Roman

07

♡ Roman ♡

**flashback**

( Roman is currently 7 years old, in Russian mafia territory and holding by the Don )

I hear the squeaky metal door open, it's hinges begging for oil that I'm sure will never come. All the lights had been turned off ever since I had been here, the only daily light coming in through the small rectangular window at the top of the concrete wall. To high to ever reach or look out.

With no light in the cell I can't tell who it is but I can hear three pairs of shoes entering.

" sit up whore" I heard a voice come from a corner.

I slowly sat up from the my laying position on the cold hard concrete floor. My small body aching and trembling at the surrounding chill. Suddenly a large source of light sprang from the corner. Behind it I could view Sir sitting on a chair. Watching me. Two other man stood beside the light staring at me.

«Теперь, моя маленькая птичка, они собираются наказать тебя за то, что ты говорил во время эксперимента ранее, и ты даже не собираешься чирикать. Ты понимаешь, что я делаю это, потому что ты нарушил правила, не так ли, я бы никогда намеренно не причинил тебе вреда. Ты же знаешь, что я люблю свою маленькую птичку, не так ли?»
(Now my little bird, they're going to punish you for speaking during the experiment earlier and your not going to so much as chirp. You understand I'm doing this because you disobeyed rules don't you, I would never intentionally hurt you. You know I love you right?)

"да сэр" I said quietly and obediently.
(Yes sir)

"хороший" he said sternly.
(Good)

He made a slight flick with his left index finger and the two large men started slowly stalking towards me. I slowly press into the cold corner, by body begging for some relief from the pain I went through mere hours ago, although my slightly drugged state still made things a little dazed.

One man began stripping his belt from his slacks belt loops. My eyes zeroing in on the action.

Their eyes roamed over my naked pale shaking body with lust and admiration of their twisted work.

"держи ее" the one that took his belt off said as the other one quickly wrapped his large hand around my small upper arm. Suddenly I was flipped over so I was on my stomach, my cheek pressing against the dirty floor.
(hold her down)

I pressed my eyes together as a tear flowed down my pale cheek. Suddenly I felt a searing pain spreading across my back wrapping around my left shoulder, no doubt opening the scabbed over previous whip marks.

I could tell this time he was using the metal end of the belt by the immediate blood that dripping from my shoulder. Another lash struck my mid back right over a sensitive burn that must be infected by now. I harshly bite the inside of my cheek tasting the iron substance.

After multiple more lashes my mind became blank as I took my punishment, not making so much as a sound. Throughout the cell the only sound, the leather connecting with split skin and the exerted grunts of the men reigning down hell to my bloodied and welting back.

Suddenly I was turned over. Arching my back hoping to relieve the searing pain. I tuned to look at Sir and saw nothing but his hard dark gaze looking right back at me. He raised to his feet and walked towards me. Reaching into the back of his pants he pulled out a long taunting blade.