Alarming gif yes, but necessary. Don't kill me😬

I feel like most of the people who're up-to-date didn't really know I had updated like almost a week ago. Oh whale.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

Movie 🎥 Palmdale (2014)

~T

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S C A R L E T T 💣

My wrists ached terribly from the tightly bound shackles that held me up. The chains were attached to the ceiling, holding my arms above my head, only allowing the tips of my toes to brush the floor. My eyes were constantly tearing up at the thoughts of what Andrei was going to do to me now that I was tightly bound with no ideas of escape in mind.

He had forced me to strip down to just my underwear, his following eyes making me feel extremely violated and he watched me undress. Now my terrified wide eyes followed him as he paced in front of me, a million ideas running through his mind.

"You know," he broke the tense silence all of a sudden, his multi-colored eyes meeting mine. "Kiera used to be my lover before she left to spy on The Organization. I protested greatly, but Cruz was a bitch so none of us had a say in the matter," he told me, clutching his brown leather horsewhip behind his back. The sight of it made me gulp nervously.

"This was after I had escaped by the way, I was recruited by Black Arrow permanently. Anyways, obviously she had to pretend to be one of the 'newbies' and oh what a coincidence! Russell just happened to be her mentor!" he spat out sarcastically, his colorful eyes narrowing in anger. He stopped right in front of me.

"I'm sure you know how the rest of the story goes, he was charming, but she resisted. Although, eventually she fell in love, even though she hates to admit it, she fucking did," he sang lightly in a mocking tone, using his horsewhip to trace a line on the bare skin of my stomach.

"I had my suspicions all along. Russell was always the better one out of us, the nicer one, the wiser one, the more honorable one. The more attractive, and respectable one. I knew she was falling for him, but what I fucking hated was that she acted like she wasn't. She was falling for him but she never realized it," he spoke, his tone going more agitated as the tip of the whip trailed lower and lower until it ended up on my crotch.

His gaze rose up to meet mine all of a sudden, a devilish smirk crawling onto his thin lips as he took a step forwards, face inches away from mine. I swallowed thickly as I tried my hardest not to tremble under his gaze. But I couldn't. I was terrified. I would've preferred torture over rape any day, anyone would.

A gasp left my lips when he grasped my hips all of a sudden, pressing our torsos together. A tear rolled down my cheek when his cold hands glided up my thighs, grasping them firmly before lifting them up to his hips. The feeling of his clothed crotch pressed against mine cause my whole body to stiffen in fear.

"Don't, please," I whimpered, twisting my head away with my eyes screwed shut as I felt his breath on my cheek.

"You look so much like her it's uncanny," he whispered slowly, his cold hands trailing over my half-bare body.

One of them stayed planted under my bum to hold me up, while the other dragged across my spine, causing shivers to run down it.

"Same long brunette hair," he continued, sounding almost in awe as his chilly fingers slid into my tangled locks. Suddenly he gripped them tightly, tugging my head sharply to face him. "Look at me," he commanded brusquely, causing me to gulp. I didn't want to disobey him because I didn't want to get myself into more trouble than I already was. I opened my eyes, locking gazes with his hooded ones.

"The same beautiful innocent brown eyes, just like your mother's," his lips curled into a strange eerie smile, but it soon vanished when he gazed deeper into my eyes. "Wait, no," he said with a frown, cocking his head to the side as he examined my eyes. "You've got your father's eyes," he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"But everything else," he continued again, gripping my chin firmly all of a sudden. "Is pretty much the same, but better" he grinned toothily, his hand trailing down from my chin through the valley of my breasts.

"My my," he chuckled, his gaze trained on my breasts, before flickering up to meet mine. "You're quite a grown woman aren't you, unlike your mother, fairly flat chested she was," he kept on chuckling, his finger tracing the outline of my bra cup.

I struggled all of a sudden, having enough of this as I loosened my legs around his waist and forced a knee against his chest. His eyes widened in surprise, stumbling back slightly, trying to get ahold of me. My leg darted out to strike his crotch, but he caught my ankle unfortunately, tightening his grip on it as he narrowed his eyes in anger.

"Now now, Scarlett. Behave," he ordered in a stern voice, his eyes holding a deathly warning glare.

Instead, I spat at him. He let out a sudden shout of disgust, looking utterly pissed as his gaze snapped to mine, filled with rage and irritation. My breath got caught in my throat when he moved around my body, his fingers suddenly gripping the waistband of my panties and tugging them to my knees. He then swung his horsewhip powerfully at my ass, striking it with a loud clap. A sharp cry of pain flew out of my parted lips, my fingers gripping the chains over the shackles as he swung it again, and again, and again.

After about ten strikes, he stopped, a breath of relief leaving my lips at that, before my body tensed up knowing that he wasn't done yet. My panties were still hanging around my knees as he walked around my again, coming face to face. My face paled when he started unbuckling his belt, keeping his intense gaze locked with mine. That was when the desperate pleas left my lips.

My eyes flew shut when he released his member from its restraints, tears already streaming down my cheeks when he grabbed my thighs again and spread them apart. I was bare to him now, the thought of rape seeming more and more terrifying as it came closer to becoming reality. He wrapped my legs around his waist loosely, commanding me to open my eyes. But I kept them closed, crying harder at the feeling of his already erect dick sitting against my bare stomach.

"No, please Andrei!" I begged, when I felt him grab my clothed breast.

I peeked a little, refusing to look down as I watched him in horror, using a knife to cut my bra straps. Words of mercy were now flooding from my mouth, my brain having no control over my words as more and more pleas tumbled out, accompanied with endless tears. I was too busy crying to notice the fact that he had stopped his movements and was just watching now.

A sharp gasp left my lips when I felt his knife cut into the swell of my breast, a couple of inches away from my nipple. My eyes suddenly locked gazes with him, realizing that he had cut me in order to get me to look at him. My lips parted in surprise when I read the emotion in his eyes: empathy. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to rape me.

"Please," I uttered softly, sniffling with a couple of tears slipping from my terrified wide eyes.

He continued to stare, his expression remaining stoic and emotionless as he contemplated on what to do. A flicker of emotion crossed his features before he let out a harsh sigh, throwing his knife to the floor. He pushed my thighs off him, pulling his pants up and re-buckling his belt. I couldn't help but feel relief flood through me when he pulled my panties up my thighs. The reason he stopped was beyond me, but right now I was just so utterly happy that I wasn't going to get raped tonight.

The relief that was flooding me increased when he released my wrists from the tightly bound shackles. I fell to the floor immediately, my knees buckling as I wrapped my arms around my bare bust, hair falling over my face.

He disappeared for a moment, moving to another side of the room where he threw open a drawer of a humongous dresser in the corner of the room. He came back with a few articles of clothes in his hands, his actions baffling me as he set the clothes down. I gazed up at him with curiosity, fear still somewhat evident in my eyes as he averted his gaze.

"Here are some clothes. Get dressed. I'll take you back to the cell," he told me, his voice softer than normal, but it still had a hint of firmness in it.

I simply nodded quickly; taking a look at the clothes he had brought me. There was a maroon colored bra, which I quickly tugged on when he was not looking and moved on to pulling on the pair of joggers and white t-shirt that was there. After getting dressed, I quickly headed over to Andrei who grabbed my wrist abruptly and tugged me out of the room.

His intense grip never loosened until he had to unlock the cell door and literally shove me through it, causing me to stumble lightly but still manage to balance myself. I glanced back at him, somehow managing to utter a quiet 'thank you' for showing some form of mercy after all. He said nothing, and just slammed the door shut.

"Scarlett!" Niall called out, trying to get to his feet, but falling back down due to his injured leg.

"Niall don't move," I said quickly, heading over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. He gazed at me with worried eyes, hand grasping my bicep anxiously as he studied me.

"Did he touch you?" he asked me in a hushed voice, his expression uneasy.

"Not really," I managed to say. "He didn't rape me, Niall," I told him instead, causing his pale blue eyes to widen a little with relief. "He was going to but he stopped himself," I muttered, causing a frown to etch upon his face.

"Really? I wonder why," Niall frowned in thought.

"Me too."

"Whatever, as long as you're okay," he whispered pulling me into a tight embrace.

My face formed a troubled expression, feeling the unnatural heat of Niall's body overcome mine. He was burning up.

"Niall," I murmured, pulling away to examine his face carefully.

He was sickly pale, dark heavy bags hung under his washed-out blue eyes, and his lips were dry and chapped. His skin had a thin sheet of sweat covering it; his breath quivered in short, quick gasps every time he inhaled. He curled his hot fingers into my hand, his forehead dropping to my shoulder in exhaustion as squeezed his eyes shut.

"I-I think I've got a-a fever," he spoke wearily, before his eyes flickered to his wound and back to mine quickly.

I gazed at him suspiciously, before I let go of his hand and moved to untie the piece of cloth I had tied around his thigh. My breath got hitched in my throat at the sight of swollen red skin of it surrounding the pus oozing out of the injury. The sight made me sick to my stomach as I pulled the dirty cloth away, allowing the wound to breathe.

"They have to do something," I muttered.

"It's t-too infected. They'll chop my leg off," Niall huffed in exhaustion, his eyes drooping as he laid his head back against the wall.

"At least you'll survive that way!" I exclaimed. "This infection could kill you Niall," I exclaimed, causing him to shrug.

I huffed angrily, standing up to my feet before running to the cell door. I started banging my fists against it, yelling for someone to help Niall. But there was no one at sight. I paused for a second to let out a frustrated groan, leaning my head against the metal door. I glanced back at Niall, grimacing at how sickly he looked. He needed serious help. Suddenly, my ears detected faint footsteps in the distance. There was loud laughter and rough voices speaking as the two men neared my cell.

"Hey! Open up the door!" I yelled, banging my fists. They stopped, grins coming onto their face as they stared at me through the rectangular slot of bars I pressed my face against.

"Are you stupid or something? We ain't opening the doors," the taller one chuckled loudly, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Niall is fucking dying. He's got an infection-"

"Do we look like we actually give a shit?" the shorter more burly man spoke gruffly, raising his wonky eyebrows at me.

"Andrei would give a shit. Niall is the key to God's Eye, and if he dies, God's Eye is useless. Now open the fucking door!" I slammed my fists against the door again, ignoring the pain as I waited for a response.

"Outta the way bitch," the short one commanded me; finally making the right decision as I stepped back, and he unlocked the door.

The shorter man watched me as the tall athletically built one approached Niall. Niall could barely speak or move when the man slung his arms under his knees and around his waist, lifting Niall up. Niall let out a short cry of pain when his wounded leg jolted, causing me to snap at the man to be careful. The tall man carried Niall out of the cell; I started to follow, only to be shoved back into the cell by the short man.

"You're not dying too are you?" he asked me sarcastically, knowing well that Andrei didn't injure me to a point I was desperately in need of medical attention.

He let out a scoff before slamming the door shut. I swallowed thickly, getting back up to my feet before trudging over to the corner of the room near the window. All I could see was the bright full moon. I had no idea of where I was, as soon as we left The Organization we got onto a plane for about an hour or so. Niall and I were then blindfolded and thrown into the back of van and we were driven off to some other unknown location.

I leant my head against the wall as I felt a hundred thoughts run through my head. I was feeling a bit relieved, now that Niall was getting the medical attention he so desperately needed. That meant he was going to be okay. I sighed as I felt my thoughts drift off to Harry. Oh Harry. Ever since I got locked in this cell, all I could think of was what to say to Harry once we become reunited again.

I would apologize profusely for the way I had behaved. Most of all I would reassure him that I still do love him, in more ways than one. I only had two days left in this hell, I was still going strong, at least in my opinion. What happened with Andrei tonight was slightly strange. The reasons for him to not continue with raping me was unknown to me, were my pleas that desperate he changed his mind? He was more empathetic than I thought he'd be, which was barely empathetic. I could survive the torture, but if he had raped me I'd probably be scarred for life, who wouldn't? Rape was horrific.

Pushing the depressing thoughts of rape out of my head, I forced myself to sleep. I replayed all my favorite memories with Harry, something I did during these rough times when I didn't have him with me. God I missed him. I just hope he wasn't freaking out as much back at The Organization. But he probably was. Valkyrie was in a tough situation at the moment. They simply could not hand over God's Eye. But would they reject Andrei's deal just because they can afford to lose me? Andrei was only striking the deal for fun. He wanted nothing to do with Cruz and God's Eye. He could easily abduct me and take me to some foreign country and hide, giving no shits about Cruz and Ford and all this bullshit.

But like I said before, he's doing this for fun. He loves torturing people. He loves torturing me, and putting Valkyrie under pressure. But I knew Harry wouldn't just let them reject this deal with Andrei just because they can afford to lose me. The Organization needs Niall anyways, so obviously they'll be coming for us in a matter of two days. I just hope they've devised a good enough plan to get Niall and I back without any serious casualties.

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Andrei does have a heart after all! Lol sorry for the 50 shades of Grey gif, that was where I got the idea of the shackles from lmao😅

If I finish this book in the next three or four weeks, I won't be putting up the sequel until the summer which is like June because I've got hella important exams coming up and I won't be able to start the sequel :(((((

So apologies in advance for the long wait😅

What do you guys think of Andrei's backstory? Any questions about him? ☺️

Also,

Why do you think he stopped himself from raping Scarlett? Comment ☺️

Until we meet again...

~T