59. Horror of horrors

                                    

                                          
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“This is the beginning of your end.” He laughed. “Your husband, by the way, congratulations, daughter. You've chosen well.” Its been 13 hours since I left home and my body adjusted itself to the pain and heartache. “Your husband is in the air as we speak. He’s going home to where it all began and I’m taking you to the path of my revenge.” I said nothing, even if I wanted to talk, I couldn’t. I was paralysed. The only thing that could move was my eyes.
                          
“Sir, we’ve arrived.” Anthony nodded.
                          
“So, Flower. I ran away from gangsters and you found my absence freeing. Got yourself a therapist, a boyfriend and even your siblings support. Moved to Los Angelse, a lot of miles away from home and there your life took a turn for the positive. Job first, then education, then boyfriend, then the big moment. The day Lucifer finally decided to reveal himself.” The plane we were on made a rough landing. 
                          
Two men came and lifted me into the wheel chair. “Welcome to hell, American.” the Russian guy spoke. I always said, Russia got a bad rap. Maybe they had rough beginnings but they were human and made mistakes. America wasn’t as perfect as the world made it out to be. But now, I lost all kinds of respect for the Russians. 
                          
“Seeing as your husband loves to refer to himself as the devil, we thought it would be fun to take you to his playground.” if I could spit at him, I would but I was trapped inside my own body and it was the worst form of torture. Not being able to move or protect myself,I was at a disadvantage and I hated it with a passion. “Welcome to Devils station, Princess.” they blindfolded me. “Memorising corridors and passage ways are your specialty, we’ll play it safe this time.” a/n if you watched Escape plan 3, you’ll know the prison and how its built. I’ll walk everyone through the design on a later stage but keep in mind, Rose is blindfolded. I just thought the setting is perfect for the ultimate battle.
                          
They continued to speak in Russian. I never regretted learn Spanish in school but now I did. If I could just understand them, it would make this a whole lot more easier. After many and I mean many twists and turns, I was thrown onto a bed. I expected this and I prepared myself for it. I wasn’t going to struggle, to fight. I was going to lay still and accept my fate because I knew, the more I struggled the more I would feel pain and more pleasure they would feel.
                          
Someone sat me up straight. They took my blindfold off and in front of me sat Anthony with a smile as if he’d won the lotto. My movement was coming back and I was beyond excited. “Someone is coming with an antidote to your paralyze problem. You sitting on a weight triggered bomb. One move and bam.” He sat back in his chair. “I dare you too move.”
                          
He watched me carefully. A dark skin male entered the room and injected me with what I can only assume is the antidote. The feeling of my body rushed back to me so much so that I wanted to jump up but Anthony had me just where he wanted me. “Well father, we meet again.”
                          
“I missed your voice, flower.” He smirked. “How is the death of Evie hitting you?”
                          
“It’s hitting me with motivation to kill your sorry ass.” It was my time to smirk. “You think, I’m afraid of dying? Well daddy dearest, I know there’s no bomb but I know you have a sniper on me which is why I haven’t moved.”
                          
He laughed. “You truly are daddy’s little girl.”
                          
“I asked you once, why me and the reason you gave me nearly destroyed my relationship with Lucifer. So I’m asking you now, Why the Russians?”
                          
“Well daddy’s little girl, let me take you on a trip to where it all began.” 
                          
They say women can’t be fearless. That we were given to men and it explains why men have the pure instinct to fight for a damsel in distress. It’s been like this since before the time began. I depended my whole life on men. My brothers, Lucifer, my friends. I tried moving on, forgetting about this man in front of me but how can I when all paths lead to him. 
                          
Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I was destined to meet Lucifer, maybe not this way but a different way. Maybe we were meant to be together in this life but the next. Maybe I was the light to his darkness and he was the hero to my story. My mother is half Russian and the unfortunate part of this story is that her parents died in a car accident which was her ticket into the USA. She grew up with her grandparents, my great grandparents which I never had the pleasure of meeting. 
                          
My father entered the Russian mafia because of my mother. Her parents were involved. Something about money transfers and decrypting of state affairs were their duties until the accident. When her brother, my unknown uncle started looking for her, my father stood up. He knew he would lose his life if anyone found out about the pain my mother went through. Its strange, as the story goes on, I had an advantage. I could tell them that I was my mother’s last born. That the man in front of me abused my mother for years but he made them believe that his entire family burned down in a house fire and Charles and the rest of us were children from another women.
                          
The odds were against me and I hated it. “I don’t care whether I am the heiress to a multimillionaire. Father, I want this to end. This hate, the fighting, the never ending threats. I’m not the little Rose, you locked up in a dark room. Why the fuck can’t you leave me alone?”
                          
“Because you’re the reason I lost everything. Life wasn’t great before but at least my sons knew who to respect. My sons worked for me, Rebecca feared me. Your mother knew she should bow before me but you were born and it was as if god had given us an angel, a light. Your light shined and took away my darkness. Rebecca cared for you, my boys worked to give you a better life, your fucking mother begged me to hit her, to rape her. All so that I could leave you alone and no matter what I did to you, you still fucking shined. Don’t you get it, Rosella, I did what I had to do to ensure I broke you and when I finally succeeded I was called away. I hate your entire existence and I’ll make sure you feel the same way.” he stood up and walked out of the room.
                          
My light? His darkness? If I was ever confused before, I lied. This man spoke alot of shit but the only thing that stuck with me was the fact that it was personal. He hated my guts and the only thing I did wrong was live. I was happily playing on the mountain. (Mountain as in were babies come from.) I didn’t want to win the race. I didn’t want to be born. I didn’t ask to be born. Maybe my death would be a relief to the whole world. Maybe global warming will end, the wales will live, rhinos will be saved. Maybe instead of light, I was the darkness that hunted the world. The door opened. “Ah, American. You think your country is better. Russia is strong. Tell me, American, where’s husband? Huh? No husband?” his accent was the best but he was a threat and obsessing over it won’t help anyone. He laughed and the door opened. 
                          
Anthony entered the room. “Take her to her cell and strip her.”
                          
Feared ran through me like water through a pipe. I knew this was going to happen. When I left Lucifer, I prepared for the worst. This was the worst. When Anthony saw me, he knew I spoiled his plans. He has me on a plane faster than I could shout help. He knew I wouldn’t leave Lucifer without a safety measure, he knew I told Lucifer everything. The only good thing that happened was us, not going to New York. New York is the beginning of my nightmares and there was no way, I would be able to survive father’s dark room. Not now, not ever.
                          
They injected me. Whatever they gave me took away my feeling. I felt numb, lifeless. As it took away my movement it took away my ability to feel pain. I laid as they ripped the clothes off my body. I felt nothing. No pain, no disgust, nothing. I laid as the two men ran there eyes over my body. There was nothing I could do, until the poison they injected me with leaves my body. I laid helpless and all I could think of is Lucifer. If he is safe, if he hates me for giving my life up without a fight. All I could think of is Lucifer and my life with him because with him, all my worries disappeared.