MINE TO RUIN

Chapter 2

Alyona was shocked at the scene that befell her eyes upon her arrival, especially that of her father, who had been battered terribly, several injuries on his face with blood stains that were definitely his, on the new tuxedo he had recently bought for his daughter's wedding ceremony to Mikhail Leo toy stoy. Her mother’s gown had been ripped apart, leaving her almost naked in the eyes of the young men that were in the same space as her.

She ran towards her mother, pulling her closer to sheath her mother from the hard gaze that stared upon her. Tears strolled down her cheeks as the situation in which she met her parents caused a sense of pain and anger in her already grieving heart.

“Mother… Father… Who are these people? What happened to your face? Your dress, mother. Why are you injured father? Who did this to you…?” This question, which she had asked hoping to get answers, only made her mother increase in tears, while her father lowered his head in regret.

“It seems we have someone who has come to join in the fun.” A low, husky, cold baritone voice interrupted her. She raised her head up as the back view of a man , in the midst of the arising crisis, it dawned on her that he had a nice physique that she could bring herself to admit.

She cursed herself for thinking that way as the scene of her parent’s condition played in her head.

“I see that you lack respect. How could you do this to a man that could birth you? How can you naked a woman… a mother. You have no shame, no shame at all.”

“Alyona.. Please stop, he will hurt you. Don’t say anything that would get him angrier than he is already.” Her father, Mr Igor, pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears.

“What he did isn’t right, and you are aware of that… Fine, there might be a problem or two, but that shouldn’t result in this violence. Father, you’re injured beyond recognition… And mother, she’s almost naked…” The last words came off as a whimper. She tried preventing herself from crying, but it couldn’t be helped as her parents' reality came into view.

“Igor, you didn’t tell me you had another daughter other than Kara…..” He paused, turning his gaze to meet the piercing, angry and scared gaze of Alyona’s. “A beautiful one with gracious curves to be precise.”

“Please forgive her… she is only a child. And I didn’t think it was important to let you know since she was in England for her studies. She only came to witness the wedding as per her sister’s wishes.”

“That would definitely be bad if she were to be announced dead to the school administration. But why do I care? You all deserve it anyway.” Mr and Mrs Daphne Petrova fidgeted in fear while Alyona stared at him speechless. The words that came out of his mouth made her shocked.

“Father… can someone tell me what’s going on, and why this madman is threatening to declare me dead in my school?” The young man, Mikhail smiled at the girl's audacity. He noticed the way her lips quivered, her lashes baited, and hands shook profusely as she held unto her mother’s body. She was scared of him. The fear was boldly evident in her eyes.

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Mikhail’s voice came again, calm, collected, controlled. His gaze was fixed upon the young lady who subconsciously bit her fingers that shook against her teeth. She was definitely scared. Why won’t she? He had threatened to declare her dead to the school. Her dreams won’t be achieved. She would lose her friends. And the worst of all, she might truly end up dead if he kept to his words.

“Go on Daphne, let your loving daughter know about the current situation and why you both are in this… what should I call it.… Mess.”

"Alyona, Kara eloped with her boyfriend, Boris, the night before the wedding. We tried to see if we could find her, but it was to no avail… She was gone… We wanted to let him know, we promised, but we were scared.. We were terrified of the situation we would find ourselves in, so we decided to run away too. We were afraid of our lives. We were afraid of what he would make us go through. Out of fear, I called you when I had the chance to. I know I shouldn’t have… I’m a bad mother for doing so, but I couldn’t think of anything else… I was confused, Alyona.” Daphne cried out, her lips trembling as traces of saliva could be seen.

Alyona, who was shocked at the words her mother said, held unto her hands.

“No mother, don’t say that… You’re the best mother anyone could think of. I count myself lucky to be raised by you. It isn’t your fault, neither is it Father’s fault that Kara eloped with Boris. You were scared, you and dad were. No, you shouldn’t blame yourself….. Please.”

Mikhail, who was getting bored at the mother and daughter scene in which it was being displayed for him to gaze upon, brought out his gun and shot her father at his feet, earning a cry of pain from Mr Igor and panic-filled screams from the ladies. Alyona crawled to where her father sat. She wrapped her hands on his feet, confused about what to do.

She looked at Mikhail to see a smirk on his lips. The rumors were true about him. He was indeed a psychopathic sociopath who found pleasure in people’s pain, trauma, and torture. She wouldn’t blame her sister for running away from her marriage as no one would love to be entangled with a man like him. She has to find a way to help her family, even though it means doing what she despises the most… Begging. She didn’t have a choice as it was a life and death situation.

Mikhail’s gaze never left the lady as she made her way towards him, crawling on her knees. She held unto his leg in a bid to beg him, which made him scoff. If he was known to forgive and show mercy, he wouldn’t be the most feared man in all of Russia.

“Please, have mercy on my family. I understand your reason for your anger, but please find a way to forgive my parents. They were only scared, afraid of the circumstances in which my sister, Kara, had left them in.”

“This is quite boring, I must say…” He shrugged her hands away from his leg. “Whom among your parents should be the first to die?” the question lingered in the air. Alyona held onto his leg once more, letting her despiracy and the love she had for her family overshadow her pride.

“I would do anything, I swear anything… But please don’t kill my family.” The words made him turn his head to the lady whose face was on his feet, her hair scattered, and her clothes stained in blood, her father’s blood to be precise.

“Anything you say.” Alyona peered her head to meet his blank, emotionless, void gaze along with the smirk on his lips which let her reconsider her statement, but she couldn’t do that, so she nodded her head in affirmation.

“Strip.”

The weight of his words came like that of a bomb as it shook the family of Petrova, taking them by surprise, but Alyona, who had realized her helplessness, stood up witj her hand trailing to the gown she wore and unzipped it. The gown came dropping to the ground leaving her clad in her undies, which consisted of a lace bra and panties.

“When I say you should strip, I mean everything.” She bit her lips, and closed her eyes in a bid to prevent the tears from strolling down her cheeks. Her hands found its way to the fastenings of her bra, unhooking it, her delicate, smooth milk-like bosom was visible to his eyes.

He walked towards her, staring at a now stripped Alyona, taking in the features of her body. His eyes trailed from her bosom down to her slim, tender waist that aligned with the curves of her hips, her medium-sized butt. He felt the urge to hold onto it, and he did. His fingertips trailed from the curve of her hips down to her bare bottom, taking in the softness of her delicate ass. Alyona’s body stiffened as his hands made contact with what she considered private, her butt. The trails of his fingertips against her skin gave her away. She closed her eyes in a bid to suppress the moan that had threatened to leave her lips. Mikhail saw her reaction, he couldn’t help but gave a dark, slight chuckle at the fact that she was sensitive, her body was highly sensitive to his touch.

“Your body is more arousing to behold and look upon than that of the lady I was to get married to….” He let his hand trail to one of her boobs, and began fondling her n*****s, which were soft yet hard, it begged to be touched, and that he was going to comply to.

“Your boobs feel so soft, delicate. It begged for my touch, little doll…” His fingertips trailed from her boobs down to her naval which was pierced. He caressed the ring that was used as an adornment, then a smirk formed on his lips at the way she held her breath, shutting her eyes tightly against each other. He found his way down to her entrance of her v****a. He couldn’t help but caress it, letting in the feel of the smooth, soft and tender skin as she was cleanly shaved.

“Let it out little doll… You know you can’t resist it any much longer. You try to hide the way my hands feel against your body, but I must say you’re bad at doing so.. If you’re quite shy because of your parents and my men. Your parents, I can't promise, but my men, I promise they don't give a f**k about what’s happening here. They do not cast their eyes on what I have made mine to gaze upon, if they want to live.” Mikhail whispered against her ears. He bit her earlobe not in a rough way, but in a calm, passionate, and tender kind of way. While his fingers made its way into the folds of her skin, drawing small circles around the most sensitive part of a lady. Alyona wasn’t exempted. She clamped her legs together as a wave of pleasure caused a sudden wetness in her p***y. She hated the way she felt. She hated the way her body had reacted to his touch. She hated the fact that she couldn’t do anything whilst he harassed her physically. She hated the situation she found herself.

“I haven’t done anything, and you’re already wet for me, little doll.” His voice said as it followed with a gunshot. This caused Alyona to break out from the little pleasure she got from his s*x escapades. She turned to see one of his men laying in his pool of blood while the others stood not concern about the man that was shot.

“That’s what he get for gazing his eyes on you little doll. You’re mine to gaze at, only mine and with that….. The wedding will hold and you Alyona Petrova will be the bride. My bride.”