12 - I won't let you hear me cry

Hi! Now we're back to Saturday ;) Meaning, the day after Adrena met Dimitri for the first time, at the nightclub.

Hoping it's not too confusing!

Enjoy <3< p>

TW: there's some unsettling scenes in this chapter, that includes r*pe, so read on your own risk :)

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**Adrena's point of view** 

''Captured - by Adrena Calero

I've been in chains all my life. I've been locked inside my inner prison, unable to escape its vicious claws. An insecurity so consuming, that even the most thoughtless comment you could give me, would haunt me for years. And i've tried to escape it, more times than people would have the patience to worry about it.

When i feel jealousy or envy, i remind myself of my own values. Of my own pride, beauty and worth. But just like a prison guard wouldn't settle for a prisoners gentle suggestion to escape, my mind won't let me escape the insecure blood that flows so freely in my veins. I am captured, and i will be in chains for the rest of my life.''

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I was being pulled out of the car, but I couldn't feel the hands that held a firm grip on my arms. I was unable to feel anything, other than my heart that was beating insanely fast inside my chest. Outside, I spotted Dimitri standing with his arms crossed, with a unsettling satisfied look on his face. He looked like he had been in a fight.

His eye were terribly bruised and he had a huge wound above it, that was covered with a big white bandage. Behind him, a huge mansion stood tall, with beige colored bricks. There were huge windows with red curtains and two big red flags, hanging from each side of the front door. Today was windy, so the flags were dancing with the wind.

I tried to speak, but the only thing that escaped my lips was muttered noises, that sounded like a tormented animal. Ricky stood behind me, and had one hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to his, and whispered; ''please help me, don't leave me here.'' His response was to push me forward, as if he was throwing a piece of meat into the tigers cage.

''I am so glad you're here, princess Adrena!'' Dimitri shouted. My body was trembling, and my legs were about to collapse. He walked towards me, with an insane smile on his face. His arms were stretched out wide, and he acted like he was about to welcome an old friend. But it was nothing like that.

The first time I met Dimitri, only yesterday, he drugged me and tried to r*pe me. I thought I was safe. I was so dumb, that I trusted the man who's lips were on mine, only two hours ago. Was Lorenzo and Dimitri working together? Is this their sick version of a joke between friends? Was I about to be sold into human trafficking?

I had so many question, but every single one of them made me feel like throwing up. I had to find a way out, I had to fight.

''Why am I here, Dimitri?'' I asked him, as he was now only a few inches away from me. The wind was catching on, so I crossed my arms and pulled Lorenzo's hoodie that I was wearing, closer to my body.

''Didn't Lorenzo tell you princess?'' he hesitated for a second, while biting his lower lip. ''I just couldn't stand the thought that last night would be the last time I'd see you. We have so much more to talk about!''

I felt a kick in my gut, by the sound of his words. I couldn't really believe that this was actually happening, it felt like a bad fever dream. I had to play along. I had to act like I wanted to be there, it was my only way out.

''Well, then let's talk. We can go for a walk? The weather is so nice, it would be a shame not to enjoy It, don't you think?'' I asked, with the most confident voice I could pull. My unsteady legs that were shaking gave me away, and the last thing that should happen was, for him to see my fear.

''No, too windy. We can talk – or whatever we like – inside my house. Come –'' He grabbed my arm, but gasped by his own movements. I could tell, that it hurt him. The second his skin touched mine, all sensations returned to my body.

To say that I was about to faint from anxiety, would be an understatement. He dragged me towards the mansion, and I managed to look back, and saw Ricky going back inside the car. As he drove away, the last piece of hope inside me vanished.

''Lets' go! We can't have anyone seeing you like this, you look terrified princess.'' He halted as he walked, and as we reached his front door, he turned around and faced me. ''We are gonna have such a nice time, you and i!'' He opened the door, walked inside and pulled me in with him. He locked it with an old key, and put it in his jeans pocket.

''Here we are – this is my home. You like it?'' he asked, while he ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. I felt the tears building up in my eyes, and my heavy breathing that I tried so desperately to hide.

''I haven't seen it yet. You can show me around? '' I replied with a fake smile. Maybe there was something in his house, that I could use as a weapon, or a phone that I could steal while he wasn't looking. I was clenching on to even the dumbest ideas, just to survive.

''Good idea, princess! I've spent all morning so excited for you to arrive. I must call Lorenzo later to thank him.'' His smile almost made me gag. We walked towards the living room. I kept my hands behind my back, to try and look casual. He walked beside me, and I suddenly felt his hand grabbing my ass. He squeezed it, and led out a small grunt.

His living room was decorated exactly how I imagined traditional old Russians homes to be like. It had wooden floors, a huge red carpet that covered most of it and red curtains that were covering the entire windows. There were paintings hanging on the walls, of men who sat in uniforms with proud smiles on their faces.

I figured that they were men from his family through generations. Dimitri caught me staring at the paintings. ''You like them? Yeah, it's the men from my family. Very strong Russian men. Soon my painting will be there too, when I get a son.'' The thought of Dimitri having kids scared me more than the thought of his picture hanging on a wall.

''PETRA?'' he suddenly yelled. Seconds later, I could hear noises coming from his kitchen. A tall woman with masculine features walked out, holding a cloth in her hand. She was wearing a black dress, that stopped at her knees and a red apron.

She was huge – not overweight exactly – but huge. She had man-sized hands and strong legs, and seemed like the type of woman who spent a lot of time in the gym.

''Yes, Dimitri?'' she asked with an irritated look on her face. She looked at me, and let out a small hiss. ''Who's this?''

''This is my girlfriend, Adrena. I need you to show her the way to her room, I have some work to do.''

She rolled her eyes, and walked towards me in a determined speed. She almost scared me more than Dimitri, her appearance was terrifying. The floor underneath us was shaking as she walked, and the glasses that stood in the tall cabinet beside me clinked.

The tall woman grabbed my arm hard, and told me to follow her. I looked back at Dimitri, who was already busy with a phone call.

''Mr. Dimitri wanted you to have own room. There's bed and clothes for you, and little bathroom.'' She said as we walked through the hallway. She had a thick Russian accent.

''That's… nice..'' I muttered, as I was out of breath. We walked down some stairs, which led us to a basement. It was dark, smelly and enclosed. It reminded me of the basement at Foodies, where me and Naomi stole liquor only yesterday.

She took out a key, and unlocked a door that waited for us at the end of the basement. I noticed that the lock was outside the door, and not on the inside. She opened it, and pushed me inside.

''Petra, please! Please help me get out, i-''

She smacked the door shut. I could hear the door being locked from outside. I was alone. My ''room'' consisted of an old bed, a small wardrobe and an even smaller bathroom, that stood next to the bed. The shower and toilet stood alone, everything was in one room.

The floor was grey, made out of stone and I could only guess how cold was, if I didn't have my shoes on. The whole ambience screamed concrete and depression. I could feel my anxiety kick in once again, and now that I was finally alone, I could let it out.

I sank to the floor and smashed my knees on the stone-hard floor. I pulled the hood from Lorenzo's hoodie over my head and hid my face in my thighs. Even though the room was likely sound proof, I didn't want anyone to hear my cries. The last thing I wanted, was to give Dimitri the pleasure of my exposed weakness.

I spent a few minutes on the floor, as I tried to gain some strength to go further. I had to see if there was any objects in the room that I could use as a weapon. I got up, and began searching. The first drawer in the wardrobe contained old clothes.

The next was empty, but the last drawer contained something else. Something that made me gasp loudly, out of disgust. It was filled to the brim with naughty lingerie, both bras and panties, but also body stockings. I also found scented lubes, handcuffs and whips. I noticed a note sticking out from one of the bras.

''I like the red one.''

I threw the note away and ran towards the toilet. I threw up, and cried while my head was still in the toilet. I knew it would only be a matter of hours before Dimitri would show up, and do - god knows what - with my body. With a towel that hang beside the toilet, I dried off my lips, and got back up. I had an idea.

He didn't think this through – I now had a weapon that I could use against him. I took out the whip, and hid it under my mattress. It felt like a small victory, and a little piece of hope went through me. Now all I could do was to wait for him to show up, and then I would be prepared.

Hours went by, and I sat by the end of the bed waiting, like a worried mother would wait for her drunk teenager to arrive home after curfew. It never occurred to me how fast time goes by, when you have a mission. I had no watch nor my phone, so I didn't know what time it was.

There wasn't any windows in the room either, the only light came from an old lightbulb that was flickering in the ceiling. I spent the hours I was waiting, thinking about my childhood. How it never really affected me, that my mother had passed, only a year or so ago. That I never thought about contacting my father, who I think lives in Chicago. Maybe he was clean? Maybe he was spending his time waiting for me to find him?

I promised myself then and there, that when I get out of this, then I will go to Chicago and find him. I had to find some motivation, some futuristic plan to help me get out. If the God I read about in the bible as a kid needed a promise in order to rescue me, then here it is.

I promise, that I will find my father, be a good person and live the best life that I can.

I found it silly that I was sitting here, in an strange bed praying, with my eyes closed and hands folded. If things were different, I probably would have laughed at myself, and shook my head.

Suddenly, a sound interrupted my pathetic attempt to pray. Someone was definitely walking down the stairs, into the basement. I gasped, and quickly took out the whip that was hidden underneath the maddress. I could hear keys rattling, and saw the door being opened.

Dimitri was now standing right in front of me, with the scariest smile i have ever seen. His pupils were widened, and his hands were all shaky. I quickly hid the whip in my hand behind my back, just like i did with Lorenzo's gun, only a few hours ago.

''I hope you didn't wait too long for me, princess. I had some work to do.'' He came closer, while he stuck one hand inside his jeans pocket.

I couldn't show him just how terrified i was, i had to go back into acting.

''No worries, i... took a nap. Busy day as a headhunter?''

He led out an evil laugh and played with his short, blonde beard. ''Now that you are my girlfriend, i won't keep any lies from you anymore, princess. I am not a headhunter. Or, i mean, i do hunt heads every now and then, but my real job is in the russian mafia. I'm destined to become the leader, when my uncle Ivan steps down.''

The word 'girlfriend' that escaped from his mouth, made me feel like throwing up again. He was a seriously disturbed human being, and i could only imagine what that would meant for me.

''That's great? Congratulations... Can i ask why you look like that?'' i asked, as i pointed at his face. His facial expression changed, and he now looked serious and rather upset.

''It's a work thing. But the man who did it, will get what he deserves! He did get a sneak peak last night, though. He tried to kill me, and then his little friend killed my friend Igor. We paid them back, when my uncle Ivan shot his uncle.''

He paused to catch his breath. I noticed that he was clenching his fists as he spoke. ''Speaking of a bad day, what do you say about helping me making it better?'' he asked.

He was now only a few inches away from me, and started to unbutton his shirt. It revealed an enormous bruise all across his stomach, and some wounds too that were hidden with big bandages on top.

''Wait!'' i shouted. ''Aren't you sad about your friends passing? Shouldn't we spent some time talking about that instead of.. this?'' I tried to sound as firm as possible, and gave him the best smile i could, besides the fact that i was two seconds away from screaming.

He's in the mafia. Right now i am being held captured in a basement, by someone from the fucking russian mafia! My heart was pumping faster and faster, and i felt like i was about to faint. I tightened the grip around the whip.

My attempt to keep him distant didn't work either. He licked his lips and whispered: ''I don't like to talk, i like to fuck. So get on your knees!'' He grabbed my hair and dragged my head towards the bulge in his jeans. He unzipped them, with one hand, while his other hand was still holding on to my hair.

''Please Dimitri, please don't.'' i cried. He let go of my hair, and i flew back so i hit my head on the side of the bed. I felt relieved, that he listened.

'' What's that?'' he asked with suspicion. I turned my head to see what he was pointing at, and saw the whip that was laying on the bed. I closed my eyes, and felt a tear rolling down my chin.

He grabbed it, and played with it for a few seconds, before he smacked the end of the whip hard, down onto the floor.

''So you like it like that, huh?'' he belted, before he grabbed my neck and dragged me on top of the bed. With force, he turned me so i was laying on my stomach. He pulled up my hoodie, and used his tongue to lick my back. I was crying into the pillow, unable to stop. As a response to my cries, he whipped me several times with the whip.

I screamed in agony, but he didn't seem to care. I've never felt a bigger pain, it felt like a thousand knives that were on fire, was stabbing my skin.

''You thought you could outsmart me, huh? No one fucks with me, princess. This way, you'll learn not to be this stupid,'' he said, as he continued whipping me.

Suddenly he stopped, which only made the pain worse. It felt like my back was on fire, and my back muscles was swelling up so fast, that it felt like my skin would break in half.

''Wait here,'' he said, as he left the room. I heard him lock the door from outside.

I couldn't move. I could feel warm liquid running down my sides - i was bleeding. There was no point in hiding my fear or cries anymore, it was already too late. So i led it all out, and screamed as loud as i could. I didn't give a damn anymore.

Suddenly, something louder than my screams made me stop. It sounded like fireworks from outside, but it kept going. Only seconds later did I realize, that it might not be fireworks. It was bullets from a gun, that blasted through the air.

I pulled myself up with all the strength i had left, and screamed in pain as i got up. I crawled underneath the bed, with my head facing the door. My back was in so much pain, that i was about to faint.

At least six shots were fired before everything was silent again. The silence had never felt more loud, and every little sound would make my skin crawl.

What's that?

I could hear footsteps outside the room where I was currently taking shelter under a bed. Someone was walking down the stairs, and was now walking towards the door.

Please God, please. I want to live.

Keys rattled outside. The doorknob turned.

A pair of legs, in black trousers stood right across from me, but I couldn't see who it was.

But the scent was familiar.

Pinewood.