𝘓𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢.

30.

"Will he? Because I am sure that him watching me fuck his little pet will ruin him way better than a bullet."- he spat, gripping my shoulder, pushing me on my knees. 

I screamed for help, pushing and kicking him until hitting him in his crotch, getting him to fall on the floor. I rushed to the door, knocking on it, pulling the door handle in despair. 

"Help me! Anyone, please!"- I screamed through tears, banding on the door, scratching it like a cat, seeking saving. 

"Nobody is here! No-one will save you!"- spat Mantel, gripping my wrists, pinning them to the door while pushing me on my knees in front of himself. 

"Don't touch me, moron!"- I spoke in terror, helplessly trying to escape from his grasp, but he didn't bulge. 

He is much stronger than I am. 

"Stop creaming or this will get painful."- he sneered, unzipping his trousers, hot tears running down my cheeks. 

"Open your mouth right fucking now."- demanded asshole as I didn't, feeling disgusting and sick to my stomach. 

He kept demanding and trying to open my mouth as I full on didn't let him, tears streaming down my face. 

I opposed and defended myself as much as I could until he slapped me hard, my cheek burning from pain, my lips parting for a brisk second. 

Second that was enough for him to shove his repellent dick in my mouth. I cried, repulsed and disgusted by this and yet he didn't care. He gripped my neck firmly, leaving me helpless with no chance of doing a thing, with no chance of saving myself from his forcing. 

"Fuck, yes."- he groaned, molesting me, his hold of my neck firmer and more painful. 

"Let your boyfriend watch how a real man should treat a woman."- he spat in vexation, slapping my cheek with all his strength. 

My vision grew blurry, strength slowly left my being. Tears like waterfall. My heart bled and my soul burned. 

"You better suck or I swear I will kill him in front of you."- stated in rage Ansel, shoving his sickening dick in my mouth again. 

"You don't want your boy toy to die, do you?"- he said with evil grin, pulling my burning, aching, red cheek painfully.

He used me. This sick monster enjoyed raping me. He left with satisfied, proud look in his ugly, disgusting face. 

I dashed to the bucket that was in the cell-like space and threw up through tears. I have no idea how long I was sick to my stomach, but it didn't seem enough. 

Him.

Anger, rage, wrath, fury - none of that describes the lethal emotions that cloud my senses. My eyes watered as I watched my Luna cry, sick to her stomach. 

"What a fine show it was, wasn't it, Russo?"- mumbled Mantel's minion, entering the room, tossing keys from it to the man behind himself. 

"I will ruin all of you."- I spoke in savage rage, my fists and jaw clenched. 

"Aww, that's cute, I'd love to see you try. Anyway, this was fun, but boss don't need you now, so let's get you moved out of here quickly."- he said amusedly, approaching me, only little did he know that this is the stupidest thing he could possibly do.

He cut the ropes and I didn't waste a goddamn second to pin the fucker to the wall - his head cracked and bleeding, busted lip and bleeding nose. His guard dashed to me and I gripped his collar, pushing him down, kicking him hard in the stomach and crotch, taking keys and gun away. 

Before the two of them could react, I left the cell and locked them there. 

I am incapable of thinking. I am not sane. I am not in my senses. 

All I see is red and I will make every single bastard pay for messing with the love of my life and I. 

I shot one moron after another - killing all of them and I didn't feel any guilt for this. I checked every single room on my way, finding nothing, except useless drugs of all sorts. 

Once I pulled dozenth door handle, it was locked and I didn't dwell before breaking it open. 

"Piccola."- I almost whispered, dashing to her, hugging her like my life depends on it, and she hid in my arms, breaking down in my embrace. 

"Shh, I am here, mia piccola pesca. I am going to get us out of here, I promise, baby."- I soothe her, kissing her forehead gently, both of us shedding tears of so many emotions. 

"I am so sorry, mon amour. I am so, so sorry."- whispered vulnerably Luna, clutching on my shirt. 

"It's okay, ma princesse. You are not to blame, we are alright, I promise you. I still love you with all my heart and even more. You are my world."- I spoke genuinely, laying gentle kiss on the top of her pretty head. 

"I will make him pay, mio piccolo angelo."- I assured her, having billion tortures in mind for that motherfucker. 

She held onto me tightly, slowly regaining her composure, and I picked my senses up, feeling much more sane with her in my arms, safe and sound. 

I didn't manage to keep her secure then, but I sure as hell will now. 

I checked the outside quickly before leading her out, covering her small self with myself, not caring about getting hurt. 

All I want is get her out of this hellhole. 

And it seemed like we made it. 

Like we made it outside together and could make a run for it.

Explosion. 

Loud sirens. Lots of people. Fire. Ambulances. Police.