Rosik did indeed choose to throw Oliver not once, not twice but three times down the staircase.

I had screamed my throat raw, snot and tears mixed into my gag as I realised the severity of the situation.

No beating is kind but I was at least hoping for it to be quick and easy to tend afterwards.

This is killing him.

After the second throw Oliver stopped responding, his eyes glazed over and you'd think that the dead weight was a large enough sign to stop but of course Rosik ignored it.

There is now a deep gash hidden somewhere on Oliver's skull that is gushing blood down the side of his neck, there is splattered blood dripping all down the staircase and the smell causes me to retch.

I'd attempted to stumble to my feet to interfere but a quick threat from Rosik kept my in place for another life threatening throw.

But now the blood is gushing out of his head, I can't witness another murder and I can't lose Oliver now that he's back in my life.
Willingly or not, he and I need each other.

So just as Rosik adjusts Oliver's collar and patronisingly brushes some dirt off of his shoulder I force my body onto its feet, using the wall as leverage to fling my body forward just as Oliver is tossed backwards down the stairs for the third time.

Unfortunately I'm not quick enough to stop him from hitting the first two steps but my energised movement flings me up the stairs at such speeds that my head spins, but that's the least of my worries as Olivers body hurtles towards me.

Rosik swears harshly as I freeze and attempt to catch Olivers body with my bounded hands.
Neither Rosik nor I expecting it to work and I clench my eyes shut as my body is now shoved backwards and the both of us slam into the stairs.

Thankfully I managed to grip onto Oliver's hair and while I'm sure that it would hurt while he was conscious he doesn't react as I force his head against my chest, blocking out the unforgiving cement and protecting his abused skull as much as I can while my body receives the punishment.

I scream out into the gag as my body is abused by each concrete step, my head does take a few hits but it's my back that receives the worst as my spine screams out in agony.

I remain conscious thankfully as we finally collapse on a pile on the ground and although there is a strong buzzing in my ears I still hear Rosiks rapid footsteps hurrying towards us.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Rosik thunders are he reaches us and momentarily his rage overtakes him as he aims a sharp kick into my side, causing another soundless cry to burst from me.

Noticing my look of pain Rosik grits his teeth and gives his head a firm shake.

He doesn't offer an apology, not that I'd accept it anyway and instead grasps another handful of Olivers hair and rips him away from me, ignoring my pitiful attempt to keep him against me.

Rosik drags Oliver back over to the stairs and I force myself back onto my knees, ignoring the burning in my back.
Worried that he'll throw Oliver again but instead Rosik pushes Olivers face onto the bottom step.

Rosik forces Olivers mouth open so that he would be biting the step if he was conscious and I stare in morbid curiosity as Rosik adjusts Olivers unconscious body.

Satisfied with the position Rosik then stands to his full height and rests his foot on the back of Oliver's skull.

My instincts scream at me that a stomp from the angle will without a doubt kill Oliver so stumbling back onto my feet I force myself to fight my other instincts and I stagger towards Rosik, my back bent like a withered elderly citizen.

I whine through the gag and just as Rosik lifts his foot I rest my bound arms on his lower back before softly dropping my head between his shoulders.

Both our bodies are shaking and still as the weight of my actions settle on us although our bodies responses are from very different causes.

Slowly Rosik turns, my eyes following his foot as it eases off of Olivers head and thankfully falls back onto the ground before I focus on the thick arms wrapping around my body.

Rosik holds me tightly against his chest and I make sure to keep my body relaxed as he squeezes me painfully.

I can hear the thudding of his heart which beats strong and fast like his anger and in a last ditch attempt to save Oliver I nuzzle my face into the man I loathes chest.

"Have you learnt your lesson?"
Rosik whispers and I lift my head to stare up at him, his eyes take in my features quietly, I can still see the urge to inflict pain but it's simmering away as he stares at me longer.

Reaching up he softly tugs away the gag and I gasp in response, the cool air cleansing my throat and clearing my head.

"I've learnt more than enough."
I respond, my voice drained as is my body.

This may have begun as a punishment for me but the amount of pain caused exceeded that of a lesson.

Rosik beat up Oliver because he wanted to, because of jealousy he almost killed him.

I refuse to take the blame for that, this was all his doing.

"Will you put some effort into us now?" Rosik questions, lowering his hands to my waist and I bite the inside of my cheek, letting the flare of pain distract me from the feel of his touch.

"I will try and make this equal."
I carefully choose my words.

I'm not exactly lying, I want us on an equal playing field.
No more secret hostages and no more surprises.

I'll continue to keep his love and my hatred for him at an equal pace and I have no choice but to try harder to connect with him if I want to find an opportunity to set both Oliver and Dana free.

"So why don't we start with you actually using my name?" Rosik softly proposes and only now does my body tense and not due to the hands that have managed to slide under my shirt.

I was hoping Rosik hadn't have realised the lack of addressing him, I'd barely noticed myself.

Naturally I'd do anything to avoid saying the name that has brought nothing but pain and I was hoping for him to never comment on it.

"I want you to say it at all the time. I want to hear you say it all kinds of ways." Rosik continues as he notices my frozen state, my cheeks heat uncontrollably and he begins rubbing his thumbs over my ribs.

I nod my head firmly, agreeing and as I half-expected that wasn't enough as Rosik removes one of his paws and uses it to push up my chin so that our eyes are meeting once more.

"Say it." Rosik whispers and I clench my teeth, hating the intimacy and perversion of the situation.

I square my shoulders and reminding myself that this is for Oliver I use my bound hands to pull down Rosiks hand and hold it in my own.

"Rosik." Is all I can choke out, a sentence with that name attached is too much to handle right now.

My eyes grow misty but no tears fall, I have no more to spare.

I make myself stare into his dark eyes, hating the swirl of contentment and lust as he stares down at my lips, savouring the movement of them as I address him.

Rosik leans down and catches my bottom lip between his teeth before sucking lightly.

I scrunch my eyebrows expecting the roughness of his passion but Rosik takes his time with this kiss.
Dragging out the feeling of our lips together as my stomach heaves and my hands tremble.

I clench my eyes tighter as Rosik slowly lifts his hand up my waist and the rigidness of my body begins to cause me pain as he deepens the kiss and places his hand over my breast.

I don't know what to do as he begins touching me, I've never been touched like that before and so all I can do is focus on my breathing and anything other than the situation that I'm in.

Rosik sighs in-between breaths during our make-out session and goosebumps rise over my flesh as he tugs me closer to his body.

I don't know how much farther the situation would have gone but I'm thankful for the groans that suddenly pierce the situation coming from Oliver.

Not wanting to refuel Rosiks jealousy I allow him to be the one to pull away after a few more painstakingly long moments and I swallow bile as he grins down at me triumphantly.
He's so damn proud of himself.

The groaning grows louder and finally we seperate and both face Oliver, Rosik stands behind me, hands on my waist as we take in his condition.

Oliver is crumpled on the floor, his legs are splayed across the ground and even in the dim lighting I can see the discoloured tones beginning to show all over his flesh.

His left arm is bent awkwardly beneath him and I'm struck by the unnatural angle, I'm sure it's broken.

His other arm is trying its best to lift his beaten body off the cold ground and unconsciously I take a step forward to help before I'm tugged roughly backwards.

"Don't move an inch."
Rosik dangerously whispers in my ear and I abide by his command, hating the feel of his heated body tightly against mine.

Finally after lots of struggle and groans growing worryingly louder each passing moment Oliver finally manages to shove himself into a sitting position.

His legs are stretched out in front of him, as expected he is cradling his left arm and as his face lifts my heart breaks at the look of pure pain flashing across his features.

His eyes are wide from the pain and now the entire lower half of his mouth is coated in a thick layer of blood, the gash on his head is now only trickling but as he lifts his neck the slightly congealed blood separates and grows crusty along his neck.

Besides the obvious injuries inflicted on him I try to search deeper, knowing that a fall from any flight of stairs is rarely without consequences.

Thankfully his non-broken arm seems to be responding to his motor neurons and so are his legs which he placed evenly in front of him.

So far there doesn't seem to be any signal neuron damage and for that I'm grateful, that kind of trauma can be irreversible.

Just as I'm beginning to calm my anxious assessment I realise that I didn't study the emotions flittering across his face close enough as his next words cause my heart to drop.

"Ugh... Sorry but who are you two?" His confused tones fill up the space, crowding it entirely so that there is no room for a response.

All I can do is stand there speechless.
Is this another trick?

Rosik remains dominating behind me, obviously not believing this for a second and we continue silently staring down at Oliver.

"I-I fell? Jesus I'm such a clutz."
Oliver breathlessly fills in, realising that we weren't helping while taking in his surroundings his eyebrows creasing.

I feel Rosik take in a deep breath, his chest swelling against my back before he steps around me, blocking my view momentarily of Oliver before I step to the side.

"What's your name?" Rosik gruffly questions and Oliver at first looks offended by the question, finding it degrading but after a quick thought Oliver blanches.

"I-I don't know." He whispers and I slowly raise a hand to cover my mouth in shock.

If this is Oliver acting then I truly haven't understood how good he is at it until now, the bewilderment seems so genuine.

Rosik is checking himself, trying to decide whether to buy into this facade or not and he shuffles from one foot to the other, weighing out his options before a cruel smirk lifts his lips.

"You're my brother, Oliver. It's me, Rosik."  Rosik states powerfully and if my hand wasn't already over my face then the whole room would have heard my gasp.

My wide eyes jump between both the men in panic but neither are paying attention to me as they size each other up.

"Brother? What do you mean?"
Oliver finally pushes out, the false news leaving him speechless for a few beats.

Rosik now deciding to take the plunge takes a few steps forward and eventually helps Oliver to his feet, handling him with so much care that I almost believe the act myself.

"We've been looking for you for hours Oli! You must have fallen down the stairs and hit your head, you're lucky we found you otherwise you could have been in an even worse state."
Rosik slowly replies and I remain frozen in place as Rosik holds Oliver close to his side.

Ignoring the fact that he's the one that left him incapable of walking.

The sudden motion causes Oliver to pale even more and his eyes find mine in a daze.

"Who are you?" Oliver grunts out and my eyes swim suddenly, all I can do is turn my head away.

"She's my girlfriend Oli. We've been dating for years." Rosik rushes to fill in and begins a laboured walk towards the doorway.

Oliver looks me up and down, not in a sleazy way but in a unbelieving state and I notice too late that my bound hands are in plain sight.

"What the hell? Why is she tied up?!" Oliver weakly questions and his eyes dart from my panicked ones to Rosik who is maintaining his charade freakishly well.

"My girlfriend isn't the vanilla type. We heard banging on the staircase and ran to investigate, you're lucky we have our clothes on."

Rosik is fucking loving this right now.

My cheeks grow bright red as they shuffle past me and Olivers cheeks are quite flushed himself.

"Let's get you settled on the couch." Rosik softly explains and a quick glance at me directs me to open the door for the both of them, it's a struggle with bound hands but I manage and step to the side.

"Thanks?..." Oliver whispers as both men squeeze their way through the small door and I can't even manage a small smile.

"It's Katie." I whisper, my voice cracked and I desperately search his eyes for a glimmer of the real Oliver, a sense of knowing but his gaze remains blank.

"Thanks Katie." He repeats and I nod before trailing behind them and into the lounge.

Oliver is settled comfortably on the couch and I cringe as his blood stains the furniture.
Clashing with the room greatly and reminding me the fine line we are walking.

Rosik can still decide to end this.
The moment he stops enjoying himself is the moment I need to worry.

"What is this place?" Oliver questions and Rosik sits beside him, pushing a few pillows behind the weakened body to help support Oliver.

"A cruise, we're all on holiday together but after that fall I don't think you'll be able to leave our floor for the rest of the trip." Rosik responds managing to sound sympathetic and I turn my face away, disgust and anger clouding my features.

Noticing my sudden movement Rosik glances up at me, practically swelling with fucking pride.

"Kitty, do you mind stepping out for a little while. My brother and I have some catching up to do." Rosik calls out and I glance down at the ropes covering my wrists.

Rosik chuckles half-heartedly and hitting his head in a 'duh' motion he briskly walks over to me and begins gently unwrapping the thick rope.

"He needs to have his injuries cared for Rosik." I sternly state, my voice shaking with anger and Rosik slides a finger under my chin, lifting my blazing face and he kisses me on the cheek.

"Later. Don't you want to go find your cousin? You haven't seen her in hours." Rosik goads and I glare at him hotly.

How dare he bring up Dana, my urge to be with her is always prominent but right now Oliver is at higher risk.

"What are you going to do?" I grit out and my hands fall flat to my sides as the rope unfurls and I clench my teeth as blood rushes to my hands, I don't want to view the marks just yet so I keep my eyes pinned on Rosiks.

"I'm deciding whether he's telling the truth. If he isn't then he'll be dead by the time you get back so no need to worry. You lurking and caring is only making my doubt grow so I suggest you run along." Rosik softly murmurs and I bite my lip anxiously.

Glancing over at Oliver I find him assessing his wounds with a frown and deciding that he isn't going to pass out again anytime soon I decide to take the risk and leave the room.

I don't say any parting words or leave any lingering glances.

Sighing I spin on my heel and storm out the room, ensuring to slam the door behind me for good measure.

I only remain there for a moment, stance firm and fists clenched before I decide that lurking will only grow my anxiety.

I'm guessing the time is steadily entering the afternoon, this day has been filled with so many twists and turns that finally now that I have a moment to myself I find myself utterly exhausted.

My body begins shaking as memories start to resurface and my mind struggles to comprehend what I've been through in just a few hours.

Stumbling into Dana's room I find that her bathroom door is still tightly shut.

I should go and investigate, I should assure her that it's fine and most importantly I should discuss her treatment here on the ship but my eyes are already closing without my consent.

I make my way over to Dana's bed in a daze and without saying a word I sluggishly pull my body onto her bed and pass out in comfort.

I know it's wrong and I know that I should be high-strung but my body is leaving me no choice but to rest as my breathing deepens and the world blinks out of sight.

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Oliver's POV.

The man standing across from me, my brother is an extremely burly man.

I may not know who I am but I subconsciously know what I look like.
His dark features and large build are nothing like my own.

Staring hard at this stranger I feel uncomfortable but I try to breathe through my nerves, it's the overall situation making me feel this way, not my own brother surely.

I glance around the lounge, finding it a little cold but overall pleasant and I notice the books along the wall in a language I don't know.

"How many languages do you speak?"
I ask, desperately wanting to distract myself from the burning pain spreading through seemingly every fibre of my body.

I want to ask for a doctor but I feel awkward around my brother.
Perhaps if that girl, Katie came back then I could ask her.

"I speak English and Russian, so do you. But your mind mustn't remember that just yet Oli." Rosik explains softly and I lock eyes with him, finding his gaze intense.

I can see the concern blazing in his gaze and I swallow deeply, I owe this man a chance. I think to myself, I'm sure my memory will mend and then we will go back to however we were before but right now I at least owe him my trust.

"Let's get you cleaned up first and then we'll talk some more." Rosik offers after a few more moments and I nod my head heavily.

Obviously sensing my sudden tiredness Rosik starts to shift and forcing me to my feet he keeps me steady and leads me out the room.

I find myself looking out for his girlfriend, something about her putting me at ease.

But she is no where to be seen as we hurry down the hallway and enter what I presume to be his room.

"The bathroom is through there. I'll be in here with some clothes when you're ready." My brother kindly offers and in return I smile in gratefulness as he helps me settle on the closed toilet seat.

It's not until he closes the door behind him that my smile drops and I stare hard at the man staring at me in the mirror.

His face nearly as unrecognisable as his past.

Who am I?

And with that thought I'm not ashamed in the slightest as fear overtakes my senses and my face falls into my hand, tears sliding through my fingers.

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Howdy all!
I haven't been feeling like myself this week so I'm not entirely proud of this chapter.

But wow Rosik really is desperate for a family isn't he?
Snatching anyone he can!

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