Claimed By Sin: Father Levi

Chapter Ten: Zmey

Kanara

Rhythmic beeping slowly tickled my ear drums. Groaning, I rolled my head on the soft pillow that I rested on. My eyes refused to open, my mouth was dry and my arms screamed something fierce at me. I finally forced my eyes open, the crust on them peeling as I winced.

“Welcome back.” A cold, low voice startled me. Snapping my head to the direction it came from, my vision slowly focused on the figure standing there. It was Doctor Malcom. My heart plummeted into the pit of my stomach, my eyes darting around my surroundings. Hope slightly washed over me as the clean white walls of a hospital came into focus.

I moved, pushing up on my forearms. A burning pain shot through my wrists, making me collapse back onto the bedding.

“Don’t move, you can’t put pressure on those yet.” Dr. Malcom stated, walking up to me. He held a clipboard in his hand, jotting down something as he looked up at the machine next to me.

“You’ve been out for a couple of days. You cut yourself deep, but not deep enough. We were able to stitch you up.”

I looked down at my bandaged wrists, the clean gauze sent my heart pounding. No… I failed!

Tears brimmed in my eyes, my lips pursed together as I tucked my head down. I silently sobbed as Dr. Malcom clicked his pen, turning and walking toward the door.

“I wouldn’t try that again. You’re a valuable asset to the Mikhailov’s and they will do anything to bring ya back.” He smiled softly at me, opening the door. There stood a big body guard right outside who nodded at the doctor as he left my room.

Rage pricked at the surface of my mind. I forced myself up, sucking in a breath as the pain shot up my arm. I could feel a slight warmth pool on the bandages as I sat up. I sobbed, ripping the IV’s in my arms out. f**k this!

I screamed, gripping my hair as a flood cascaded down over my cheeks. I’ve been alive for twenty six years, the most painful memory I had was losing my mother at sixteen. But now, this one tops it. I attempted to remove myself out of a hopeless situation, one where I was nothing but a body to be used. I was so confident that this would end me, but to wake up– alive was the most soul crushing experience I’ve felt.

I tucked my knees up under my chin, wrapping my arms around my legs while I continued to bawl my heart out. A clicking sound of the knob turning sent my nerves on end. My body tensed up, my eyes widened as the door opened. My breathing halted as Dmitriy stepped through the frame.

“Shlyuka–” He spoke crudely, his mouth barely moving as he fidgeted with his cufflinks on his black dress shirt. My gaze ran over him, his muscles were making his shirt tighter than it should. It was neatly tucked into his black pants that were being held up by a fancy belt. He took a step forward, making my body flinch. He raised a brow while he continued forward.

“You left quite a mess on my nice bathroom floor.” His accented voice made bile rise in my stomach. He grabbed a chair, dragging it across the room. The sound was like nails being dragged down a chalk board. Once he was next to me, he placed the seat a few inches from the bed and took a seat. Leaning back, he crossed one leg over the other while he ran his hands through his dark hair.

“You’re such a coward, Kanara.” He chuckled, bringing his hands to his chin and stroking it. “If you really wanted to end it you should have dragged that blade down your arm, not across it.” I stared at the wall, clenching my teeth while those words hit my ears.

“Now, I have to keep you within my sights at all times.” He leaned forward, stomping his foot down on the floor. The sound made my body twitch, the evident danger sending my instincts into over drive. I leaned away from him, looking at him wide eyed. An evil toothy grin slipped from his mouth while he clasped his hands in one another. He cracked his knuckles, parting his lips.

“Boris, the body guard outside will be watching you at all times. If he’s not on duty you will be next to me at all times. Any misbehavior–” He scooted closer, his face barely inches away from mine. “And I will beat you within an inch of death. You’ll feel the sweet release coming, the hope you’ll be taken out of this world just to be ripped back. You exist to bring my family fortune and an heir. Nothing more.” He jutted his hand out, grabbing my face and pulling it into his. His mouth crashed into mine, his teeth grabbing my lip and biting. A whimper escaped my throat as he pulled away.

“Boris!” He hollared, standing up and adjusting himself. I reached up, rubbing my lip as the bodyguard entered. “There’s an outfit in the back of the car for Mrs. Mikhailov. Tonight is Halloween, and our club Zmey is going to be packed.” Dmitriy reached out, dragging his fingers over the blankets.

“Oh, by the way–the doctor ran some labs on you.” He removed his fingers off the bed, turning toward me. “Apparently you’re a little snake, sneaking birth control.” He lunged forward, grabbing my ankles and yanking me down. I gasped, the air quickly left my lungs while he climbed on top of me. He grabbed my thighs with his digits and yanked them apart, jamming his knee into my groin.

“When we get home tonight you’re showing me where you’ve been hiding them, you little shlyuka.” His tone was low and full of danger. My body froze, my eyes closing tightly as I waited for him to have his way with me.

I lay there in silence as he climbed off me, moving to the edge of my bed. My muscles were tense, ready to go rigged. My heart slammed into my chest as I waited for him to rip my clothing off. He surprisingly didn’t do anything, he just reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. A sigh of relief slipped through my lips as I rolled over to face away from him.

He shifted on the bed, making my head snap toward him.

“Go shower, I’m not about to have your smelly ass ruin the outfit and my night.” He flicked his head toward the bathroom. I nodded slightly, slowly moving off the edge of the bed. When my feet hit the floor, he was immediately on his feet.

I shuffled to the bathroom, pushing open the door. Dmitriy grabbed some plastic bags, wrapping them around my wrists so the water wouldn’t soak through my bandages. He reached over, turning the shower on. He didn’t even wait for it to warm up before he shoved me into the freezing water. I quickly wrapped my arms around myself, my skin tightening as goosebumps erupted around my body.

“Pfft, you’re still fat.” He grumbled, reaching out and grabbing my hips. I shivered, trying to reach for the small soap. I got it in my hand, lathering it up and rubbing it all over my body. The water warmed up slightly, rinsing off all the suds. Dmitriy moved his arm behind me, getting me the shampoo. He handed it to me, grunting.

“Hurry up.” He snapped. I nodded quickly, scrubbing my hair as fast as I could. I stuck my head under the shower head, rinsing. Dmitriy grabbed a towel, then roughly grabbed me. I cried out while he rubbed my skin raw.

“Oh, shut up. You need to dry quickly.” He removed the fabric from my body, moving it up to my hair and vigorously rubbing it.

We exited the bathroom, the cold hospital air hitting my cheeks. My nose grew cold, shivers erupted around my body again while my teeth chattered. A knock came at the door, then a creak as Boris popped his head in. He stuck his arm inside, a skimpy outfit was wrapped into his hand.

“Here, put this on.” Dmitriy walked over and grabbed the outfit. He then tossed it at me. He shoved Boris’s arm out the slit, then turned and stood at the door. He crossed his arms across his chest, gesturing to me to get dressed. I inhaled deeply, reaching out and grabbing the black latex.

I put my feet through the leg holes and pulled. My arms ached as I could feel the stitching pull under my gauze. Wincing, my fingers trembled as I struggled pulling it up. My semi damp body made the material stick to my skin. Dmitriy sighed in frustration, walking over to me.

“See, if you lost weight this would fit. Suck it up!” He grabbed the outfit, yanking it up. I gasped as it pulled at my skin, dragging it and pinching me. He spun me around, zipping me up.

“There’s a brush and makeup in the car. Fix yourself up while we drive.” He grabbed my arm, dragging me out of the room. My cheeks flushed as people stared at me. This outfit had my ass cheeks hanging out of it. It squeaked as my body moved, the fabric riding up into my butt crack had me reaching around and pulling at it. My eyes widened when I felt a fuzzy tail on the end.

“Am–I a bunny?” I whispered out as he yanked me. He was silent, then nodded as we approached the doors.

The cool October air nipped at my ears, sending chills throughout my body. My exposed backside felt the brutality of the cold the most. I’m pretty sure it turned bright red like a baboon.

Dmitriy pulled me along the sidewalk to the curb, where a black SUV sat. He opened the door, throwing me inside. The heat from the car wrapped around my body like a glove, sending sweet relief cascading over me.

Dmitriy slid in, closing the door. He reached over to a pocket that was in one of the seats, pulling out a hand mirror, brush, a hair tie, and some makeup.

“This was left by one of the girls I’ve been seeing.” He tossed the objects at me. My heart tightened. Seeing? So he’s cheating on me– great. I really am nothing.

I held the items in my hand, my lip trembling. That news shouldn’t have stung as much as it did. But, I’m only human after all. I sighed, pulling the brush through my hair. I pulled my long hair up, wrapping it into a neat bun and securing it with the tie. I used the mirror to apply a little bit of the makeup he gave me. The foundation wasn’t my color at all, so I just used the mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow. I hope I don’t get pink eye from this. I shook my head, ridding that thought. That’s the least of my worries.

“Here, put these on to cover up that monstrosity.” Dmitriy’s rough voice cut through the silence as he handed me a pair of elbow length gloves. I slipped them on, chewing my lip as pricks of pain shot up my arms. He then reached back to the seat pocket, reaching in and pulling out a sleek, black bunny mask. He handed it to me, eyeing me up and down.

The car jolted, almost sending me flaying into the back of the seat in front of me. Dmitriy pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning.

“We’re here. Get out.” He barked. I hesitated, looking at him as my brows pulled together.

“I–I don’t have shoes…” I mumbled, clasping my hands together. He rolled his eyes, bending forward and reaching under his seat. He pulled out a shoe box, plopping it in my lap.

“T–Thank you.” I whispered, tucking my head down.

“Whatever, hurry up.” He tapped his fingertips against the door, impatiently waiting. I quickly opened the box, removing a pair of black heeled boots. I slipped them on, zipping up the sides. They were a bit snug, but they will due for now.

The door on my side opened, Boris stood there gesturing for me to get out. I pulled myself out, my skin getting stuck to the seat and making a suction sound as I removed my body. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I stood outside, covering my bum with my hands.

I glanced up, seeing a big bright neon sign with the name “Zmey” scrawled across it. Heavy techno music bumped out of the walls, the intensity vibrated the glass on the car. My bones ached from the sound, I already knew I was going to be getting a headache from this.

Wrapping my arms around myself to keep some warmth from escaping, I trotted around the cars rear, rubbing my arms as I approached Dimitriy. He scoffed, turning and walking in front of me. He opened the door, stepping to the side for me to enter. I was immediately hit with the smell of alcohol as my vision darkened. Lights strobed in different colors as half naked women grinded on men. Someone knocked into me, pushing me forward. I lost my footing, falling into a man in front of me.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” His voice was barely audible above the bumping of the bass. I froze as his hand grabbed my ass.

“Nice-” He was cut off by Dmitriy grabbing him by his neck and lifting him off the floor.

“You piece of s**t– you don’t touch what’s mine!” Dmitriy’s voice roared over the music, halting the dancing bodies in their step. He dropped the coughing man, turning and covering my backside with his arm. My heart skipped a beat. Does–does he actually care? A small smile slipped across my lips.

“You can have her after she bares my child. Till then, no one touches her.” He hissed, spitting on the man. My smile dropped as my head hung low. Stupid me, thinking he cared.