Dmitry didn't know how long he stood at the cell door listening to Lexi's soft cries of pain, realization and hopelessness. Her sobs were defeated and knowing, lacking any hint of anger or fight. He wanted to open the door and comfort her, promising that he would never do it again but his anger and adrenaline still lingered.
It had to be done. It has to be done
.
Dmitry headed to his study stopping every few steps to talk himself out of returning to her cell. Taking what seemed like hours to make it to his desk he finally collapsed into his chair and switched on the monitor. Lexi's tiny body was curled into the fetal position and visibly shaking. There were many nights Dmitry woke up in the same position covered in a cold sweat.
Not the fucking same. Is it?
Yes it fucking is!
The image of her broken bruised body chilled his blood and caused a wave of nausea to surface. Bolting to his restroom, Dmitry vomited not knowing if it was from his memories or the new memories he just gave Lexi. The shock of actually following through with their brutal plan came crashing down on him.
I thought I could do this. Why did I promise I could do this? Honor thy family? Bullshit. I can't do this, but I can't let her go. I should, just so I can face the consequences for what I've done. I'm a fucking monster
.
Dmitry forced himself to calm down and breath slowly, trying to halt the directions his thoughts were heading.
No, no, fuck her! She deserves this
.
Her father is the monster.
His whole body surged with dry heaves.
She was a virgin.
An innocent and he raped her. All the years he spent as the victim hardened him, empathy being the first casualty, not allowing him to feel sorry for her now. But the guilt growing in his chest eliminated any feeling of triumph or familial approval. He vomited again, dry heaving until only yellow bile pooled in the toilet.
I need to check on her. What if she needs a hospital? I tore her. Fuck, I tore her.
Dmitry stood on unsteady legs, gripping the sink counter.
This is supposed to be my moment of revenge damn it! For everything, for my pain, for my family. I took what I deserved. She has to pay and endless debt.
Even his attempt at reassurance was a lie and he knew it.
Adding to his guilt was the unsettling fact that raping her hadn't bothered him until after the fact. During, he wasn't disgusted with her or himself. Lust and anger had never gripped him so tightly; the combination was a Molotov cocktail of everything he never knew he wanted so badly. When he took her ass pulses of heat burst throughout his body creating a euphoric surge of power and control. Dmitry did not want to think about it or even try to explain it away but he had never come that hard in his life.
It was a real punishment. Revenge served in such a sweet little body.
Dmitry splashed water on his face, rinsed with mouthwash and spit it at his reflection.
She needs a hospital.
*****
Lexi couldn't move. She tried to focus on the body parts that weren't throbbing in pain but everything hurt
.
I need a hospital or maybe I will just get lucky and die now before he has a chance to think of something even more disturbing to do to me. Why didn't he just kill me? Oh yeah, 'By the time we are done you will beg me for water, food, sleep, mercy and death'. I would beg now if he would hear me.
Lexi heard a key turning in the lock and tried to move away, but her limbs failed her.
Maybe if I don't move he will think I am dead and leave me alone. Just stay still, stay completely still.
But her shaking only got worse. She stopped the sobbing but the tears still streamed down her face and with no strength to wipe them away they began pooling on the floor.
Dmitry's large form cast a menacing shadow over her.
How fitting, fucking rapist
He entered the cell and started towards her. Lexi's body tensed reflexively and her tremors now bordered on convulsions.
Then she felt him, Dmitry's warm palm rested on her forehead, then slowly moved to her cheek. Lexi could not stop the whimper that chocked out of her. The gentle touch was a lie but it comforted her just the same. "Shh, shh, sh Ale -- Traitor's Daughter. I'm taking you to see a doctor."
Looking at her up close Dmitry almost vomited again. He had marked her in the worst way, no brands just bruises and welts. Dmitry tried to catalog her injuries.
That you inflicted!
Split lip, black eye, bloody thighs, shoe print above her ass, chaffed wrists and ankles...
FUCK
!
He could still feel the remnants of the anger from just minutes before but now he struggled to ignite it, still desperate to hate her.
I have to hate her. This is just me taking care of my investment and attempting to get the most out of it.
