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.
Dmitry stroked her cheek again.
Liar!
"I'm going to lift you up and carry you." Leaning down he slid one arm under her back and the other under her knees, lifting her and tucking her into his chest.
"Please don't take me back to that room Dmitry. Just kill me. Wasn't my father going to be assassinated or sentenced to death? Just sentence me please." Lexi's words were a plea, unafraid and accepting of her fate. At that moment Dmitry remembered the awkward girl in the coffee shop, spilling drinks and tripping over her own feet.
Too shy to be this little brave girl.
The vision of their first meeting flashed before his eyes.
Lexi was wearing another classic geek-tastic outfit, her glasses adding the perfect touch to her skinny jeans, Sambas and t- shirt that said,
"I Found this Humerus",
complete with a picture of an arm bone. Lexi was not what he expected. The information Nadja had compiled labeled her a spoiled brat but after weeks of going to the coffee shop Dmitry never witnessed rude or arrogant behavior from her. Lexi was always sweet and shy, confusing him.
The first time they met he flashed Lexi a small panti dropping smile and she ended up spilling his ice water down the front of her apron. "Oh god. I...I ...I'm sorry sir. I will be right back with another water." Dmitry loved that he could intimidate and affect her with the smallest gesture. He wanted her then but not for reasons of revenge. He wanted a toy, a nerdy little slave girl. Dmitry wanted nothing more than to fuck her in her ADIDAS and tall socks. Oh god, he wanted to come on her face and glasses. The fantasies only continued after their first encounter; giving her demerits for bad behaviors, spanking her, punishing her for being fucking adorable, and for the consistent cock taunting. He would whip and lick her for each offense. Dmitry wanted her come for him after she had screamed and bled for him.
The trembling, broken and beaten body he was clutching to his chest brought him back to reality.
She is mine. I can do what I want with her.
*****
A few phone calls later and they are on their way to a "friendly" clinic. Dmitry despised Dr. Vascak but he had no other choice. Vascak's tastes were sickening and Dmitry would finish him soon.
Lexi was wrapped in a blanket and cradled on Dmitry's lap. Every time the car turned or hit a bump he clutched her tighter too him causing her to flinch and curl deeper into the blanket.
"How you behave at this clinic will determine if your death is merciful or not. Do you understand Traitor's Daughter?" His voice was no longer the sexy accented tones of a man she dreamt of knowing. Now his voice sent icy chills down her spine and made her teeth ache. Lexi nodded and curled up smaller.
Lexi was exhausted, mentally and physically. Her body and mind could not cope with the instant trauma and violence.
Please kill me quickly Dmitry. Please don't make me a whipping girl.
Lexi decided to beg and try to make him understand that he wasn't the only one to suffer.
Attempting to be brave Lexi looked up at him. "Dmitry? Your plans for me will hurt and I won't fight you but please believe that I am sorry for what you had to endure. I'm so sorry. " It was barely a whisper but Dmitry felt like her words were coming at him from every angle, loud and clear.
Dmitry's body tensed and he tried to swallow passed the lump in his throat.
