Chapter 11: Anne - Siberia 4

Dominick grabs my wrists and forces my hands above my head.

“Are you done?” he sneers, his face inches from mine.

Fear coils inside me, clawing its way up my spine, reminding me of what happens when I don’t behave, while I realize that I’ve lost my temper.

Like that day.

I nod slowly.

He shoves me away, hard enough that I stumble backward and nearly fall, catching my balance at the last moment.

“Please, let me go,” I plead once more. Everything has left me so exhausted, I don’t even have the energy to cry. “I won’t tell anyone about tonight.”

Dimitri spreads out his arms. “This is your home now.” He glances at his watch. “It’s pretty late, so how about you take off your clothes so Yuri can fuck you already?”

For a while, I had hoped that I still had a chance at a normal life, but it has been a lie. It had been a stupid hope since my life ended the day Isla died.

The books.

My curiosity for learning and knowing more about history.

My plans for a better future. For a new life away from all of this.

None of that matters.

It’s over. It has been over for a long time, but I refused to see it. I clung to hope with desperation, but not anymore. The last amber dies inside me, allowing pain, shame, sheer terror to envelop my soul in pure darkness.

Nothing matters anymore.

I push my yoga pants down over my hips, along with my panties. I don’t want Yuri to fuck me, but this will happen with or without my consent, and I’d rather do as told than be hurt. Maybe if they see that I obey them, they will at least give Arthur back to me.

“Not so fast,” Dimitri says as he sits on the sofa, the others still standing. “Give us a little show.”

I slow my movements. My fingers tremble as I obey, each motion feeling distant, mechanical. The faint rustle of fabric against my skin sounds deafening in the quiet room. My thoughts blur beneath the noise in my head, and I force myself not to think about their eyes on me.

When I reach for the hem of my t-shirt, I can hardly feel my hands anymore. I am that numb. Even the loss of my precious books doesn’t hurt anymore. I might be in shock.

I let the t-shirt fall to the floor, next to my feet, before I remove my bra.

Despite the heat coming from the fireplace, I shiver. Never have I felt more ashamed than right now.

“Shaved pussy. Just how I like it,” Dimitri says as his gaze drifts upward to my chest.

There are a few scars on my left breast, and his eyes narrow as he sees them.

“Who did that to you?” he asks.

“Brute,” I reply.

Dimtri sounds lethal as he demands, “Who the fuck is Brute?”

“My… my uncle’s dog. When he attacked me… he…” I try to explain, but as usual, I can’t talk about that day. My throat closes up.

“Not the scars. The bruises!” Dimitri snaps at me.

My gaze drifts to my torso–fading bruises cover my skin, all of them left by my father.

His anger takes me by surprise. I don’t understand why he cares about some bruises.

“It’s probably because of the luggage.” My chin trembles as I remember how hard it was to drag the suitcase from the car all the way here, only for them to destroy my books. “I… I bruise quickly.”

Not a lie. At least, not the part about me bruising easily.

Dimitri doesn’t seem to believe me, but he doesn’t push the matter.

He spins his index finger in the air. “Slowly turn around so the others can see all of you.”

I slowly turn in place, my cheeks burning with shame.

“She has a nice ass,” Ivan comments. “Too bad her tits aren’t bigger.”

I fold my arms across my chest, wishing I could disappear.

“Her tits are perfect,” Dimitri contradicts him.

There’s nothing perfect about me. Especially not my breasts, which I was made fun of many times since they are small.

Dimitri keeps talking. “Besides, small tits are way better than big ones.”

Yuri and Dominick comment nothing about my body, and it has nothing to do with mercy, but I still feel grateful.

I look down, but I still see Ivan shrugging. “If you say so.” Then, he slaps Yuri’s back. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Get on the sofa on your knees,” Yuri tells me.

He wants me to face away from him while he fucks me. It’s better this way, since I don’t want to look at this face either.

“Since it’s Anne’s first time, how about we play a little game?” Dimitri suggests.

Ivan groans. “Not your little games again.”

Dimitri stands and comes to stand where I am. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me against his body. “It will be fun. So, this is my wife, Anne, and we just got married. But since she’s a virgin, I decided to let my friend, Yuri, fuck her first, since his dick is the smallest.”

“Fuck you!” Yuri growls. “My dick is not small!”

But Dominick mouths. “Small dick energy.”

Yuri rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Can we just get this over with? I want to go to bed since tomorrow I have a lot of shit to do.”

Dimitri smiles. “Then, fuck my wife,” he says.

“Get on the sofa,” Yuri sneers at me.

I thought I ran out of tears, but my vision turns blurry once more as I kneel on the sofa, my back facing them.

“Do you have a condom?” Yuri asks one of the other three.

“Go raw,” Dimitri replies. “But pull out, because my beautiful wife doesn’t want a baby.”

“I won’t fuck her without a condom,” Yuri makes it clear.

I bury my face in the sofa as I sob. Why is this happening to me? I want to die.

You are not allowed to die. You are strong, and you are going to get over this. Just do as they tell you.

This will be the thing that finally breaks me.

Ivan swears in Russia. “Blyad! I have one.”

Blyad. Fuck.

“What are you doing now?” Dimitri asks. “My wife is waiting.”

“She can wait a little more. I need a bottle or two of vodka first,” Yuri says. “Blyad! I might need to drink myself into oblivion.”

I stand there, kneeling on the sofa, while Yuri starts to drink.

“Hurry up,” Dimitri urges him. “You are making my young wife wait, and I don’t like that.”

Oh, God. This is really happening.

Yuri says something in Russian, but I don’t understand a word because of the roar in my ears.

Finally, I hear the wrapper of the condom breaking, and a couple of moments later, I feel Yuri behind me. Instinctively, I look over my shoulder. Yuri pushes my head down on the sofa.

“Don’t look at me,” he snarls.

His other hand grabs my left hip. My entire body tenses as I feel him guiding himself between my legs.

“Make sure she’s wet,” Dimitri says.

“For fuck’s sake,” Yuri swears under his breath. “Do you have lube?”

“Just spit on it,” Dominick suggests.

A moment later, Yuri spits on his dick, and he rubs it between my folds before he starts to push inside me. I inhale sharply.

“Don’t be an animal,” Dimitri says as I feel someone sitting on the sofa next to me. Probably him. “Be gentle with my sweet wife.”