Chapter 3

Up until then I thought the woman could be an ally, but I was wrong. Even after she explained that her question wasn’t a threat, she let me know that she wasn’t a traitor. I was given food (if you could call that crap food) and a shot of vodka. To finish warm me up, she said. In shock, I actually drank it and it burned all the way down then tried to evaporate through my skin.

Clothes would help I thought as I watched her bundled all what I wore for the last day and a half. Then as the warmth seeped into my brain, I remembered my fate, I needed my clothes back! I chased after her and I watched in shock as she locked me in. I was only in a thick robe in a cold dungeon, with no boots and the cold was coming back.

It wasn’t the only thing returning. Ugly and Meaty returned and finally my fighting instincts took over. I attacked but he swatted me away like I was nothing and dragged me kicking and screaming to an iron four poster conveniently placed in the room. My hands were tied to the head board as he calmly tied my feet accepting each kick and curse I dealt him without a murmur.

“I seriously hope that fire is inside you my sweet.” A soft voice said in English. I paused in my pathetic assault to search where the voice came from. A frail old man stood behind Ugly and Meaty and came forward saying “I see you were money well spent. How well, we shall soon see.” He finished as he parted the robe. “Leave us.” He whispered softly to Ugly and Meaty who left silently with his head down closing the door behind him.

My heart was racing inside my chest as I took in the appearance of my buyer. He looked like an old money white man. Then it dawned on me; I was gonna be raped by someone’s great-grandfather! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry!

Forty-five minutes earlier…

“Более поздние ублюдки! (Later fuckers!)” Vladimir told his friends as he stumbled drunkenly into the entryway.

“A disgrace as usual.” His father’s cold voice greeted him.

Vlad smiled as he handed his jacket to a servant, then weaved passed the older man as though he didn’t exist.

“I give you everything! And what do I get in return? The Alexandrovich name dragged through the mud! The least you could do is return home at a decent hour!”

Vladimir continued to make his way steadily up to his room, ignoring his father’s ranting. His father and his royal title could fuck off as far as he was concerned. Everything was about the fucking family name! His last name was all that was important to him, to anyone. Maybe if he paid more attention to his wife, he’d have more than just the fucking Alexandrovich name.

Vladimir straightened as soon as he was in his room. Shedding all traces of excess as he entered his private bath. The bath refreshed him, and he headed to his mini bar for another drink. He really should stop coming home like that. Coming home pretending to be drunk was exhausting but it also kept his father from discussing his future. He knew that particular talk was coming. He was twenty-one, and as far as his father was concerned it was time for him to seek out a wife, meaning it was time for his father to arrange his life.

Putting down his drink he donned his pyjamas and robe and went to the window. He was thinking of new ways out of his predicament when he saw Boris carrying a fur wrapped body.

“What the fuck are you up to Boris?” Vladimir muttered to himself.

He never liked his father’s stooge. The fact that the man only obeyed his father’s orders might have something to do with that, but Boris also creeped him out. He was the sort that liked to hurt things. He once saw him rape one of the maids and when Vlad reported it to his father, the maid was fired.

“Too pretty for her own good.” His father had surmised and even offered to marry her to Boris as compensation, but Boris refused saying she wasn’t even a virgin and that was the end of that.

Now Boris seemed to be up to no good again and Vlad wondered if he should even warn his father. Going by his instincts he entered the passageways.

The hidden passageways within the walls of the old Romanoff Keep were a fun playground when he was a child spying on the maids and hiding from his father’s wrath. He used them now and again to spy on his father. Tonight, he would use them to spy on Boris. After roaming through the maze, for some time, he finally found the man and he was talking to his father.

“This one looks good. Can I have when you’re finished My Prince?”

“I will see Boris, after Kateya has warmed her up a bit.”

“She doesn’t fight or cry like the others, most strange.” Boris noted Intrigued, the Prince rubbed his thin chin. “Since she is so accommodating, perhaps I will try her tonight.”

They walked away from where he was listening in towards the basement. The passageways didn’t lead down there so Vladimir was forced to exit in the maid quarters, glad to know none were present at five thirty in the morning as they had already begun their day's work.

From the top of the stairs Vladimir heard screaming then silence as Boris exited and stood guard at the entrance to the dungeon.

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Inside the dungeon I was struggling against the ropes, as the creepy old fart felt me up. I never had a man touch me and the first one to do it made my skin crawl. Something silky was tied over my mouth so I couldn’t scream. All I could do was watch as he ran his wrinkled hands over my skin.

“A mulatto.” He muttered pinching my meagre breasts. His hands went lower and he pushed his fingers inside of me. “Nice and tight.”

English obviously wasn’t his first language going by the fact his accent slipped in between his words. He leaned down and kissed my cheek as he asked, “Have you even seen your woman’s blood yet child?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. I got my period later than the other girls at fourteen and was glad when it finally came but now, I wasn’t so sure that was a good thing.

“You’re such a little thing.” He murmured as he kissed down my body. The tears came freely now as he kept pumping his finger inside me. His breathing was quicker as he panted then he suddenly stopped pulling his finger out and clutching his chest.

“Fuck!” He cursed and wheezed “Boris!” before collapsing on top of me.

Ugly and meaty came in an instant. He went to the old man and put his hands over his mouth. I don’t think he was trying to resuscitate him because when he was finished, he turned towards me undoing his pants.

“It would be a while before they miss the prince. It looks like I got my first virgin.”

I didn’t know what he was saying but the fact that he looked entirely too pleased with himself didn’t sit well with me. And now instead of the creepy grandfather, I had ugly, stinky Boris panting over me. He didn’t waste time talking. He just spread my legs and …. sprayed blood all over me as a metal pipe connected with his skull.

I screamed and screamed as Boris came crashing down towards me, but his body was shoved to the ground revealing my ‘saviour’.

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“You’re a fucking child!” Vladimir cursed as he spied the little girl strapped to the bed. He turned toward his father’s still corpse and raged “I disgrace the Alexandrovich name! You were raping children with this,” he pointed to Boris’s body. “but I disgrace the name!”

With the metal pipe in hand he approached the bed then stopped. What the hell was he going to do with her? She saw him kill Boris and knew of his father’s crimes so maybe he should do her a favour now and kill her. He watched her tears flow freely from her chocolate green eyes. Where the hell did she come from and can he send her back? Her eyes suddenly widened in warning and Vlad side stepped the knife Boris had aimed to the back of his neck.

“Fucking little prince always interfering in Boris’s affairs! THIS ONE’S MINE!” Boris raged as he swung the knife at Vlad. “The old prince said I can have her when he’s finished…as you can see, he’s finished.” Boris chuckled with a bloody grin.

“I did see. Instead of helping him, you helped yourself!” Vlad pointed out as they continued their macabre dance. “Under my household your type of services would not be needed!”

“Your household! You are only second born! You are not heir!” Boris argued.

“What rubbish are you talking about?”

“I am first born!” Boris informed him. “My mother gave birth to me long before you were even a thought. He loved my mama! He was forced to marry yours! That weak Yugoslav bitch!”

Vlad saw red and it wasn’t the discovery of an older brother that pissed him off. “YOU DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER!” He threw himself at Boris, despite the knife, grabbing Boris by the head and slamming it repeatedly into the stone floor. “NEVER SPEAK OF MY MOTHER! NEVER SPEAK OF HER AGAIN!!”

Boris’s skull was nothing but a pile of mush by the time Vladimir calmed down. He rose from the floor covered in Boris’s blood and stepped towards the child on the bed. “Do you understand English?”

She stopped her screaming and nodded for the bloody blonde Viking.

“Good,” He praised her as he caught his breath. “because you are never leaving this place. I own you now.