Chapter 10 | One of them, one of five

                                    

                                          
Sorry I took so long to update, I was really busy with studying. 
Anyway, enjoy!🖤
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I let out a cry from pain as he pushes me forward. With his hand holding my hair he drags me with him through dark small corridor. 
"Help! Please help!" I shout at the top of my lungs, my body shaking from fear of what's about to happen to me.
He lets out a sadistic laugh as he pushes me forward again and my body falls down the stairs. 
I cry out again, my whole body burning in pain. I feel liquid sliding down my face, soon realizing that the fall cut open my forehead.
"Please don't." I beg him again as he starts running to the end of the stairs.
I stumble backwards against the wall as he reaches me. His hands snatch forward, without any answer he lifts me on my feet, opens the doors behind us and tries to push me into something that looks like washing room.
I get a hold on the doors as the adrenalin pumps through my body. Usually (or every time) I'm not the one to bother trying to physically fight back. Expecially against a man two times my size. But that doesn't mean that I don't resist. 
I hear him growl in anger as my body stops at the doors. "Let me go!" I shout.
Next second I feel enormous pain on my back, litteraly throwing me inside the room. He kicked me.
I fall down on the floor, my legs not strong enough to keep my on my feet anymore. I start rolling in pain, my vision becoming blurry. I'm not the one to tolerate that kind of pain. 
When it becomes too much my brains shut it down. Shut my whole body down. That is the moment when I can't resist anylonger.
Soon I feel my body lifted in the air again and being placed on the table.
"Wakey wakey." I hear distant murmur.
Slap!
I feel my cheek slapped. Yet I can't really register it yet, my vision still blurry.
"Fucking get yourself together! I hear him roar. Slap! Slap! Slap!
Three strong slaps later, I'm getting myself back. Senses kick in again, all the fear and worry and cluelessness. Who is this man? What does he want? Why is he doing this?
"That's it." He says. "I can't satisfy my needs with you being unconscious."
Needs? What needs?!
I tremble, my breathing becoming heavier.
Then he turns on the light and I can finally see who it is.
Him?! No!
All my breath leaves my lungs as I see his face before me. My heart starts beating faster, my body shaking like crazy. 
Edgar Bradford.
"How?" I cry out. This can't be happening. . .
"Did you really think I was gonna leave you here?" He laughs in my face. 
"But the deal was off! You-" 
He cuts me off, slamming me down on the table, his body climbing on top of me. "You didn't seriously believe that a couple of Russian little boys had a chance against me, did you?!" He growls into my face. "You're mine!" No! He had him thrown out, Dimitri threw him out!
Next thing I know his hand grabs my shirt, tearing it off me. Crack!
"No, stop!" I cry out, covering my bra.