And these men just backed up my reasons why, as they smirk callously.

Alexander starts speaking to them in Russian, but I silently translated each word he said, as fear overcame me.

"I'm glad all you gentlemen could make it" he starts, raising a glass of champagne.

"I'm sure many of you have previously seen my beautiful wife, and your queen. But I don't think many of you understand how dear she is to me" he continues, and I feel my hands become sweaty as I grip onto the side of my dress.

His arm around my waist becomes tighter, as he pulls me against him and kisses the side of my head.

I feel disgusted.

I look down, avoiding the eyes of everyone present in this room.

"Which is why I have decided to show everyone tonight...just how much she belongs to me" he finishes with a devilish smile.

No no no.

My eyes squeeze shut, and I feel the pounding of my heart as realisation takes over me.

Please. Please don't.

I feel him guide me to the table in the middle of this hell.

I don't dare to open my eyes.

"Open your eyes, kotyonok" I hear him whisper in my ear.

I can't, I can't open my eyes. I don't want to face this reality.

I want to go back to my childhood, I want to wake up in my dad's arms saying this is a nightmare. That I'm okay. Nothing is going to happen.

A harsh slap against my cheek is enough for me to snap my eyes open.

My head turns and my eyes connect with one of his familiar associates. Felix Robert.

I watch as he smirks, raises his glass and then sips on it. He even winks, just adding to my torture.

Alexander's fingers grip onto my jaw as he turns my face so we were looking at each other.

"Please. Please don't" I whisper.

Stay away from me.

He grins, and pushes me so that my back was laying flat onto the table, in the centre of everyone's attention.

I don't dare to look at any of them, as I hear whispers of excitement in the background.

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