~2~(unedited)

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Primarosa Dozorov's P.O.V


Alek looked at me for a moment before reaching out to shake my hand.

His hand felt rough, and was huge compared to mine. He smiled and I noticed he watched me leave from the corner of my eye.

I left and came to a halt in my steps when my cousin, Sia stood in front of me.

She had tears running down her cheek and her chocolate brown hair was in messy bun. Black bags were clear in her face.

She had a simple over-sized denim hoodie and black baggy sweatpants on.

"Sia?" I called out and approached her. "What happened, Sia?" I inquired and took her in my arms.

"Me and Ian had a fight." She mumbled into my shoulder as she held me tight.

"H-he hit m-me." She stuttered. I froze at her words.

"That motherfucker will pay." I declared and looked around. "Where are Tiler and Pulina?" I asked, surprised her children weren't here.

"He refused to let me take them, when I said I will leave." She told me and pulled away.

"Primarosa?" I heard a male voice call out. I turned towards the source and Alek stood there looking emotionless.

He approached us and stood about a foot away. "Is she alright? She looks sick." He confessed.

"Are you a doctor?" I asked and waited for his answer. "No, not exactly. My father is a doctor and he taught me almost everything he knew in hopes I would grow up to be one." He confessed.

"I can tell she looks stressed. Her skin is pale, is her temperature high?" He asked.

Sia nodded and leaned onto me for support. "Sia? Are you ok?" I inquired.

Then suddenly she collapsed on me.

The sudden weight that hit me made me stumble and trip on a pebble. I started falling backwards and into the road.

"Rosa!" I heard Alek shout from a distance, but I was in my own trance as two lights came quickly towards me and Sia.

I was suddenly grabbed and yanked off the road by Alek. Sia laid beside me as I hit my head on the pavement.

"S-sia." I muttered to the woman beside me, but all I got was shouting from some male voice.

"Rosa!" His Russian accent was clear in his words.

Then I slipped into unconsciousness.

~×~

"Shut up, slut!"

I was down on my knees, and my wrists were held up by chains.

I looked around. A white rectangular room. A small bed in the far right corner. 7 cameras. One in each corner, one above the iron door across from me and one above my head. I examined it as another attempt at preserving my own sanity in this hell.

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