, I do enjoy the occasional fight. When you glare at me it truly makes my heart go faster." Now I begin to grow uncomfortable but try not to show it.

Slowly and cautiously Rosik lifts a hand and to my utter horror he begins to run it through my hair, brushing out the knots he can reach and begins styling my hair so that it's cascading over my shoulders.

I remain tense, lips pursed and the hairs on the back of my neck raise each time his hand brushes against my vulnerable flesh under the waves of hair.

"You have such a beautiful hair.."
Rosik whispers entranced as my auburn locks curl greedily around his fingers, contrasting my body's desire to flee from him.

Once Rosik is content with my hair he lightly shifts it over my nearly bare shoulder and notices my bra strap slipping a little down my arm.

My eyes begin to tear as he lightly uses his fingers to 'walk' up my arm, teasing me, tormenting me until he reaches the strap.
Lifting the thin strap I can easily envision his smile as he lifts it off my cold skin and after stretching it Rosik lets go of it suddenly, causing the thin strip of material to strike my flesh.

I jump from the sound and sudden sharp pain and curse the tear that drips down from my eye.

"Okay fine! What do you want to know?" I burst out as Rosik keeps his hand pressed firmly on my upper arm and he sighs loudly at my voice.

"I want you to want to talk to me."
He explains slowly like he's talking to a child and I choke out a laugh to prevent a sob.

"Fucking fine! Let's talk after you get your filthy hands off of me." I snap and Rosik quickly removes his hands but instead of raising off the bed in order to face me, he instead pushes himself down further until his head is now resting on my trapped arm and he is face to face with me if I choose to turn.

"You'll answer my questions?"
Rosik murmurs and I cringe as his warm breathe reeking of tobacco washes over me but I nod nonetheless.

"As long as you answer some of mine like-" I try to begin but Rosik places a hand over my mouth, rudely cutting me off.

"Every time we have had time alone you have only wanted to manipulate me Kitty. It's not going to happen again. It's my turn to get something from you." Rosik cuts in, his eyes clouding dramatically and I'm left silent as I'm taken aback by how quickly his mood can shift.

This pleasant, chatty Rosik is an act and his sudden switch only reminds me of the thin and vulnerable ice that I'm on.

Part of me is glad that I've managed to irk him but i'm not stupid enough to flaunt it so I stiffly nod and remain still as he removes his hand and rests it by my hip.

"How many boyfriends have you had before and how far have you gotten with them?" Rosik asks this gruffly and I'm intrigued to find that his accent is suddenly much stronger, making his word slightly clouded.

"I've had one boyfriend before when I was in school. We lasted a month, kissed a few times and then I called it off." I reply honestly and with no emotion.

I continue staring at the ceiling and I feel Rosiks gaze questioning me but I don't expand my answer, I'm just giving him the bare minimum to stop him from lashing out.

"Nothing.. Naughtier?" Rosik whispers, hushed and I pick up a slight edge of surprise as his hand begins drawing circles on my hip through the thin dress.

I sigh loudly and slowly turn my head, frustrated by my hair clouding a large portion of my face but incapable of brushing away my curls.

"You said that you would take your hands off of me Rosik. Stop acting like a hormonal teenager, you're a fucking adult." I growl and I try to ignore the pools of lust swirling in Rosiks brown eyes.

"You're a teenager Kitty, I'm definitely making you feel something.."
Rosik now says this against my neck and I shiver at his tone.

He's right, he does make me feel something..
Disgust, anger and as much as I don't want to admit it..

Fear.

"Why aren't your parents looking for you?" Rosik continues not allowing me to defend myself and darts his slimy tongue out quickly and licks the side of my neck.

Sick bastard.

Having enough of his advances, knowing that it's a bad idea and knowing that it's most likely going to hurt me more than him I do the only thing that I can in my position.

I head-butt the brute.

The sound is blunt and we both groan loudly.
Rosik swears as my forehead hits his nose and while I couldn't get much power behind the blow I'm still satisfied as Rosik jumps onto his feet and holds his nose.

"My parents are none of your concern." I gasp out as I clench my eyes shut through the pain.

That was such a bad idea.

Honestly though I'm glad for the distraction, Rosiks question can't spin around in my brain for very long when it's aching this badly.
I don't want to think about the answer, I have a feeling that it will only hurt more.

With my eyes shut I'm completely unprepared for the harsh slap that I received next.

I see stars behind my lids as I clench my eyes tighter and can't help but groan while sagging against the bed.

Granted, I should have expected it but I by no means deserved it.

My face is absolutely throbbing and I have a feeling that it's due to being hit over my old bruise and now over a layer of burnt skin from the sun.
I must look like a tomato right now.

"You need to learn your place!"
Rosik thunders, his passion long forgotten and a part of me welcomes the sound of his anger.

Anything is better than his lust.
I crack open my eyes again and stare at him as calmly as possible, I feel like I'm staring down a bull while dressed in all red.

His chest is heaving and I notice that his eyes are filled with tears as he continues to hold and assess his nose. It doesn't appear to be bleeding but I'm hoping that I've given him another bruise considering that he was so kind to give me another.

"My place is with Dana and it's back home." I retort with equal amounts of anger and I clench my hands through the cuffs, practically trembling with rage.

"You belong in Russia now." I scoff loudly and shake my head, not even willing to give Rosik a response.

"Maybe Axel is right.." Rosik begins muttering darkly and that causes my whole body to freeze as his words sink into my mind.

No, please no...

I thought that Rosik disagreed with Axel's plan.
Surely he won't kill one of us.

"No! Please!" I quickly cut in and attempt to sit up again.

I manage to rest my back against the headboard and I stare at Rosik with wide eyes.
I know my blue eyes are swimming with unshed tears but I don't care.

I have to convince Rosik not to do this.

"She is just a child! I won't choose Dana, I'll never choose Dana!"
I yell out and to my horror that's the exact moment that the door to the bedroom opens again.

Dana stands there looking shocked as my misinterpreted words hit her hard and her bottom lip trembles.

Eric is behind her holding a tray with what appears to be French toast and I wonder briefly who made it before focusing back on Dana.

"Dana honey, it's not what you think.." I mutter and beg with my eyes for her to understand.

I need her to have faith and trust in me and know that I would never hurt her like this.
But as her eyes harden I know that she is on the verge of snapping at me again.

"I need you to trust me in this."
I whisper, forgetting about everyone else in the room and a tear drops from my eye as I watch her resolve harden.

This situation is pulling us apart and I can't figure out how to stop it from spiralling further.

Dana remains silent and after sniffing once she stiffly turns and walks out the room again heading in the direction of the kitchen.

I call out to her but my cry falls flat on the floor and remains stuck there.

More tears dribble from my eyes and I clench my fists so hard that I re-open the wounds on my hands.

Eric remains at the door, confusion etched into his features but after assessing me for a moment too long for Rosiks liking Rosik is quick to dismiss him.

"Go keep an eye on Dana. The back door isn't secure." He commands and Eric nods before placing the food on the ground by the door.
Now Eric walks away, his feet lightly thudding down the hallway.

Rosik calmly walks up to the tray and lifts it before turning to me with a small smirk.

I glare at him and more than anything I wish that I could have at least made him bleed.

"Maybe Axel was right.." Rosik repeats and this time I remain tight lipped. More tears slipping through.

"Maybe you do need to be starved for a few days. I adore your attitude but the physical attacks I won't tolerate."
Rosik finally finishes and I clench my eyes shut cursing myself.

I was the one who misinterpreted the situation, I was too emotional and screwed up big time.

"I'm not going to kill Dana. That will only make you hate me more. When we get to Russia she will be taken away from you and then you can only blame the business. It has nothing to do with me once we reach Russia."
Rosik explains and I want to desperately tell him that I'll never stop hating him as he sits by my side again, far away enough to not be hit.

I want to explain to him that he is the business and therefore all the blame will rest on him but all I can do is worry about Dana.

Rosik digs into the French toast and is content to stay quiet as he devours the syrupy meal.

Thankfully my appetite is nonexistent as I'm plagued with worry so I'm content to remain silent.

I simply stare at the wall with tears falling down my cheeks as I desperately think of a way to escape this torture and to salvage my relationship with my cousin.

Before it's too late.

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I'm not sure if I like it or not, I just wanted to see if I could write a long talking scene without it getting boring.

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