Being Saved

Chapter 13 - Who are you?

Trigger warning:
mentions of torture (at the end of the phone convo at the beginning of the chapter)

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Katerina's POV

"Ну, как там дела? У тебя все хорошо?" Dimitri asks as soon as I answer the phone.
(Well, how's it going down there? Are you doing okay?)

"Я в порядке, наверное," I answer vaguely not really wanting to talk about how much of a wimp that I've been, knowing that if I tell him honestly what has already happened between my brothers and me that he might think that I've gone crazy at this point. Maybe I have. And also not wanting him to worry about me, I try to make light conversation as we continue to catch up on everything that I've been missing out on since I've been gone.
(I'm fine, I guess.)

"Подожди, ты сделал то, что?!" I ask, stopping him mid-story as my voice rises a few octaves, my initial shock taking over as I catch the butt end of his story.
(Wait, you did what?!)

"Ну, я не понимал, что это его сын, но, по крайней мере, мне было немного весело в процессе," he answers with an evil chuckle, and I can practically hear the evil glint in his eye along with the malicious smirk from here.
(Well, I didn't realize that it was his son, but at least I had a bit of fun in the process.)

"Что, черт возьми, ты вообще с ним сделал?" I chuckle along with him after my initial shock at who he was talking about disappears.
(What the hell did you even do to him anyway?)

"Почему ты спрашиваешь?" He questions, seeming skeptical of my search for details in his gruesome story.
(Why do you ask?)

"Потому что кажется, что прошло целую вечность с тех пор, как мы пытали кого-то вместе," I whine with a small pout, realizing after a moment that he can't see me for my facial expression to have any effect on him.
(Because it feels like it's been forever since we tortured someone together.)

"Я слышу, как ты надуешься от," he chuckles.
(I can hear you pouting from here.)

"Просто дай мне немного кровавых деталей. я умираю здесь," I whine again, trying to live through his story for some enjoyment of my own.
(Just give me a little bit of the gory details. I'm dying here.)

"Хорошо, хорошо," he responded with another chuckle as he began to indulge my need to satiate some of my darker natures unjustifiable thoughts of inflicting pain on others. "Ну, я начал с того, что разбил несколько гвоздей через его руки молотком, прибил его к стулу, а затем я..."
(Alright, alright.)
(Well, I started by smashing some nails through his hands with my hammer, nailing him to the chair, and then I...)

Even as I try to listen to his story intently, I can't seem to focus on his tale because the dogs are getting on my last nerve. They've been barking for the last five minutes, so even as I try to focus on Dimitri, I begin my search through the house trying to figure out what is bothering Jethro and King.

Except before I can even tell Dimitri to pause on his gruesome tales, someone cuts me off.

"Who the hell let the demon dogs in the house?!" someone hollers as they round the corner right in front of me as they barrel into me. In their haste, they managed to knock me to the ground as they fell on top of me, jarring my ribs and knocking the breath out of me as they practically crushed me when I cushioned their fall. And as I fall my phone clatters onto the floor, sliding away from me, and I can hear Dimitri's voice in the background asking what happened.