We enter the lowest floor and the reality that I could very well be raped in a few minutes assaults my senses.

I begin kicking and thrashing, my hair coming undone and I try to use my bound hands to slam into Rosiks nose but he continues humming, dodging any strikes.

I can't have my body fail me when I need it most, I internally direct myself.

However Stephanie's earlier words ring in my head and momentarily shock me into growing still.
He preferred me fighting the whole damn time...

Is it the act of fighting that turns him on or is it simply because he knows it's in my character to fight any situation that involves him.
Is it a fetish or was it just a way to bring back memories of me while with another woman?

It may only get me in more trouble but I still refuse to stop fighting.
At least while fighting I have a chance to get away.
That's what I keep telling myself in order to stop the tears.

Rosik slowly walks past Dana's door, most likely to mock me and I squint through the open door to find her bathroom door tightly shut.

She's hiding.
Good.

Thankfully it seems like Rosiks attention is only on me I bleakly think as Rosik pauses to place a firm kiss on my cheek, barely missing my reciprocating head-butt.

"Why are you being so dramatic?" Rosik lightly warns as my breathing grows more erratic with each step further down the hall.

Pausing halfway by the locked door which I now know must be the fire exit Rosik cautiously tugs down my gag so that it rests around my throat.

"There, feeling better?" Rosik whispers mockingly like I'm a mere child as I lick my dry lips and stretch my jaw momentarily.

"I hate you." I whisper darkly, my voice cracked and tired from the trauma.

I can still feel droplets of the ocean on my body and if my heart wasn't thudding so loudly then I'm sure I'd still hear the splashing.

"Stop that, you're just grumpy."
Rosik scolds and I scoff.

"I'm fuming. You're a fucking monster..."

"No need to be dramatic." Rosik cuts in and I manage to spit directly in his eye causing him to cry out and drop my still bound body onto the carpet with a hollow thud.

My weak body clenches from the pain which only makes my muscles cry out more and I clamp my teeth tightly.

"I know about Dana." I grit out and stuck in a fetal position I have to look up which I despise, at the man I loathe as he frantically wipes away my spit.

My words make him pause however and he slowly lowers his hand, brushing his shirt in the process.

"I know what you have made my cousin go through, the absolute hell you've forced her to face. I will never forgive you for that you fucking dick." I growl out lowly and all signs of amusement flicker out of Rosiks eyes as he now looks down at me coldly.

I keep my gaze firm even as his pierces into me.

"You'll never forgive me? What about your cousin? How can she ever forgive you?! You're the one that abandoned her, not me. I made your cousin survive." Rosik firmly responds and I shake my head, brushing off any sense of guilt that rises.

This is not my fault, he's just trying to get into my head.

"Besides... Maybe I don't want your forgiveness... Maybe I want you to know who you're dealing with. Who you're going to spend the rest of your life with." Rosik continues and he begins squatting to my level.

I attempt to push myself backwards but Rosik grasps onto my ankle and rubs his thumb across it.

"Maybe I want you to fear me."
Now I'm truly getting scared as both his hands start slowly dragging up my legs.

I'm grateful for the jeans but I still feel virtually naked as his hungry gaze takes in my curves.

"I-I thought you wanted me to love you?" I attempt to say brazenly but it comes out more of a squeak as his hands settle on my hips and he suddenly pulls me so that I'm directly under him.
His legs caging me in either side.

"That won't come easy. I'm not stupid but I do love a challenge. Fear will just have to come first." Rosik whispers by my ear and I whimper as his hair brushes my cheek.

A lone tear breaks free before I have a chance to contain it and as Rosik pulls back my stomach flips as he notices the tear.

"Why are you crying Kitty?"
Rosik continues to lowly hiss and I shudder as he places a kiss on my cheek, where the tear was resting and licks it away.

"P-Please don't do this..." I whisper, my whole body tense but no matter how much I wriggle, my bonds hold tight and even though I'm still in shock over what just happened up top I still curse the girls for tying me up so well.

"Don't do what? Your punishment? Oh Kitty it won't hurt you." Rosik then places a kiss on my lips and deepens it instantly making me gag.

I hate the feel of his coarse lips but nothing can be heard in the hall besides the smacking of our lips and our groans.

"But it has to be done." Rosik finally concludes as he breaks for air and I attempt to regulate my breathing through foggy eyes as I feel Rosik lift my body with him and stand tall once more.

My tears are falling steadily now and I can't see a thing however the sound of a key entering a lock sends me into panic mode.

"No! Don't do this, please! I need more time, you said you'd give me time!"
I wail and I hardly recognise my own voice as my sniffles fill the air.

However my breath is once again taken away as a burst of cold wind rests over my undoubtedly blotched features.

The sudden breeze clears my web of panic and I frantically blink away my tears only to find that we've entered the fire escape.

"Time? What do you mean-?... Oooh!"
I vaguely hear Rosik realise the meaning of my panic but I barely hear him as my senses begin to scream at me.

The bottom of the staircase is grimy, the stairs themselves are black and made of metal.

There is nothing else at the bottom of the staircase except for the door itself, that is if you don't count the body handcuffed to the final railing and slouched to the floor.

I seem to lose all words as I squint at the body in the surprisingly dim space.

Why would Rosik show me another dead body? I wonder as I scrutinise the pale, unmoving form.

Is this his punishment?

Is he hoping to scar me even more than what I already am with even more death?

Because it's working.

"Who was this?" I manage to choke out sadly and Rosik chuckles without any humour.

"He isn't dead. Not yet." Rosik almost sounds disappointed and I crease my eyebrows still in confusion.

What is going on?

Obviously not finding this situation to be as climatic as he wanted Rosik stomps over to the body and still managing to man-handle me he aims a sharp kick into the mans torso, earning a faint groan of pain before he shuffles a few steps back with me, tightening his grip.

"Wakey, Wakey!" Rosik calls out in a singsong voice and I briefly hear the voice gurgle out.

"Fuck you man." Before lifting his mop of dark tangled hair and capturing us both with a weak gaze that quickly sharpens from shock as it lands on me.

"K-Katherine?!"

I freeze.

I literally grow stone cold in Rosiks grasp as I stare at the beaten and bloody form in front of me.

His body which held impressive muscle has already been weakened by lack of care as he can barely manage to sit straight on the bottom step.

His wrist which is cuffed is purple from constant struggle and I see that quite a few of his veins on that hand are throbbing painfully.

His hair is matted and oily, I'm not even sure if I could untangle it if I tried.

"Aren't you going to say hello?"
Rosik taunts and I swallow heavily still gazing at the man as I notice his split lip and blood that has long since dried all over his chin, coating the dark growing stubble in a sickly red.

"Why is he here?" I whisper softly, not being able to glance away from those baby blue eyes.
While he remains transfixed on my own.

"I grabbed him the day I tried to take your youngest cousin. He looked awfully sad walking out of your building so I thought I'd cheer him up a little." Rosik clarifies and I bite my lip to hold back my tears.

I was so focused on saving Flynn that if I had of so much of glanced into the car then I'm sure I would have seen him.

We ended on such bad terms that while I found it odd that he didn't send another protective officer straight away I didn't look into it or grow suspicious.

He's been down here for three days and judging by his appearance he's only been beaten and left here to rot.

"What are you going to do with him?"
I force myself to ask, hating how cliche I sound but the last few hours have stripped back my wit.

"That's up to you Kitty. I could kill him right now for you, or just hurt him instead of your cousin to teach you a lesson. Which one?" I feel fury sharp enough to tear my eyes away from Olivers and I latch them onto Rosik who is smirking smugly down at me.

He attempts to brush a stray strand of hair from my face but I use my bound hands to shove him away.

"Why?! Why do you always hurt others?! Just fucking hurt me, I'm the one 'hurting' you! Stop being a coward." I scream at him and I try to shove him again with my hands but he grabs the rope tightly, forcing me to stay still.

"Ah, but Kitty I know you too well... You care for everyone but yourself and besides I'd rather not ruin a single fiery hair on your head." Rosik purrs and he once again places his filthy lips over mine and slips in his tongue.

I hear the rattling of cuffs and Oliver trying to shout but his energy is sapped and he barely raises his voice.

"So what will it be?" Rosik questions once he removes himself from me and I fight the urge to gag as my cheeks redden from having Oliver witness that.

He's seen it before, Rosik didn't exactly hide his affections the first time he took me but this time it feels different.

I regret my parting words to Oliver I realise and as my eyes return to his I hope he can see the apology shining through.

He's nothing like Rosik, he made bad choices, choices that hurt me more than I can explain but he isn't a bad person.

He's just selfishly in love and everything he has done for me has only proven that.

But in the scheme of the men in my life is that truly so bad compared to what others have done to me?

"Don't kill him... Please." I force myself to keep my voice even but it's barely a whisper.

I notice Oliver tense and I recognise the blank look in his eyes.
He's mentally preparing for the pain.

Rosik places me down gently onto the ground so that my back is leaning against the wall and he places a lingering kiss on my forehead before rising.

"Can I speak to Oliver first? Alone?"
I hesitantly question and I initially believe that my words are ignored as Rosik walks towards Oliver and I tense.

However Rosik walks past him and trudges up the stairwell, he labours up until he is nearly a floor above before settling on the step.

His large trunk legs look silly squashed over the step and he smirks at me as he rests his head in his hands, his arms leaning on his legs.

"Two minutes." He calls down and I swallow heavily, forcing my eyes away from him.

"Oliver I'm sorry..." I begin but Oliver shakes his head and brushes off the apology.

"I deserved that and more. I'm sorry that you have to see me again."
He states blandly and while his body is tense for the beating and his voice is clipped due to our audience I still see a glimmer of affection shining through.

"These aren't ideal situations." I agree and bite back my own affection as I find within myself that as much as I tried to ignore it I did miss his presence.

I'm just not ready to admit that to anyone yet.

"What happened upstairs? Do you know? I heard a stampede of people earlier and tried to call out but was ignored, something big happened though." Oliver weakly queries and my eyes fall to the cement floor as they fill with tears as the morning is flung in my face again.

"I-It was a rebellion." I softly explain hating the images that assault my senses.

"Obviously it didn't work."
Oliver points out as he eyes off the bonds wrapped tightly around me and I shake my head.

"The people involved got what they wanted." I don't go into detail and thankfully Oliver reads my distress and allows the subject to drop.

My eyes glance up to find that Rosik is now texting on his phone but I can tell that he's still listening in intently.

"My partner was killed." I burst out to Oliver and he stiffens further in surprise before softening slightly with sympathy.

I can feel Rosiks eyes boring into my head.

"The world thinks that I'm responsible. I wouldn't be surprised to see my face plastered all over the news by now."
I continue my voice heavy and Olivers eyebrows droop further down.

"You're the front cover of every headline Kitty! I'm practically dating a celebrity." Rosik's gloating voice spirals down and after I fire back an insult I realise that sadly my time is up for now as Rosik heaves himself back onto his feet.

"When you get out, you'll fix everything." Oliver attempts to soothe me but I shake my head.

"I spent so long trying to fix my reputation when I first escaped. There is no going back from this, I've lost my job. There will always be doubt and suspicion around my name, I'm finished either way." My words rush out as Rosik makes his way down the stairs and the bitterness and context of my words shock me.

It's a reality that I wasn't allowing myself to recognise but with Oliver here I feel the urge to be supported, to be told everything will be alright but this is a problem he can't even protect me from.

"You can change your name, start afresh." Oliver attempts to say with a small smile but the movement aggravates a cut on his face and it splits, dripping blood.

"To disappear and choose to lose all contact with my family? To lose what I've just gained? I can't ask my cousin to do the same. She deserves her family, she has suffered enough."

I respond and Oliver opens his mouth, spreading the blood to reply but Rosik finally reaches him.

"See Kitty? Out there you have too many problems. With me life is simple. You get your cousin and I get you." Rosik explains smiling down at me and I fight the urge to shudder as he makes his way back over to me.

"Now I'm not going to hurt you but I do need you to watch this, that's the lesson." Rosik whispers as he reaches me and stretching down he roughly pulls the gag back up and ties it tightly around my firmly pressed lips.

Placing a firm and long lasting kiss on my forehead Rosik then turns and faces Oliver who keeps his eyes firmly on mine which have grown large.

"Don't look at what is mine."
Rosik spits out, his voice suddenly dark and the whole rooms grows heavy as I watch the muscles in Rosiks back tense.

The transformation is startling.
This Jekyll/Hyde combo is starting to really mess with my head.

Oliver to his credit kept his eyes on mine right up until the first punch slammed into his right eye.

Only then did he lose the distraction as pain wrapped around his face.

Reaching into his back jean pocket Rosik pulls out a small key and quickly inserts it into Olivers cuff.

Judging by the shock covering Olivers expression I can tell that this isn't the regular routine of his beatings.

Once the cuffs are off and dropped to the ground Rosik steps back and allows Oliver to stumble to his feet.

It's a sad sight to see as he grits his teeth and grasps the railing so hard that his knuckles turn pure white.

Oliver grasps his right ribcage as he stands to full height and turning his gaze to Rosik they have a silent conversation while I remain frozen on the floor.

Rosik steps gruffly to the side, now allowing Oliver full access to me and he looks taller than ever due to my hunched state.

We both know it's too good to be true as Oliver takes a brave step forward and then slowly another, closer and closer to me.

We both hold our breath and as much of a threat Rosik is we still can't manage to pay him any attention as we grow closer and closer although we can feel his gaze analysing us.

"You really care for her don't you?" Rosik finally utters, breaking the silence just as Oliver stumbles to a stop, barely a step away from my useless body.

I have a strange desire to reach out and grasp onto him but the ropes stop me.

Oliver closes his eyes for a moment, ignoring the flashing warning in my own eyes.

It's a death wish to admit his feelings, he knows this.

"I love her." Oliver whispers and those three words cause all the air to whoosh out of my lungs in one frantic gasp.

Oliver opens his eyes and stares at me once more, his body shaking from the mental and physical exhaustion but my eyes have finally clamped onto Rosik.

Rosik's face is pale but he seems quite collected as he begins walking towards us again, his eyes are squinted as though he's deep in thought and he's nodding to himself as he reaches Oliver in a few quick steps and places his hefty hand on his shoulder.

Now with both the men staring at me I feel my cheeks heat at how pathetic I must look, where is my fiery spirit now?

Rosik demonstrates his strength yet again as he tightens his hold on Olivers shoulder.

Making him pale and cry out before his body is dragged backwards by Rosik and back to the staircase.
I force myself to watch as the reach the bottom step but as they start to climb up I grow more and more worried.

I try to call out, I try to say that it's not safe but I'm sure my words would have remained unheard even without this bloody gag.

Rosik drags the weak Oliver easily past fifteen stairs and then forcing him into a headlock they resume their stare down at me.

I shiver violently and attempt to call out once more but I remain hunched over and too small to make a difference.

"What do you English speakers say?... Oh right. You're head over heels for her then?" Rosik's cutting voice echoes loudly through the space with a rather tasteless British accent and I feel my cheeks grow sticky as tears begin overflowing, sensing the danger like a rabbit.

I've cried more on this ship than I have my whole life I swear.
This is all so degrading.

"Prove it then." Rosik taunts before roughly shoving Olivers pale body face first down the staircase.

My screams barely register as they quickly get caught in the fabric around my lips.

The sounds that follow are hollow, sickening and echoing all around me.

The worst part is that Rosik has a mad gleam in his eyes, the kind that says that he would very much like to see that all again.

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