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Traitor's Daughter Ch. 01

By: OwnedbyConway



He's beautiful. He has to know he's beautiful. Lexi's attention was ripped from the overpriced Venti blah, blah, blah, vanilla, skinny, smug, latte she was making. He always overloaded her senses and ruined the drinks she was making. Fucking tall, blonde, blue-eyed Klitcho. Get out of my head! The drink spilled over the rim...again, burning her fingers. "Shit, shit, shit, shit."

"Another spill Yank? Must be about that time!" Braden shouted and looked around the small coffee shop. He loved teasing the little American. Lexi didn't mind, especially with his fuck-tastic Scottish accent nagging at her. "Is it that time Braden? I hadn't even noticed." She lied.

The Russian god moved toward his usual table. Lexi began heading over to take his order. I can do this. I can do this. I do it every other day. This time I will speak to him and not just taking his order either. I just need a starting off point. How is your day? What do you think of this lovely Scottish weather? Did you know that your beautiful face is burned in my brain? Did you know I masturbated to the image of you last night? Yeah, no, not a good ice breaker. Ohh ice?

Lexi walked to his table, straightening her apron not even attempting to tame her unruly auburn hair. "Hello again, same order?"

*****

He watched her walk her little walk across the floor. He loved her walk, little hips and small steps. Today she was already working his cock with another adorable unintentionally sexy outfit. Starring at her too tight black t-shirt that hugged her perky little tits caused his cock to stir. He couldn't help the small smile moving across his face as he read her shirt. Vader Was Framed. She wore dark skinny jeans and black ADIDAS Sambas. Her hair was its usual mess and no make up. He hated that he was attracted to her. Beautiful but not for long. Fucking Traitor's Daughter.

He had waited years to find her and then too many weeks to take her. To make her suffer the same way he did, to show her what he lived through. She has to pay. Getting a hold of his anger he regained his composure.

"Y...yes. Coffee black and an Ice water please." His accent always caused her to pause. She couldn't help it. God it's sexy. Direct hit to my hot pocket! Damn it!

He pulled out his IPad and brushed her off. "Um, sure. I will be right back." The disappointment in her voice was obvious and Dmitry almost felt guilty. It didn't matter. He was taking her today and would be breaking her tonight. Just play nice and get her to leave with you.

Lexi hurried back with his coffee and water. He obviously isn't interested. Drop off his order and scram. She set his drinks on the table and turned away. "Lexi."

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. My name in that Russian accent, are you kidding me? Yep, I'm fucked.

"Yes Sir. How can I help you?"

What? "How can I help you?" Smooth Lex, real smooth. You want pillow? You want me fluff your pillow? She shook off her cheesy attempt at overboard customer service and looked for a rock to crawl under.

"I come in this café ever day. Do you know why?" His voice wrapped around her body and warmed her skin. She shook her head.

"Because I want to ask you to have dinner with me. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

Is this really happening? Blonde hotter than Klitcho wants to have dinner with me? The weeks of fantasizing about his beautiful eyes, large body and delicious full lips culminated into one quick answer. "Yes."

They made arrangements to meet outside the café after her shift. Lexi was off at six and didn't really care about what she was wearing. He said casual and that meant comfortable. At six o'clock she waited patiently in front of the café. Her nerves consumed her thoughts causing her to doubt if he would show up. Look at you and then look at him. He's stunningly beautiful and you have auburn hair and freckles. He's not coming. He's not coming.

Just before she packed it in and gave up a dark Bentley SUV pulled up to the curb. The driver got out and opened the curbside back door. Dmitry's voice caressed her ears again. "Come on sweet girl. We are going to be late for dinner." Sweet girl. Sweet girl. Sweet girl. If nothing comes of this dinner date at least I have those words in that accent.

Lexi smiled and scrambled onto the seat across from him. Her smile was sweet and radiant. Dmitry's resolve almost faltered but he held onto his anger. I'm going to smack that smile off her fucking face.

She placed her apron and backpack on the seat next to her, taking in the sleek interior. I don't belong in here. I smell like coffee and muffins. Why didn't I suggest a later time so I could shower? Lexi tried to tuck her unruly hair behind her ears and he could tell she was becoming more and more aware of her surroundings. "I bet you just love to drive around all day. This thing is a Panzer."

Her words surprised him. A Panzer? Who says that?

"These seats are awesome. I can face you." She was still smiling and it made him feel almost...cool. Her smile and kindness do not matter. She will pay.

Forcing an image of his mother to surface he responded, "Yes. I like to be able to see who I am talking to Alex." As soon as her face caught up to her thoughts she paled and Dmitry locked the doors.

"Wha...what did you just call me?" Before she could even get her fingers around the door handle Dmitry backhanded her, splitting her lip and slamming her head into the window. Her tiny body crumpled to the floor. Lexi's ears rang and head throbbed. She couldn't cry, she couldn't breath, couldn't process all the thoughts running through her mind.

Minutes passed before she put it all together. Lexi stayed on the floor as her thoughts continued racing. The depravity of her situation sank in and she knew she was fucked. Wiping the blood from her chin she finally reacted.

*****

"I knew you would find me Dmitry. What took you so long? I almost stopped waiting. " He expected a snotty tone and a promise of vengeance but she sounded defeated and so forlorn that he hesitated to answer. Do not pity her!

Dmitry grabbed her hair and dragged her across the SUV floor. Forcing her to look at him, "So Traitor's Daughter, you know of me?" Her split lip was already swollen and trickling blood making it painful to speak. He jerked her head back and forth, pulling out hair. "Answer me you spoiled bitch", he hissed.

"Yes, I know of you! God damn-it! My father betrayed your father along with everyone else. Your mother killed herself after your father's death. You have been looking for me since I turned nine. Since you found out I existed." Note to self, hot guys in cafes are walking vendettas. She couldn't help but see the bullshit of her situation. Of course, of course this makes total sense. He's fucking Russian you idiot. How could you not put that together? Why would I ever think he was for real? Why would I ever think he quit looking for me? Hope, that's fucking why.

Lexi's scalp burned under his grip. Knowing it was useless to fight him she remained still, maintaining eye contact.

Dmitry was shocked. She knew about him and stayed out in the open? She knows her father was a traitor? A god damned traitor!

"You knew I was looking for you so you hid out in the open? Not very bright Traitor's Daughter." His voice had become sinister and condescending.

"I wasn't going to hide. You are a powerful man and I knew you would eventually find me. I wanted to live at least part of my life before you found me. I'm prepared. Lets get this over with."

Dmitry laughed, "Oh if it were only going to be that easy for you. By the time we are done you will beg me for water, food, sleep, mercy, and death." His next punch threw her into darkness.

*****

She knew everything about him. Her mother told her his story when she was thirteen. The abuse and neglect he suffered in the boy's group home was abhorrent. Dmitry blamed her father and rightfully so. He was a traitor and his betrayal cost the lives of his friends and partners. Lexi lived in fear of Dmitry. She knew he was coming for her one day. All she could do was try and live a normal life. Her parents were wealthy but that couldn't protect her or the friends she never allowed herself to make or the boys she never allowed herself to date. He would have killed them if they were present when he took her. Lexi's father swam with great white sharks and he was a guppy compared to their powers. Didn't matter, the fuck-tard was dead now anyway. Leaving behind a trail of pain and scars. Lexi and her mother suffered under his fists and cutting words for years. Lexi never missed him. Her mother's body was found shortly after his death and the police had also ruled it a suicide. Lexi moved to Scotland shortly after. Anything to get away from her past, Scotland was always a dream of hers. Too many romance novels.

Her parent's deaths were not enough for him; nothing would ever be enough for him. Dmitry would take pounds of her flesh and she knew it.

*****

Dmitry stared at the unconscious tiny form in front of him. Her lip bled and her right eye was beginning to swell shut. She was so completely defenseless. It has to be done. You gave your word. You will have vengeance. He did not know what to think of the crumpled creature out cold on the SUV floor. She had always been kind to him and other customers in the café. He watched her laugh with them and once he witnessed her helping an elderly lady to her chair and out to a taxi after her coffee. Lexi is nice and doesn't fit her description of "spoiled bitch". Does not matter. She is his daughter. The only one left to serve out her father's sentence.

Dmitry leaned down and whispered in her ear, "you will suffer everyday for the rest of your days. You will feel every ounce of pain I have felt. You will break tonight."

*****

Lexi woke to Russian murmurs. She was fluent due to her father's past dealings in Russia. But playing like she wasn't could work to her advantage. One voice was Dmitry, which she knew for sure. Lexi managed to make out some of what they were saying; "you shouldn't do this" and "think this through" were said more than once but the tone was calm and almost understanding. What the fuck! She didn't recognize the other voice but why would she? Lexi had no clue where she was or what he was going to do to her. She was being carried, pressed against a strong torso. As the ground moved below her Lexi tried to focus on staying alert and awake. She failed miserably.

*****

When Lexi began to stir she felt a light tapping on her split lip. She hissed but couldn't close her mouth. He fucking gagged me. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Then he slapped her causing her to whimper. He slapped her again. Her situation became crystal clear. She was restrained and naked. He was going to rape her...

The sharp pain in her lower abdomen brought her back to reality. It hurts. It hurts. Lexi was naked with her legs spread and bound on a cold hard table. The room was dark and ominous. The low lighting added an edge of emptiness. Her arms were restrained above her head and Dmitry had his fingers inside her. He kept pressing on something sensitive. It was painful. What is he doing? Realization dawned within her. He was pressing her hymen, over and over again. It became almost unbearable. She tried to plead with him to stop but the gag muffled her voice. Lexi closed her eyes tight and tried to escape the dark cold room.

"Alex, do you hear me? Alex, I will not let this be a beautiful moment for you. This is how you will lose your virginity my little Traitor's Daughter. Do you hear me?" He was already aligning his cock to her entrance. She refused to respond even after the third slap split her lip even deeper. His harsh Russian words filled her aching head, "Your father ruined my life and killed my mother. You will suffer for me, for my family." Forcing himself to hate her and forcing the dark searing pain he felt as a boy to resurface he slammed into her. Lexi screamed behind her gag and began sobbing uncontrollably. She was dry and he was huge. He knew he tore her open and shredded her insides but his anger gripped him tightly. Dmitry pounded into her over and over again. The slapping of skin and Lexi's cries filled the room. The emptiness creating an echo forcing her to hear her screams twice.

He grabbed her chin violently and hissed through clinched teeth, "Look at me! Look what I am doing to your body! Does it hurt Traitor's Daughter? Does it fucking hurt?"

Lexi's big brown innocent eyes stared into his. She quieted. Tears ran town her temples and cheeks. She knew he would be cruel but she did not expect this brutality. She did not expect rape. So inhumane so painful. She should have known after he punched her in the car. Why did she continue to hope or attempt to stay positive?

Lexi tried to look away but that only drove him deeper and harder. Then suddenly he pulled out. Please say it is over. Please let him be done. Was he taking pity on her? She couldn't take the pain. It burned, pinched, and cut all at the same time. Please no more, no more.

"Now that we're done with that. We have one more hole to open. I need to come in you but I have not arranged for birth control and we don't want any little traitor spawn." Lexi began pleading into the gag. "Plss dnt, pls dnt." He knew the words but he didn't care. Dmitry placed the head of his cock at her anus.

"You see Traitor's Daughter most girls get to practice with a plug first and get the comfort of lube but you are so very special." With one harsh violent push he tore into her ass until his stomach hit her. The silent scream across her face burned into his brain and he almost faltered...again. Fuck her!

Feeling her tissue tearing he knew he had won. "This will be your existence Traitor's Daughter. Until I let you escape in death. This is your existence." He was relentless. Pounding and pounding his huge cock into her virgin ass. Her wails, sobs, and howls filled the room almost fueling Dmitry on. His cock spread her open again and again.

Lexi's body tried to deal with the pain. Her mind tried to leave the room, tried to float away. Nothing worked. Lexi was ever present in this horrific moment. There would be no love or flowery sentences when she lost her virginity. This was it and Lexi knew it was just the beginning. She wanted to faint and slide back into darkness. Lexi felt his body stiffen and then the warm rush of his seed filled her ass.

Dmitry unhooked Lexi's legs and arms. He yanked her by the elbow off the table dragging her to the door. Falling several times he kicked Lexi down a long hallway. When they reached a large metal door he shoved her inside. Lexi fell to the hard concrete ground and passed out.

****

Resting his forehead and palms on door he listened her crying in her sleep. Little Traitor's Daughter.

Traitor's Daughter Ch. 02



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. Don't let her get to you. Alex's is a manipulator by birth. She doesn't mean it. Dmitry gripped her chin tightly, "You think anything you say can change what is going to happen to you? Nothing will change Traitor's Daughter. Do you understand? You will die when I let you, but how you die will be decided by your actions."

His face was so close to hers that she couldn't focus on anything he said. She was lost in the intensity of his beautiful eyes. She couldn't and didn't want to escape his stare. Lexi's small hand slipped out of the blanket and she ran her fingers down his cheek.

Lexi refused to bait and argue with him, the game was already lost. All that was left was the possibility of mercy. "I knew you would have blue eyes Dmitry. I used to try to imagine what they would look like. You have the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Soothing, a calm ocean and I could get lost at sea." The words formed out of borderline delirium and came with such ease that it only confirmed her personal struggle with understanding Dmitry. Oh great, now I'm getting all Stockholm! No, I will not try to survive this. I will not battle with my instinct to survive; I don't need to or want to. I fucking forfeit.

Dmitry's body shuttered and he covered her mouth tightly, pressing his forehead to hers, "Shh, Traitor's Daughter."

******

As soon as they pulled into the back lot Dmitry knew this visit was going to be a total mess. Nadja, Amir, and Nikoli's cars were parked by rear the entrance. I will kill Vascak! Dmitry hadn't even told them that he captured Lexi. He wanted a few weeks with her before they had their turns. God damn it!

Dmitry's driver and dedicated manservant opened the door, "I'm sorry sir. I was told that it would only be you, Traitor's Daughter, and Vascak this evening. I do not understand why others are here. I apologize." His Russian accent was rough and a little gritty making it difficult for Lexi to keep up.

"This is not your fault Alexandr. I have a feeling the good doctor had his hand in this. Did you collect all the belongings from her flat? " Lexi definitely understood what Dmitry said. They are erasing me. No one will miss me let alone look for me. Wasting their time. "Yes."

Keeping up with their Russian was proving easier than she thought but now she was wishing she remained in the dark. Do I really want to know what they are going to do to me? Who are Nadja, Nikoli, and Amir? Dmitry wrapped the blanket tighter around her and stormed into clinic.

*****

"Why are there so many people here Vascak?" Dmitry's aggressive and volatile voice boomed through the clinic. Lexi closed her eyes as tight as possible not wanting to see anyone. If I can't see them then they are not here.

"Nadja was here for Lucette's annual when you called. She phoned everyone. Can you blame her? You have an American and not just any American, his daughter. They all want to see her." Dr. Vascak's voice was hesitant but also emanated tones of barely controlled excitement.

A sultry voice added to the conversation. "Dmitry my love, do not blame Vascak. It was my fault. I couldn't wait to see her. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Her Russian flowed so seductively that Lexi almost opened her eyes to see if she was real.

Dmitry regained his composure for the tenth time that night and forced himself to calm down. "Nadja, I don't appreciate surprises. You know that. " Lexi could tell by his tone that Dmitry handled this woman with kid gloves.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see her." There was insincere pleading in Nadja's voice almost as if she was pouting or stomping her foot in a fit. "I want the world. I want the whole world. I want to lock it all up in my pocket. It's my box of chocolate." Oh and I'm the 'spoiled bitch'.

"Its fine Nadja. Vascak, I need you to look over Traitor's Daughter. She's had a bit of a rough night and I don't want her journey to end so soon or so easily." It took every once of control for Lexi to will her body not to tense at his words. Dmitry's Russian was so clean that she could not have mistaken what he said. My journey? So easily? This is so far from over.

"Yes, no problem. Bring her in here? Do you want a full physical? X-rays? Labs? Any other issues to address?" The Good Doctor? Oh God, no no no!

"Yes, she needs x-rays, you will see the bruises. She needs contraception, the less periods the better, and I tore her cunt and ass so those will need looked at too." Lexi's body immediately began convulsing, rejecting his words and the memory of the pain they conjured. Dmitry gripped her tighter causing a sharp squeak to escape her blanket. The whole room went silent. Then..."Make her do it again Dmitry!" Nadja's jovial sadistic voice scared the shit out of Lexi. Nothing good can come from this woman. This woman will hurt me, only more, and nothing less.

Vascak directed Dmitry to a typical clinic room and Dmitry lowered her to the padded examination table. Turing to the open door he said, "If any of you want to see her, now is the time." Dmitry made sure to say it in English so Lexi could understand her humiliation and vulnerability.

After they all piled into the clinic room Dmitry opened the blanket to reveal beautiful pale white skin covered in bruises and a few smears of dried blood. He felt ashamed and sickly prideful at the same time. Why would I be proud of this? Why do I want Alex to be proud of this?

*****

"Yuck Dmitry, she's so small...everywhere." Nadja's cruel words were followed by a harsh slap to Lexi's breasts. She whimpered at the stinging pain but remained still. Nadja struck each breast again but this time Lexi didn't make a sound. Dmitry caught himself about to say, "good girl". Good girl? What the fuck? She is not your adored little pet! She is an unwanted fuck-toy. A warm place to put your cock after hours of pain and suffering. Fuck! Making matters worse was the hardening cock in Dmitry's pants. Once again hating himself for wanting Lexi. Nadja's insults almost angered him. He craved Lexi's little body, the way she makes him feel huge and powerful, and the way she fit under his chin when he carried her. He knew it was ridiculous to even think it after everything he has already done to her and is planning to do to her but he felt...protective.

"Her skin is beautiful Dmitry. Look how quickly she bruises, so lovely." Vascak ran his hands down Lexi's ribcage to her waste. Holding her onto her hips, "Her curves are delicate. I bet in the right outfit she can pass as fifteen or sixteen years old. Please let me spend some quality time with Traitor's Daughter before you kill her." At the good doctor's words Amir, Nikoli and Dmitry cringed but moved to restrain her on the table. PEDO-BEAR! They have done this before. These bastards!

"Now, Traitor's Daughter I am going to examine you and ask you several questions. If you so much a fib or struggle I will personally make sure the next few minutes are absolute torture for you. Do you understand?" Vascak's English was perfect and overly professional. Lexi nodded but her breathing was becoming erratic. She felt a hand running up and down her leg in a soothing gesture, it was Dmitry and she knew it. A fucking lie!

"Any allergies?"

"No."

"Any past surgeries, injuries, or current medical conditions?"

"No."

"Do you maintain a healthy diet?"

"Yes, I am a vegetarian." But I'm sure I am going to be forced to eat some Russian tube steak in the near future.

Dmitry stared at her barely containing his knowing smile. Of course. Of course my little geek is a vegetarian. She probably can't hurt -- He banished the thought before it could even register. Yes, she can and she will.

The questions and prodding proceeded in cold efficiency. Lexi's blood work and x-rays were completed and read. She began hyperventilating when Vascak poked her, keeping her eyes shut tight not wanting to see her blood. All through her examination Nadja would pinch and pull at her nipples, throwing insults at their small size and weak responses. Dmitry allowed the torture and only stopped Nadja when she grew angry and aggressive. Her cruel voice filled the room, "I feel bad for Dmitry because he had fuck you Traitor's Daughter", "What is it like to know that we will all have you Traitor's Daughter?" "Do you think anyone will save you Traitor's Daughter?" The questions continued with an increased level of brutality. Dmitry hated Nadja's voice at that moment. He didn't want all of them to have her! He watched as Lexi's bottom lip began to tremble and it enraged him. Why do you care?!

Dr. Vascak moved between Lexi's legs with a large speculum. Placing it at her entrance she shoved it in roughly and Lexi howled in pain. Before she could grasp everything that was happening, she felt Nadja lean over her, "Did you howl like that when we killed your mother Traitor's Daughter?"

Lexi's eyes shot open immediately connecting to Dmitry's stare. He looked instantly pale and exhausted, not the man in the café. There was nothing left of that man. The image of him sitting at the table fled her Lexi's mind, never to return. She lay on the table taking in all of the faces, the pain, the humiliation and then it all changed. I'm not going to die. I'm going to escape and come back with my own Crazy 88 and kill these sick fucks! I will survive just to kill Dmitry first.



Traitor's Daughter Ch. 03



Hi All,

Here is chapter 3. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to my cleverly brilliant or brilliantly clever editor who shall not be named.

All feedback is appreciated but please do not use the comment board to trash other writers. -- thanks -- Tatum

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Nadja's sadistic words and laughter filled the room. "Yes, you ugly little thing. We killed your mother. We were so sad when it was ruled a suicide. We wanted you to know that your mother was murdered and now you do. This is a truly joyous occasion." Her wicked haunting smile portrayed a giddy evil only present in horror movies. I am going to make her face look like a fucking warzone! Visions of Nadja being curb-checked, strangled, and shot exploded through Lexi's mind and she almost returned her shitty smile.

The fantasy of ripping Nadja's face into a thousand pieces was the only thing she could hold onto. They killed my mom. Mom.

What did my father do to these people? Lexi knew what happened to Dmitry but only because of mutual allies talking but Lexi had never heard of the others. They blamed her mother and she had already paid the ultimate price.

The rage she felt towards these cronies consumed her. Lexi wanted to kill them all and leave a wake of carnage behind her.

The speculum burned and throbbed inside of her as Vascak continued his exam. Nadja's cold voice proved unrelenting, insult after insult rained down on Lexi. Offense after offense was meant to destroy her remaining dignity. She was naked, exposed and defenseless.

Lexi's anger kept rising but the burning pain from the speculum was becoming unbearable. Vascak took his time and was disgustingly thorough. Lexi could feel his breath on her delicate abused flesh and almost vomited when she felt him play with her clitoris.

Amir and Nikoli gripped her wrists and ankles and she could still feel Dmitry's hand attempting to comfort her, the gentle caress on her calf was a complete lie. I hate him!

Lexi tried to jerk her leg away from him but Amir's grasp was too tight and the motion caused the speculum to move. Dmitry frowned and stopped the caress. He's upset? Are you kidding me? He raped me! Beat me! I've got Doctor Warren Jeffs between my legs, a crueler Kathryn Montreuil with a hint of Heather Chandler and an overdose of Annie Wilkes explaining how my mother was murdered and currently my life is a waking nightmare. He has taken everything thing sacred; my mom, my freedom, my virginity. But he's upset? Fucking lunatic!

Nadja leaned down to Lexi's face, "Oh Dmitry, look how angry she is. Her pupils are tiny. She has beady little snake eyes. How fitting? The little snake." Nadja hovered directly above Lexi's face, the closeness forcing her to break her eye contact with Dmitry. "Did you know that your mommy begged for her life and the life of her child? I am assuming she meant you. There is no one left to beg for your life now Traitor's Daughter. No one will even know you are gone. No one will even care." True.

With the most condescending tone Lexi could muster she insulted Nadja. Fuck her! "I don't know which is worse, your pathetic words or the fact that your breath smells like a bag of assholes." The shock of finally hearing Lexi's voice and brave words silenced the room. Nadja's sinister grin grew impossibly larger.

She growled into Lexi's ear, "You will pay for that Traitor's Daughter. Just like your mother. You will beg just like her." Nadja backhanded Lexi, hard, sending a searing pain across her face. The impact added to the continuous pounding in Lexi's head. Spots danced across her vision and the image of her mother's lovely face flashed before her eyes. Mom. Mom. Mom.

Lexi tried so hard to fan the flames of her burning anger but the memory of her mother's caring smile forged an overwhelming and all consuming sadness. Lexi began to lose the strength to be angry, to fight. She just wanted to go away. She wanted to mourn for her mother again. Mom. They hurt her. She begged. Lexi latched onto a favorite memory and the soothing tones of her mother's voice.

"You can do it Alex just let go and jump." Helen Winters' arms extended toward the scared little 4-year-old standing on the diving board. "You promise to catch me mommy?" Alex's question was more of a demand. "Only if you promise to make the biggest splash possible." Alex smiled in determination and inched towards the edge of the diving board. "Here I come!" She practically belly flopped into her mother's arms. "Gotcha! You did it!"

Alex sputtered water and frantically wiped her face smiling the entire time. "I did it! I did it!"

"Yes you did my brave little girl." Helen swam besides Alex and she doggie paddled to the pool ladder. "I think I can try it by myself now. It's not that scary." Helen helped Alex up the pool ladder and watched her walk her little walk back to their diving board. "I will be right here. You can do it." Alex leapt off the diving board with an excited squeal as Helen cheered her on. She always cheered for her. They had always found humor and joy when they were alone. They managed to spend every summer in water; pool or ocean, just the two of them.

...........

Helen and Lexi could never leave him. You cannot divorce or escape a member of a powerful crime organization without forfeiting your own life. Helen tried to protect Lexi from him but there were times when he managed to get a hold of her. "You are not even my daughter are you?" Smack! "She gave you his name." Smack! "How stupid do you and your slut mother think I am?" Smack! "I give you both everything." Smack! The verbal and physical abuse always followed with his frantic grandiose atonements and gifts the next day, a pattern Lexi learned to hate, and a pattern she will be reliving soon.

Divorce was never an option for Helen and she tried to make the best of a horrible situation. Lexi's mom encouraged her father's extra-marital affairs and suggested he take long vacations with his mistresses just to keep him away. She begged him to take a paternity test but pride and the thought of her possibly bearing another man's child, stopped him.

When they were alone Lexi and Helen laughed together, finding humor saved them.

Luxury and secrets. Extravagance and deception. Anton Winters knew the game but not the score. He had very dangerous hobbies; creating enemies when he didn't need to, seeking power through money, and burning bridges. Lexi's father had been slowly stealing from his Russian contacts causing the financial collapse of several Russian mob families. Using his business partners' investments to pay off his own debts and live extravagantly, Anton Winters became the Bernie Madoff of the underground crime syndicate. Anton spun stories to each family causing murders in the form of blame placing, retribution and revenge.

Anton and Dmitry's father had been close friends. Meeting in college Anton and Leo bonded almost immediately. Leo was well connected and Anton longed for the same wealth and status. Leo was a stepping-stone that paved the way for Anton's involvement with the Bratva. When the truth was slowly revealed about Anton's betrayal Dmitry's father was the first one eliminated. He had vouched for Anton and allowed him to weasel his way into the dangerous and very profitable Russian mob. His friendship with Anton cost him his life.

Helen began to suspect something had changed between Anton and his partners when they stopped visiting Russia and began moving from state to state and eventually from country to country. Even though spending no more than a year in any location allowed for the Winters to see the world they were nomads and the constant adapting grew tiresome.

Each home more lavish than the last, exotic vacations, private jets, security and tutors, personal chefs, and private pools and beaches. They should have been happy but Anton's paranoia and emotional and physical abuse served as a constant reminder that they would always be miserable. They were wealthy but he was running and spending. The running with Anton would continue until Lexi turned thirteen.

"How could you do this Anton? People are being killed and for what? Money? We didn't need all this. We didn't need any of this." Helen waved her hand gesturing to the gross display of wealth surrounding them. Anton avoided the question.

"Their families are coming for us Helen. We cannot out run them and witness protection is not an option." They wouldn't last a week in protective custody; Dmitry was too clever, too connected. "Every year we move farther and every year they get closer. You and I will die and the boy may find her." Anton swirled the scotch in his glass and drank the rest slowly, savoring his last drink.

"Dmitry? So everything you told me is true? They tortured him for years? All of that was true? You son of a bitch! He was just a boy for Christ's sake!" Helen found herself praying for Anton's death...again.

"I thought you were only using the threat of Dmitry as means to keep us here! We have to run Anton, they will kill her!" Tears began running down Helen's face. "How could you do this?"

Anton stared at the woman who would never love him back. "Helen, I..." He couldn't finish. Anton knew he had lost, the affairs, the abuse; nothing would ever win her back. He laughed quietly. Did I ever have her to begin with? No.

In one last attempt to gain any kind of forgiveness from Helen, Anton used every last ally he had to change Alex's identity. He procured a new passport and social security number for her.

He set the new passport on the table. "I could only save one of us. It was difficult to get anyone to help, but she is innocent to my mistakes so they took pity on her." Helen picked up the passport.

Alex Winters was now Lexi Evans.

It was his only sincere atonement. He let her keep part of her name, a name he hated.

"I bought you a car yesterday. It is not what I would have like to have bought you but it will help you blend in. Al-Lexi has an off shore account that will cover both of your expenses for the rest your lives, as long as you live simply. You have to leave tonight Helen. They are coming. They will be here by tomorrow morning." Helen sobbed into her hands.

Anton sighed in resignation, "I'm tired of running. Helen, they will be looking for the both of you. I have secured a place for you to stay. But she is safer on her own. Eventually you will be spotted or have to use your identification." Anton did not have the heart to tell Helen that Dmitry is unstoppable and that he will eventually find Lexi no matter where she is. "I had a suitcase packed for her today and included the essentials to find your new home and have access to her new account." Anton motioned to the suitcase by the front door.

Helen ran to their bedroom and began throwing clothes, jewelry, shoes, and toiletries into a suitcase. She grabbed a box of family photos and dumped them on top. Helen found Alex in her room doing homework and listening to music.

"Alex, we have to leave. He is letting us leave." Helen's voice was desperate. But Alex was filled with instant relief. They were finally escaping him. Alex pulled an already packed bag from under her bed. "When did you pack?" Helen asked.

Alex smirked, "I have packed a bag since I was 10. I just update it every other week by season and size." She prayed for the day they would leave.

Helen held Alex's hand as they approached Anton. He handed Helen her new car key.

"Helen if I could speak to you alone before you leave. Alex please grab your suitcase and wait for your mother outside."

"Goodbye Dad."

"Goodbye Alex." No hug, no kiss goodbye, no apology. She would never see him again. Fucking dead man walking.

Anton's final words to Helen only confirmed the years of emotional torment.

"I only ever wanted you Helen. I wanted to be good enough for you but it was always him wasn't it?"

"Yes." There was no pause in her response. Anton stole her, forced her into marriage and continued to punish her for loving someone else, someone 'below' him.

"I couldn't let you go Helen. I loved you. I love you. I have always fucking loved you." His words were a plea for reciprocation or reassurance. None would come.

"No Anton. You never loved me and now you have won. I will never be his and he will never be mine. You have taken everything from me. Alex is my only joy and you have stolen her too. I hate you but rest assured my hate will die with you."

****

The voices in the room gradually overshadowed the memory of her mother and Lexi was brought back to reality. Dmitry did not miss her temporary escape and distressed level of unawareness. He watched as something switched off in Lexi's gaze. Her eyes were glazed over and unfocused; her tears immediately stopped flowing and her body relaxed completely. Broken.

The arms restraining her, the voice shouting at her and the good doctor slowly faded as if on a dimmer switch. A growing numbness tingled through Lexi's body and everything shut off, went blank, the room existed only in a bird's eye view.

She was no longer flinching at Vascak's touch. Her breaths were shallow just meekly surviving. Lexi was broken, completely broken. No!No!No! Dmitry knew the look in her eyes. He had seen it before and it caused his chest to tighten and his stomach to churn.

The smaller boys that could not defend themselves in the group home, they wore that look. Dmitry tried to protect them but it just earned him harsher beatings and isolation. Those blank expressions of acceptance remained on their faces day in and day out; dead eyes, life escaped never to return. Running away from reality just going through the motions of existence. Coping hidden in the deep recesses of their traumatized minds.

Even after the home was shut down and they received further treatment and care, he never saw those boys laugh or smile again. They were plagued with nightmares but never showed emotion when awake. Broken.

She is broken. Breaking her was the plan but seeing the same look on Lexi's bruised face brought back memories he refused to deal with. He had raped her, beaten her, and now she was spread out on a table like a human trial in progress.

Fear and fury burst through him. Dmitry pushed Nadja out of the way, "Let her go!" He patted Lexi's cheek, "Look at me Alex. Look at me." Her eyes remained empty and unaware of his presence.

"God damnit! Come on Alex! Look at me! Vascak, give her something! A sedative, anything! Finish the exam with her unconscious! I don't care just get her out of this moment!" Not yet, not yet! "I don't want her to feel anything." Dmitry turned to the others, "Get the fuck out!" Nadja started to argue with him but was immediately silenced by Dmitry's cutting tone. "You over step your boundaries Nadja." She pouted and stormed out of the room.

Vascak prepared a syringe and rubbed her arm with alcohol. Dmitry frowned when Lexi did not react to the needle entering her arm. He brushed her hair off her forehead.

Her eyelids grew heavy and he could tell she was fighting sleep. Whatever Vascak gave her worked almost instantly. Dmitry tucked her hair behind her ear and petted her long locks.

"It's okay Alex. It's almost over. Just go. Just rest." He held her hand while Vascak proceeded.

"Her vaginal tearing is only at her opening and appears superficial. She will recover in a few weeks. There is no perforation in her rectum but there is trauma. I will provide you with pain relievers and a sleep agent. She has to rest Dmitry. Her body needs to heal. Traitor's Daughter needs a few stitches in her lip and her eye needs a cold compress but besides that, the rest of her injuries will heal with rest." Vascak gave her an injection for birth control and then his exam was complete.

"Wh...what about her mind? Did you see how fast that happened?" Dmitry's voice was full of regret and he hated that he sounded concerned. He hadn't even noticed that he wet a paper towel with warm water and washed the blood from between her legs. An almost caring gesture that did not go unnoticed by Vascak.

"Wasn't that the plan Dmitry? She just got there faster. That is not how I prefer to break my girls. I want them to adore me, do anything I ask. I don't want barely lucid baby dolls." Dmitry cringed. Baby dolls is right.

"I know you have had willing slaves before Dmitry but Traitor's Daughter is a completely different case. She will hate you, never love you and will never forgive you for any of this. Are you sure you can do this?" Dmitry could hear the hidden agenda in Vascak's voice. He wanted Lexi. Vascak had been obsessing about the 'little American' for over a year.

"Don't forget your place Vascak, she's mine. I can do this. I just didn't expect her to be so small and fragile."

Vascak groaned. "I know, her fragility makes her almost irresistible. She's beautiful and only nineteen. I will not lie to you Dmitry. I want her." Dmitry ground his teeth at the image of Vascak with Alex. I will kill this fucker!

"Don't worry Dmitry. I can already tell it will be impossible for you to share her. The others will be upset but they know your decision is final." Doctor Vascak looked over Lexi's body one last time. "It's a shame about her tattoo. I only like my girls to wear my marks." Vascak motioned to the intricate black tattoo on her wrist.

Dmitry had seen the ink briefly when he was restraining her in his Dark Room. "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."

*****

Dmitry cradled Lexi on his lap for the duration of the ride back to his mansion. He listened to her babble nonsense in her sleep and her limbs randomly jerked and twitched. Dmitry caught himself trying to wrap her arm around his neck but it just slid down into her lap. Every few minutes Lexi's eyes would shoot open and a pained expression would cross her face. Then she would pass out again.

Dmitry wanted to give her a bath. And everything she could ever ask for. Fuck! What's wrong with me?! He wanted to comfort her.

They arrived at his home and he instantly took Lexi to his bedroom. He gently laid her on the enormous bed and headed to his en suite. Dmitry's huge marble bathtub would easily fit the both of them. She needs warmth. He turned the water on checking the temperature over and over again making sure it was perfect. Lexi needed clothes to sleep in.

Dmitry practically ran to the guestroom to find her something he thought she would have worn as pajamas. Her room was plain and empty except for the few boxes Alexander had brought from her now vacant flat. Dmitry rummaged through her clothes finding a large t-shirt and pixie sized panties.

Returning to his room he practically tore off his clothes and carried Lexi to the bath. He slowly lowered them into the water, letting her adjust to the temperature. She started trembling but then calmed at Dmitry's soothing tone. "Its just a bath Alex. Relax and let me clean you." Let me care for you. Let me provide for you. Let me hold you, caress you, please you. Just please don't be broken.

It had been less than eight hours and she was already creeping in. He blamed his urgent physical need for Alex on their previous interactions at the cafe. Dmitry wanted her the moment he saw her standing behind the counter.




Traitor's Daughter Ch. 03



He felt his desire for her in every bone, muscle, tendon, ligament and nerve ending. He burned for her. Dmitry told himself he would put a stop to these feelings and moments of kindness as soon as she had healed completely.

He soaped his hands and gently glided them over her body. Touching every inch of her softness and committing it to his memory. Dmitry's erection pressed against her ass and he groaned at the thought of being inside her again. She had been dry but so unbelievably tight and warm...amazing.

Every time he ran his hands down her torso and between her legs Lexi cooed and squirmed against his throbbing cock. Dmitry soaped her sparse, trimmed and groomed pubic hair making sure to use the softest touches. She was a virgin. Who was she grooming for? The immediate feelings of jealousy and anger surfaced too quickly for him to stop his actions. Lexi yelped at the brutal pinch to her nipple and tight fist in her hair. She tried to smack his hand away from her breast, but only managed to slap her stomach. Dmitry squeezed harder causing her to let out a small cry bordering a sob.

It was probably that dick from the coffee shop. Brandon? Braden? He was flirting with her. Called her 'Yank'. Did he kiss her? Did they hang out after work? Did he have his fingers in her? No, she was a virgin. They couldn't have done much. Right? Get a hold of yourself!

He released her nipple and removed his hand from her hair. Shit! What the fuck did I do that for? Lexi tried to curl into a ball and turn onto her side and Dmitry immediately felt guilty. Wanting, no needing to kiss the hurt he turned her body to straddle him.

Dmitry lifted her until her nipple was at his mouth. He had wanted to kiss her breasts for weeks. Dmitry had dreamed about biting and tugging on her nipples until they were swollen and bright pink. He fantasized about coming on her smooth tits and watching her rub it into her skin. Dmitry wanted her to pull and squeeze them while he feasted on her pussy.

But in this moment he wanted the kiss to cure and soothe her injured flesh. Dmitry pressed his lips to her supple breast and slowly opened his mouth. He moaned at the taste of her.

Dmitry gently suckled pulling another soft whimper from Lexi. Her head lulled forward and her citrus smelling locks surrounded him forming a protective cocoon, locking the rest of the world out. Water ran down her body, over her breasts and stomach painting an erotic image that Dmitry would never forget. He continued to lathe her nipple just to hear her coos grow louder.

"She needs to rest Dmitry." Vascak words stopped his licking. He lowered Lexi to his body, pressing her against his chest. Dmitry lifted her head to stare at her. The stitches in Lexi's lip stuck out at odd angles and her eye was still forming a bruise. The warm temperature of the water caused the cut to puff and swell turning a light pink. I didn't need to hit her. I didn't need to rape her.

Dmitry stared at her mouth wondering how many boys or men wanted to suck on her lips or nip at her tongue. He wanted to torture them all.

*****

After their bath Dmitry dried her and smoothed her body with moisturizer, the same things he would do for his previous slaves. Willing slaves.

The huge bed made Lexi look even smaller.

Dmitry slid her panties up her legs pausing at her soft pink flesh. He wanted to taste her, nuzzle her, and force her to come on his tongue. Dmitry pulled her panties up before he lost control of himself completely. He grabbed her green t-shirt and dragged it over her head and body. The t-shirt had a picture of a frowning brontosaurus on it and in huge bright yellow letters it said, "ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD". Dmitry's lips twitched and he almost smiled.

Lexi confused him. Where are her designer clothes and shoes? Why was her flat so small and full of second hand furniture? Why does she wear all these geeky cheap clothes? Not that he minded her attire. Dmitry adored her nerdy clothes and attitude. It was part of her charm.

He tucked her into his bed and slid in next to her. Listening to her soft breathing he started to imagine what it would be like if he could love her. Would she smile at him? Would he make her laugh? How would they spend their time together? How would he hold her if he could love her?

He turned Lexi onto her side and spooned her, nuzzling her neck. I would hold her like this. He waited maybe twenty seconds before removing her clothes. No, I would hold her like this. Back on her side he pressed her body against him. Lexi was warm and so very soft. Dmitry glided his fingertips up and down her flat stomach tracing her navel and the swell of her breasts. After a few minutes he adjusted her position so her head rested on his chest and her body was secured to his side. I would also hold her like this. His fingers traced her spine and upper back. Dmitry cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed her firmness. He wanted her more than anything.

Dmitry had to quit touching her or he was going to lose all sense of control. Just one more. Dmitry moved her on top of him, spreading her legs to straddle his hips, resting her pussy against his shaft. He groaned when he realized she was wet. Had his touching affected her? This is sick! Fucking sick! But he couldn't stop himself. Dmitry grabbed her hips and started to move her slick heat against his cock. He just wanted to feel her, hear her breathing, and the sounds she makes when she's close to coming. Dmitry knew he couldn't come from something so innocuous. Why am I torturing myself?

He removed his hands and was about to tuck her back in when Lexi started moving her hips against him. She was panting and attempting to find the same angle and tempo. Her frantic searching had him hard as ice.

Lexi was gyrating all over his shaft. Her awkward movements were the hottest things he had ever felt or seen. Lexi's aggressive grinding bordered on bucking.

Dmitry grasped her hips and helped her find the right placement, holding her there but not moving her.

Lexi moved against him, up and down and sometimes in a circling motion. She was using him and he fucking loved it. Dmitry wrapped his arms around her upper back holding her chest in place only allowing her to work him with her hips. Lexi was almost thrusting, her little hips working so hard, curling up and down his pulsing cock. Oh God! Fuck Alex! Dmitry could hear his own loud breathing. He gripped her tighter, pinning her arms to his side.

When Lexi started making quick short movements he knew she was close. Dmitry wanted to come with her, inside her, all over her. "Christ Alex, you're so fucking sweet." Her pace increased and then she froze, every muscle tightening. Lexi was coming.

In a quiet voice she whispered, "Dmitry" just before liquid fire coated his cock. "Wh...what Alex? Wh... What did you say?" He knew what she said, the name she whispered, he heard her. The whisper replayed in his head over and over again. Dmitry's balls immediately drew up and his come raced out of him. Ropes and ropes of his seed shot between their bodies as if it was trying to escape him. Dmitry shouted her name and used her body to draw out every last drop.

*****

Minutes passed before their breathing returned to normal. When Dmitry reclaimed his senses and control he realized his arms were wrapped around her and he had been kissing the top of her head. Fuck! Why had she said his name?

Dmitry summed it up as residual memories from their interactions at the café. He knew she would never want him. He had brutalized her in every way and just took advantage of her unconsciousness. Dmitry turned them over and his heart stuttered to a stop.

Lexi's cheeks were a beautiful shade of light pink and her wild hair was matted to her sweaty forehead. He had never seen anyone so stunning. Even covered in bruises and with a stitch in her lip she was everything he had ever wanted.

This has to stop! She is fucking sucking me in! Dmitry rolled off of her and went to clean up. Rinsing off, he warmed a wet cloth for Lexi's body but could not bring himself to wash his seed from her body. Another mark. My mark. He wiped between her legs, lingering at her opening.

Dmitry let his come dry on her skin before replacing her clothing. The movements caused her arm to flop towards the edge of the bed and the lighting caught her tattoo. Dmitry lifted her wrist to get a better look.

A solid black almost leafless tree was tattooed from the edge of her palm, covering her wrist. The branches were dark and they weaved an intricate pattern, one turning into the other. Then he saw it, a long slightly puffy scar. The tattoo was meant to cover it. What the fuck? When did she do this? There was nothing about self-harming or a suicide attempt in the medical records Nadja found.

Lexi had suffered and at one point Lexi had lost all hope. The thought of her taking her own life unsettled him. She had everything. Everything that was taken from me. Why, why would she do this? He wanted to consider her a poor little rich girl but Lexi never acted spoiled. She was...normal.

Dmitry kissed her wrist and began tracing each branch of the tattoo with his index finger. Once branch was more menacing than the others. The color was a hint darker and the branch was sharp and curvy at the same time. It looped through the entire tree. Dmitry found its beginning and followed all its turns and points. No, no, no, no, no, no! He followed it from beginning to end again and again and again. It can't be. Why!? Why!? The branch spelled one word, one name. Dmitry.

****

Every emotion eclipsed the next but he found security in his anger, he understood anger. Dmitry slammed her wrist back to the bed. Grabbing her shoulders he started shaking her. "Wake up Traitor's Daughter! Why are you fucking with me?! Why is my name tattooed on your wrist?! Why are you fucking with me?! God damnit, wake the fuck up! Why are you fucking with me?!"

Lexi's limp body flopped back and forth. Dmitry shook her so hard her teeth clashed. The sound startled him and he dropped her.

Lexi was winning. She was weaseling her way in just like her father had. God damnit! Dmitry picked up his bedside lamp and threw it against the wall. How could I be so stupid, imagining us together, fucking holding her, making her come!

He crawled on top of her, straddling her hips. Dmitry thrust both fists in her hair and pulled. "Can you hear me Traitor's Daughter? You almost had me. Didn't you? I don't give a fuck what your name is Lexi Evans, Alex Winters you are nothing but a Traitor's Daughter. "

He pressed his forehead to hers. "You will pay when you are healed. I will whip every answer out of you. I will beat the kindness from your soul. I will fist every shred of innocence you have left. I will fuck the life out of you. You almost had me fooled." Dmitry had no clue why the tattoo enraged him but it made him feel like his vendetta agenda was falling apart. It felt like a ploy, a play to get to him. To fuck with him. It felt like something her father would do. A grandiose attempt at getting out of a dangerous situation. Was the scar for pity? Attention seeking? Did she do it cause he was after her?

He had to get away from her before his defenses collapsed entirely and his anger consumed him. All these fucking surprises. I can't keep up. Who the fuck is she? What am I to her? Lock her up and drink.

Dmitry sprang from the bed and tossed Lexi over his shoulder. He wanted to throw her back in the cell but the memory of her broken expression stopped him. Dmitry threw her onto the guestroom bed and covered her up.

"We will start over tomorrow Traitor's Daughter. You may have won tonight but the rest of your life is mine." Dmitry left the room locking her door.

As much as he wanted to blame her, Dmitry was furious with himself. He can't let his parent's deaths be in vain. He can't care for her. God Damnit! The anger surged again because he can't control what he is feeling for her. This has to stop. She almost had you.

He walked back to his room and picked up the phone.

I need to fuck someone. Get her fucking scent off me. Now! He dialed the same number he had dialed every time he needed an angry fuck while he was slave-less. She answered immediately. Like a good girl should. "Come over. Now." Dmitry demanded in a cold tone.

He heard the smile in her voice. "Why should I? You yelled at me in Vascak's clinic." He knew she would come to him, Nadja always did. She didn't have a choice. Pleasing Dmitry was not optional. "Now, Nadja or I will be forced to remind you why it is not wise to argue with me and even worse, to deny me." She was already leaving her house before he hung up.

Dmitry would bury himself in Nadja for hours and diminish any remaining thoughts of how wonderful it felt to touch Traitor's Daughter.



Traitor's Daughter Ch. 04



Hello All,

This is the resubmitted chapter. I want to thank my brilliant editor and Jennyb for inspiration and advice.

I hope you enjoy it. Please remember that this is a learning experience for me and all constructive criticism is welcome. -- thanks -- Tatum

TD4

*****

He used to love her like this; needy, greedy, in a rush to please him but now...her movements felt rehearsed, artificial, a performance and desperate. "Nadja stop." Dmitry knew it was useless, he regretted calling her the minute her oversexed unnatural body walked into his study. Before he met Alex he would have buried himself in Nadja for hours, days even, without hesitation. He needed this to happen, needed to forget touching Alex, her soft moans and the way she whispered his name. The fucking tattoo!

Dmitry let Nadja continue in hopes that her skills would bring the result he felt necessary to prove that Alex had not affected him so intensely. The last 24 hours felt like weeks, months and the events were blurring together; taking Alex, raping and abusing Alex, bathing Alex , cumming on Alex...Alex, Alex, Alex. He should be hard enough to cut a diamond but he was borderline flaccid, distracted and sinking deeper into images of Alex. Dmitry tried to focus on the wet warmth encasing his cock but his mind could only find thoughts of the abused drugged girl passed out in one of his guest rooms. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! This is fucking impossible!

Nadja was sex incarnate; long raven black hair, pale flawless skin, perfectly constructed tits and lips, endless legs and an air of seduction that men and women could neither rival nor refuse. Dmitry had seen her bring down politicians, destroy marriages, and somewhere along the line she may have even started a war or two. Nadja is conniving, cunning and controlled by her bitterness and pride, every thought calculated and every action a purpose, an insuppressible ego.

Instead of stopping Nadja doubled her efforts, slurping and moaning around his softening shaft. "Enough Nadja." She pulled away letting his barely stiffened length fall from her mouth, whipping away a string of saliva with the back of her hand.

"What's wrong?" With shaking sloppy hands, Dmitry tucked himself back into his pants, zipped and sagged into his chair.

"Nothing, too much to drink." Lie.

"It's her, isn't it?" Nadja's tone was bratty and accusatory, once again forgetting her place and age. Dmitry finding Alex was Nadja's worst nightmare; his years of obsessively looking for another had almost broken her. "I knew this would happen Dmitry. I knew the moment you found her you would weaken your resolve. You forget who she is and what is owed." Dmitry shot to his feet knocking Nadja to the ground, his large broad frame towering over her.

"How dare you speak to me about what is owed. You keep forgetting your fucking place Nadja. Get out. Go home." Nadja scrambled to her feet and tried to gain a handle on the situation and Dmitry's temper.

"I didn't mean to upset you. I just know she is a manipulator."

"Is that all you know Nadja? The information you provided me is lacking and her medical records are inconsistent. There was nothing in the documentation about cutting."

"This is what I am talking about. One suicide attempt and now you feel sorry for the little idiot." Realizing her mistake, Nadja grew pale, a deep frown crawling across her perfect face. Dmitry's hauntingly stoic expression evoked every image of Nadja's past punishments, she didn't know whether to run or to antagonize, considering Dmitry always fucked her for hours after a severe punishment.

He stalked towards her backing her into the wall, through gritted teeth he growled, "Nadja, I trusted you and the team you hired. I paid you and you gave me false information and incomplete records. How long had you known her whereabouts before you told me? How much information is missing?" Dmitry could see the pulse point in Nadja's neck speeding up and watched beads of sweat form on her top lip and forehead.

"I...I...was only trying to protect you Dmitry. Please, you have to understand. I knew once you met her you would change the plan, that you would...want her." The strength and entitlement in Nadja's voice had diminished replaced by anguish and despondency, just above a whisper.

Hearing the ache and hurt in Nadja's voice Dmitry realized the continuous mistake he'd been making, this was his fault. Even with all her disastrous character flaws, she had been loyal to Dmitry since their childhood. They had been through so much together and her loyalty never faltered. In the early years after he was rescued from the group home Nadja was waiting for him, plotting with him, and willing to try and fill infinite voids within him. In the aftermath of Anton's betrayal, Nadja became the glue that kept their small group of childhood friends together and loyal to each other. Dmitry, Nikoli and Amir had rebuilt their family empires together. Nadja's family hadn't lost everything but her trust fund took a hit and that was enough for her to resent the Winters family.

He knew she loved him in her own warped way and he had exploited it over and over again creating a physical attachment and a sense of relationship. She is jealous of his obsession with Alex; it is the only explanation for her actions. Dmitry backed away taking long deep calming breaths. "Your jealousy is my fault. I should not have called you. It continues to be misleading. My intentions for Alex have injured your pride and vanity and led to your betrayal. I will take ownership of this mistake, but just this once. Do you understand?"

Nadja nodded, the movement causing pooling tears to finally slide down her face. "I'm sorry Dmitry." He nodded and gave her a weak-reassuring smile.

"Aleksandr will take you home and collect all your records on Alex. Go home. We will talk in a few days."

*****

Swallowing another hefty shot Russo-Baltique, his second favorite coping skill, Dmitry headed to his bedroom in hopes of passing out. Dmitry's emotions were a rollercoaster of anger, regret, unease, insecurity, lust, hate and confusion; an inner turmoil that even skilled head and vodka could not settle. How could he have been so cruel, so inhumane and why does everything he should hate, have to be wrapped in something so beautiful and sweet? His mind was a vortex of chaos matching his overwhelmingly disturbing actions and fantasies from the last 24 hours. Dmitry felt nauseas at the memory of raping her but his cock hardened at the same time; Alex's vulnerability and defenselessness conjuring the vengeful sadist within him. I need to fucking pass out.

Dmitry wanted to sleep next to Alex, touch her, feel her warm skin, let her use his body again, watch his cum glisten on her stomach. He undressed, slipped on old grey flannel pajama pants, turned the volume up on the monitor for Alex's room and tried to sleep. A restless sleep, filled with images of Alex's torment, his huge brutal hands on her soft body, forcing his cock into her innocent small openings, hitting her, kicking her; he hated the man in his dreams.

****

At first he thought the whimpers were part of the dream, a drunken auditory hallucination and tried to pass back out. The whimpers turned into sobs, familiar sobs and Dmitry jumped out of his bed and began running down the hallway. Instinct carried him, lifting one foot and placing it in front of the other, repeat, faster, repeat. Almost reaching her door he realized the key to her room was back in his bedroom. FUCK!!! Sprinting to his room he grabbed the key and headed back without hesitation. Jamming the key into the lock and twisting harder than necessary, the door flew open. Lexi was twisted in the bed sheets and crying loudly, limbs flailing. Her face was a creased and distorted mask of agony and torment, a vivid nightmare. Dmitry had lost control of his actions; all muscles and thoughts became involuntary. His movements were restrained, instead of yanking her out of the sheets he carefully and gently unwound her, dodging kicks and punches.

Dmitry scooped Lexi's small body into his arms and cuddled her on his lap, rocking her back and forth. "Shh, shh, shh. Just a dream. Shh, Shh." Lexi's sobs continued and developed into incoherent slurred sentences, increasing the fear and distress in her voice. A familiar endless stinging pain returned to Dmitry's stomach and spread to his chest, scraping across his heart and lungs. The boys had nightmares. The boys screamed. The boys cried. I did this. He began rubbing her back in gentle comforting strokes and repeating, "just a dream, just a dream", over and over again. Dmitry was plagued with confusion and warring emotions, needing to protect, and to hate, nothing made sense anymore. Thrown between his need to abuse Lexi and his desire for everything about her, his emotions and concern for her were slowly becoming an affliction. Her cries softened and she hiccoughed into Dmitry's chest, slowly falling back into a calm sleep. Dmitry lifted her chin, raising her tear stained face. "Why can't you just be a girl I met in a coffee shop? Why do you have to be his daughter?"

At that moment of seriousness, Lexi sniffled noisily, crinkling her snot filled nose, the sound was loud, gross and almost comical, causing Dmitry to smile. An adorable mess. Deciding he could stay with her for a while, he tucked them both back into her bed, refusing to let her go.

*****

Lexi woke to warm heavy breaths against her neck creating goose bumps over her entire body. She was groggy, attempted movements were delayed and weighted. The bird's eye view of her situation had disappeared and she was brought crashing back to reality; the Bentley, the dark room, Dmitry raping her, the cell, and the doctor. She wanted to scream, cry, puke, run...forget. Her temporary mental escape was destroyed by the huge hulking body next to her. Lexi tested her movements again and waited to see if they would wake the Russian monster, but he was passed out, deep breaths, and sweating. Sleeping evil giant. She was able to sit up slowly and scan the room, spotting a number of her belongings and the open door. This is my chance. It is now or never!

Sliding out of the bed and standing only reinforced her drug-induced state and she wobbled and floundered towards several boxes. Focus Lexi. Focus. You can do this. Shoes, you need shoes. Lexi could still hear Dmitry's deep breathing as she opened one of the boxes, cardboard rubbing against cardboard. Bingo! Adidas! Removing the shoes from the box she had to sit to put them on, standing on one leg was not an option right now.

Struggling back onto her feet she tiptoed through the doorway into a sunlit hallway. Daytime, shit. What time is it? Has it even been 24 hours? Are there other people here? Is that witch Nadja here? Who cares, just fucking move! The hallway seemed endless and her dizziness caused pictures to sway, forcing her to brace her body against the wall, sliding to another doorway. Bathroom, nope. Lexi moved farther down the hall into what appeared to be an open sitting area with grandiose wall sized paintings, huge windows and plush dark leather furniture, spewing luxury. Stumbling around the room she tried opening each window only to find them locked or she lacked the strength and coordination to pry them open. Lexi made it across the room and through a set of open French doors walking into an enormous modern kitchen.

The counters were dark granite with rich wooden cabinets, stainless smart appliances and a matching kitchen island. The room was sleek perfection, everything meshed together in a gross display of wealth and modern technology. Lexi began opening drawers looking for bread or anything to settle her stomach and help with the dizziness. Moving towards the kitchen island she noticed a large knife block, knowing she was vulnerable and defenseless, she grabbed the largest horror movie knife she could find.

*****

Dmitry could not remember the last time he woke up feeling this rested. He always slept but repose eluded him, too many racing thoughts, plans and the ever-present fear of returning nightmares. He stretched in the guestroom bed and felt rejuvenated, recharged, a bear waking from hibernation. Dmitry missed the warmth of Alex's body and reached for her only to find a cool rumpled sheet and frumpy pillow. He sighed, knowing she was out of bed wandering the house most likely looking for a means of escape.

Alex would never find a way out, the house is locked and secure, bulletproof glass windows, panic rooms with complete intel systems, steel or thick wooden doors with reinforced security, cameras; a fortress. Getting out of bed wishing the night hadn't ended, he headed out to look for his reluctant captive.

*****

It took Dmitry only a few minutes to find her standing in the kitchen, a disheveled mess that did not fit the polished aura of the glossy room. Lexi looked wild, her out of control auburn hair, the green t-shirt dwarfing her five-foot frame, and her dark chocolate eyes scanning the room in search of an exit, the bruising eye and sutures only adding to the fray. She appeared out of sorts and still very under the influence of the sedative Vascak had given her. Lexi's stance was awkward, her thin legs unsure of their footing, shoulders slumping, barely holding onto the knife in her hand. Her laces were untied and she wasn't wearing any socks. Lexi was an adorable erratic mess and Dmitry wanted to Manuel Farrera the fucking guts out of her.

Smiling he commanded, "Put the knife down Alex." Her hands shook uncontrollably and she tried to glare but only tears would pool to the surface. No.No.No. I can do this. I am Mallory Knox. I am Marie from High Tension. I can do this.

Pulling from her emotional reserves she managed to stop shaking, gripped the knife tighter and lifted her chin in defiance. He wanted to laugh at her but stopped himself, not wanting to torment her further; she was trying to be so brave.

"Do you think you can do it Alex? Do you think you can cut my skin? Cause me to bleed? Even, kill me?" The blade began to shake again. "You can't do this Alex." His voice was calm and controlled almost too sure of himself.

"St...st...stay back. I will do it, I swear." Dmitry moved forward slowly as if cornering a wild wounded animal.

"Give me the knife Alex. You can't do this. You're not a killer."

"No, I'm not. But you are Dmitry. Aren't you?" She didn't know if it was the residual medication, the hours of torture, or the murder of her mother, but somehow a slurring delirious Mallory Knox pulled through and Lexi sang every word. "You made my shit list." Lexi lunged at him, her actions and words catching Dmitry completely off guard giving Lexi time to strike. The knife bit into his forearm causing the tip to stick in the skin and for the knife to almost slip through her fingers, Lexi froze. Eyes wide she watched the blood bloom onto his skin and form a small stream dripping to the floor, she flinched away. Dropping the knife she covered her mouth with both hands and shook her head frantically, trying to wrap her barely lucid mind around what had just happened.

Their eyes met and Dmitry looked shocked for a moment almost exposed or defenseless; a wounded warrior, a vulnerable gladiator, a chink in his armor. The moment lasted mere seconds before his expression turned to stone. Lexi watched in horror as Dmitry grabbed a kitchen towel and began to wrap it around his forearm. I'm dead. This is it. He's going to kill me and it won't be quick. Just like mom. At that thought, Lexi bolted from the kitchen, terror and adrenaline propelling her every step.

*****

Dmitry glowered, he had planned to show her the property today, go over the rules, and her place, not treat a stab wound or chase down his newly acquired prisoner. What did he expect? Alex hates him, and she should. Dmitry's brutality in the last 24 hours, the lingering questions about her past and the tattoo, forced him to want to slow his harsh treatments. He almost wanted to let the stabbing slide because he knew how much he deserved it but that kind of behavior cannot be repeated. Alex has to learn and accept there is no escape, he can't and won't ever let her go. Regardless of his desires, his attraction to all her awkwardness, and shy personality, she was his captive, his slave. The little sprite fucking stabbed me. Why would I think she wouldn't stab me? Of course she would, I raped and abused her and she thinks I killed her mother.

*****

Not knowing where she was going and still foggy Lexi looked for any signs of a door or window leading outside. Running back down the hallway she tried pulling and pushing on every door she found. Lexi reached another open area, tiled floors, flowers, a large area rug and the front door! She pulled on the thick metal handle but it wouldn't budge. Lexi could see Dmitry's shadow growing on the wall, gaining on her and knew she was running out of time and options.

"Stay away from me!" she screamed. He was taking his time, walking at a slow pace as if he had nowhere else to be and not a care in the world. Lexi stumbled around the foyer searching for anything to use as a weapon, a vase, a candlestick, anything. Because I fucking dropped the knife. Idiot! Welcome to Escape Planning 101: Don't drop your damn weapon. I am that girl; the girl everyone hates in the horror movies. The girl who drops her weapon...the girl usually killed at the beginning. Dmitry grabbed her arm just before she reached a vase of flowers. "Let me go!"

Pinning her to his 6 foot 6 inch frame, Dmitry held her to him while she struggled in his arms. "Please let me go! I won't attack you again. I promise, just please let me go. I can't stay here!" Lexi burst into sobs and wails, her body convulsing into his hard torso. Dmitry's chest burned at the thought of causing her this much pain and suffering, shattering his armor of cold indifference and stoic expression. Don't break. "I'm not going to hurt you right now Alex." Please stop fighting me and just let me hold you. Lexi lost it and in a tirade of teary screams she could no longer hold back her words. "YOU LIAR! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER! YOU KILLED MY MOM! YOU FUCKING RAPED ME! YOU FUCKING BEAT ME AND LET THAT DOCTOR FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU LET RUSSIA'S VERY OWN CRUELLA DEVILLE HIT ME! YOU ARE JUST LIKE THEM DMITRY JUST LIKE THE PEOPLE WHO DID THIS TO YOU!"

That was it, all she had left, every ounce of energy leaving her body attached to her broken defeated words. Her strikes and punches slowly became slaps and sloppy shoves that would never make a difference, she was done. Nothing left.

Lexi ceased struggling and let the tears and pain overtake her mind and body as she leaned into him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. It had been so long since anyone had held her, touched her, a now fictitious counterfeit foreign gesture only offered by her tormentor.

They stood like that for what seemed like hours, her small body pressed against and surrounded by his enormous cage. Dmitry had been planning this for weeks, wondering what it would be like to be next to her, to hold her, to finally touch her and in turn he fucking abused her, the sutures in her lip and bruised eye proof of his cruelty.

Why didn't he just take Alex when Nadja found her? Why did he keep going back to the coffee shop to watch her? Taunt her? Things wouldn't be this complicated if he would have just taken her. He wouldn't have to force himself to hate her.

Revenge had always been the plan but it was a hostile bitter game and he was no longer confident in his cause.

Dmitry never wanted the moment to end but he had too many questions for Lexi, his impatience causing him to break their contact. "Alex, I need to ask you some questions before you have to take your next dose of pain medication. We have to talk."




Traitor's Daughter Ch. 04



*****

Dmitry walked Lexi back to her room after reassuring her that he would not hurt her... for now. She was still very apprehensive and weary but what choice did she have; no energy, no escape, no savior, no guardian angel, she didn't even know where she was. "Sit on the bed Alex." Lexi immediately complied not wanting to give him any reason to change his mind about hurting her. "Alex, I know you don't want to believe this and it will be difficult to accept but you will never leave here. You are mine and escape is impossible. I found you once. I can find you again. Your quality of life here depends on your behavior and actions." Lexi tensed and Dmitry could see the panic rising in her expression, needing to assuage her before the dread and fear consumed her thought process. "Alex, I will not rape you again and I will never beat you like I did last night. But I will punish you in the future for any infractions." Scowling, Dmitry lifted his wrapped wounded arm as an example. "Alex-

"Please don't call me Alex". Lexi's hushed defeated tone interrupted his insensitive dialogue. "I am no longer Alex Winters. Alex had a beautiful mother and a cruel father. There is no one left to know her. You and your friends made sure of that. All that's left is this mess you created, Lexi Evans." Her tone wasn't belligerent or antagonistic; she was sad and emotionally trampled, barely holding on. "She was beautiful you know that. My mom was a bright light in this dark destructive world. And you...you killed her." Dmitry started to move closer wanting to explain that he was not the one behind her mother's murder, to explain that he hadn't even ordered Helen's capture.

"Alex, and yes I will only call you Alex. That is your name, you are his daughter. Lexi is fictional, a cover, camouflage, something to hide behind and you can no longer hide. Alex, I did not kill your mother. What happened to your mother was someone else's decision." Dmitry could feel an apology for her loss creeping along his vocal cords but forced it down. No one apologized for my losses. Sympathy is nonexistent now, and pity is superficial.

"Then why did that woman say that you killed her? Why did she say that my mother was tortured and begged for my life?" Dmitry didn't want to rehash the details of her mother's death so he kept it as simple and as curt as possible.

"Alex, your mother's death was a suicide. That is all you need to know." Alex stared up into his piercing blue eyes looking for any signs of deceptions or lies but he just stared calmly back at her. Dmitry's dirty blonde hair was still sleep tousled and his bare broad chest was covered in red marks from her struggles, highlights from their aggressive deranged morning.

Alex couldn't help the thoughts of somewhere people were living normal lives; grocery shopping, soccer games, picking kids up from school, watching movies, walking down a busy street, people watching, every mundane action she would never experience ever or again. And there she sat in a foreign room, her remaining belongings in boxes, a future abruptly interrupted, dreams deferred and terminated, and a powerful man telling her she is mere property. I never had a chance.

"Alex, when did you try to commit suicide and why is my name covering the scar?" Dmitry's voice halted her daydreams, the question forcing her to remember past anguish, desolation and hopelessness, the moment she never liked to remember. "Alex, you need to answer me."

*****

"Before you killed my father he arranged for me to live with "friendly" families. People he hadn't had a chance to betray yet. They kept me safe but never acknowledged me. I was a burden, especially after my father's betrayal became common knowledge. The families knew you were looking for me and I was moved around from house to house, city to city. The last family I was with kept me in a separate wing of their house. At first it was fine, I didn't mind being on my own; meals arrived, I was allowed outside, and tutors came everyday for a few hours. But that was my only contact. After a while I could not take the loneliness. I couldn't make friends or date anyone because I wasn't allowed off the property and I was afraid you would hurt any friends I made if you found me." Alex looked up at Dmitry with an anxious expression but he just nodded for her to continue.

"It was my 16th birthday, which is supposed to be a big deal. No one told me happy birthday, no one even cared if I was alive. I couldn't fight the emptiness any longer and I just wanted to be with my mom, so I tried to join her. I guess I wasn't welcome because I remember waking in the ICU to a doctor saying, 'The world still needs me.' Whatever that meant." Alex shrugged. "No matter what the therapists told me or what anti-depressants I was put on, nothing could erase, fill or remove the loneliness. I was discharged back to my own personal solitude, back to the family that didn't want me. That was what kept running through my mind, no one wanted me. Except you." Alex wrapped her arms around herself and tried to keep her emotions hidden.

"You see, when I would be at my lowest I would think about how at least you wanted me. You cared if I was alive. You were looking for me even if you just wanted to hurt me. It was the only thing that got me through each day. When I turned 18 I moved to Scotland, the only place my father's legacy hadn't tainted, got a flat, a job, and the tattoo. Your name over my scar, you were looking for me, I was not alone." Alex sucked in a deep breath, the last 24 hours exhausting her, pushed to her limits.

"Do you have any idea what that is like...the only person that gives you a reason to live is the one person that wants to see you die?" She looked at Dmitry and for a brief moment their pained expressions collided before he quickly looked away. He stood abruptly as if running from her words or the uncomfortable silence.

"I will have breakfast prepared. You need to shower and take your medication." He walked to her boxes and pulled out panties, bra, skinny jeans and another lame-tastic t-shirt with the words DON'T STOP BELIEVING next to a picture of Bigfoot.

Alex watched him walk away and she didn't know why she couldn't stop herself from speaking and the words flew out of her mouth. "I saw your picture when I was 17. It was sent to the family so they knew who to look for, even though it was dated and old, the description helped. You were a lot younger in the photo and I studied your features for hours... I thought you were the most beautiful boy I had ever seen." It was the truth she just wished it hadn't slipped out.

Dmitry was beautiful, tall rugged yet edgy, deep tranquil blue eyes, full lips, chiseled features, and a cool confident bravado. The tension in the room paralleled the previous hours of confusion and pain. "I should have known it was you that kept coming back to the coffee shop. Your accent, your size, your eyes. I kept thinking such a beautiful man could go anywhere for black coffee and ice water but you kept coming in and talking to me. I would see you smile at me sometimes and it seemed so real. Was there anything I could have done differently to make you change your mind about me, about who I am? To make you see that I am not my father?" He froze in his step and the muscles on his expansive toned back tensed.

"Get in the shower Alex."

*****

Standing under the steaming water Alex wanted to kick herself in the shins for letting an adolescent ideal of Dmitry slip out of her mouth. He is no longer the beautiful young man from the photo. He is her rapist, her abuser, and now her owner. What is wrong with me? I should hate him? Why do I have a distorted version of who he is burned in my brain? Was it the residual attraction from the moment she met him in the coffee shop? Was it an adolescent fantasy that she clung to? Is it the abuse he suffered? Doesn't matter, he has taken me and tortured me. You will never leave here. You are mine and escape is impossible. Alex had no other choice but to believe him, he will never let her go. She will never go to college, have a career, fall in love, marry or raise a family; this is where her life will end. No Valentines Day, no New Years Eve kiss, no promises of trips to Paris, no white dress. Alex had been alone for years only to be faced with the reality of never being loved again. Only to be hated.

Alex curled into a ball on the bathtub floor and wept.

*****

Leaning close to the monitor Dmitry watched Alex appraise and inspect her injuries in the bathroom mirror. She pressed around her bruised eye and fiddled with the sutures in her lip, a deep frown marring her face. Her lip would scar and hopefully so would his arm, he deserved it. Dmitry was surprised at his ability to push his fury away once she stabbed him, a superficial wound but her shocked and scared expression halted his anger.

Dmitry needed all the facts before he continued to hurt her emotionally and physically. He knew that Nadja had doctored Alex's records; he knew that Alex has suffered under Anton and abandonment, but he also knew that she was his daughter...a fact that he would never forget. At the moment he was able to stomp out his anger but he didn't know for how long. She is Alex Winters, his daughter, the traitor's daughter. The years of abuse he suffered would never allow him to see past her last name, her genetics, her relation to the man who was responsible for the death of his parents. Roughly running his fingers through his thick blonde hair, he didn't want to think about the pain. Right now he just wanted to get lost in watching Alex shower and bathe herself.

Dmitry groaned when Alex leaned down to turn on the water for the shower, giving him a perfect view of her firm little rounded ass in the mirror. She climbed into the shower, pulling the curtain closed. Standing directly under the spray but keeping her face down, she let the water run all over her body for mere seconds before she sank to the floor, hugged her knees and started to cry. Her whimpers were faint, defeated, and her body shook with her quiet sobs; reality sinking in.

She was crying, bruised and welted and Dmitry was hard as ice. Fuck!

Well she is mine.

*****

Alex's head shot up as the shower curtain was yanked open. Dmitry towered over her, a naked imposing giant. "Stand up Alex." She wiped her tears off her cheeks with the back of her hands and stood shakily.

"You...you...you are naked? You...you said you wouldn't hurt me."

"I know what I said Alex." Dmitry stepped into the shower invading her space and pressing up against her, his swollen shaft pushing into her. Lifting her chin he examined her bruised swollen eye and split lip, moving her face from side to side. "Turn around."

Alex started to tremble as her mind raced with memories of the dark room, the unbearable pain, crawling to her cell as he kicked her. "Please...you said you wouldn't hurt me."

Leaning down, getting in her face Dmitry growled, "Turn. Around. Now." Alex stared into his eyes too terrified to move, frozen in fear and confusion. Grabbing her shoulders he whipped her around, "Put your hands on the wall." Alex obeyed immediately, not that she had a choice in the matter, he's too big, too strong, and too ruthless.

"Please Dmitry, don't do this. I...I hurt. I can't take it. Please." She continued to shake and beg in every way possible but he said nothing. Alex screamed when he grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards him, resting his engorged cock between her cheeks.

Dmitry spread her open and began gliding his shaft back and forth over her traumatized little hole. "Do you hurt here Alex?"

"YES! Please don't do this Dmitry! Please!" He pushed and ground against her a few more times before guiding the swollen head to her sex entry. "Do you hurt here Alex?"

"YES! P...pl...please stop." Too afraid to cry, too scared to move, she could only beg for a nonexistent mercy that she would never be granted. Dmitry left his cock in the threatening position and began gliding his hands up and down her hips and ribs, softly almost gently...possessively. He liked watching his huge hands roam her tiny frame, gliding over his marks, his bruises. So fucking hard. Dmitry hated the fact that he beat her so savagely but could not deny the powerful aphrodisiac the marks ignited within him.

He slowly moved his hand over her tummy down to her abused flesh, "Spread your legs Alex." Hoping if she complied he wouldn't slam into her again Alex widened her stance, her legs a little more than shoulder width apart.

"Please...you said-

"Do you hurt here Alex?" Dmitry cut her off as his long fingers applied pressure to her clit and circled slowly. She was tender but not to the point of irritation or pain, just a dull ache, a constant pulse. Alex yelped the second his fingers pinched her clit. "Answer."

"No, not there." Bending over her, he bit into Alex's shoulder causing her to cry out and jerk away.

"Good." Dmitry yanked her back and spun her around to face him. Heat and a boiling fever spread throughout his body. Growling like a deranged rabid animal he picked her up and shoved her into the hard tile wall, the surprise ripping the air from her lungs. "Wrap your legs around me Alex." Trying to catch her breath and get a grip on what was happening she failed to follow his command. Pulling her away from the wall he smacked her back against it, shocking and jarring her senses. "Your fucking legs! Now!" This time Alex did not hesitate. She wrapped her legs around his hips as her head dropped to his shoulder.

One arm under her ass supporting her, Dmitry aligned his length against her outer flesh. When he raped her it was out of anger and pain, this was different, uncontrollable; raw, primal and aggressive. He wanted to bite her, lick her, spank her, kiss her, smack her, grab her, shake her, whip her, impregnate her, FUCKING RUT HER! Dmitry could hear his growls of agony and lust bouncing off the walls in fierce echoes but did nothing to stop it. Using his other hand he gripped Alex's hip holding her in place and he started moving against her clit. "Ah! Dmitry!"

Dmitry tucked her body into him moving her up and down his shaft, forcing himself not to enter her. He could feel the hard little ridge of her clit as he ground into her over and over again. Too soon! Too fucking close!

Alex's legs started clenching his waist tighter and tighter and he could hear her pants as they mimicked her breaths from the night before. She's close. Oh fuck she's wet. So fucking sweet. The idea of Alex taking any enjoyment from his rough treatment spurred him on pushing him off the cliff of rationality. My body to use. My prisoner. My fucking property.Wrapping his large hand around her throat he pinned her back against the wall. Squeezing her neck, "You can breathe when you cum." Lexi's eyes widened in terror and she began scratching at his wrists and hands, her actions only increasing his urgent movements. Dmitry was the ultimate predator and his prey had eluded him for too long, he would no longer hide in the grass, now he would devour her. Staring into her eyes he tightened his grip again, cutting off her air supply completely. "Cum Alex and I will let you breathe." Dmitry powered into her, grinding hard and fast, relentless.

Dmitry had never felt so out of control, never been this hungry for someone, never wanted to claim someone so desperately. He was growling and grunting through each thrust pushing harder and harder.

Alex's whole body tensed, her knee caps tucking up against his ribs as she exploded, her body convulsing and shuttering against him. Dmitry released her throat and instantly began licking and biting her neck giving praise as she gasped for air. "Such a good little girl covering my cock in all your cum."

Alex collapsed into his body as he gripped under her knees spreading her wide and pressing her legs towards the wall. "Put your back against the wall NOW!" Using the last of her strength Alex sat up straight and pressed her back into the cold tile. Pinning her and holding her completely still Dmitry pumped against her, cum racing up his cock. "Alex, Oh fuck Alex." Dmitry's vision blurred and his legs shook with the intensity of his orgasm, cum landing on her collarbone, the shower wall, her neck and breasts. He wanted to howl his release at the moon, he wanted his cum to stain and tattoo her body, he wanted his seed to burn into her flesh; his in every way.

His body suddenly weak completely drained, his legs began to give out and he lowered them to the shower floor, his arms now wrapped tightly around her.

The room spun, Alex had nothing left and she slowly passed out nuzzling into his chest. Dmitry's Adrenaline slowly tapered off leaving a faint simmering friction that poked at his warring emotions. He wouldn't think about it now, she is Alex in this moment and Traitor's Daughter was an afterthought...for now. Do you know what that is like....the only person that gives you reason to live is the one person that wants to see you die?

Deciding that Alex had taken all she could and had given everything she had in the last 24 hours, he began rocking her back and forth, holding her close as the water poured over them. Mine.

Forever

*******

"I knew you would come. I knew you would find me." Helen wept into his shoulder. "She is safe my Love, she is safe. Anton let us leave." He cupped her face as tears spilled from her eyes. Swallowing past the lump in his throat he kissed her forehead and finally exhaled. She was here in his arms again, his again. "We have to leave now Helen, we have to leave her behind. I can't fake both your deaths and I can't hide both of you." Helen struggled against his broad chest and tried to push out of his embrace. "Then you should have chosen her. She's a defenseless child. How could you leave her behind?" Pulling her back into his body he tried to explain. "She is safe with a new identity. They are still looking for Alex Winters. You would have been dead by morning. We have time to figure out how to get her and continue to hide her. I can't live without either of you but I had to save you tonight. She has time. You do not. Please understand. I can't lose you again and I can't make it another 13 years without you." Realizing he was right and trusting him to save Alex, Helen burrowed back into his chest, "I have missed you so much. I can't survive another day without you." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed. "It is done. Leaving now."



Traitor's Daughter Ch. 05



Hello All, 

3rd attempt, hope it's approved. This chapter should not be read without reading the previous 4 due to several references to the past....and I will apologize now, I didn't have an editor until chapter 3.

I have an amazing brilliant editor now !!! Endless gratitude!!! Having some issues with formatting so when you see these  that's inner monologue/thoughts or a memory. 

Sorry for the delay, life happens. I hope you enjoy TD5 and thank you for reading. 

-Tatum 



******

"Anton, it doesn't matter. I love him. Why can't you just accept it?" Helen tried to twist and jerk out of Anton's tightening grip on her shoulders. "Let me go! I do not love you and never will. You can't buy me or convince me that you have ever been genuine. Look how you treated all the girls at school, look at what you want to do to your friend." His fingers dug into her exposed shoulders constricting with her every breath...fucking snake.

"Those were just college hook-ups. Helen, I love you and I always have." Helen could hear his anger simmering just below the surface of his condescending tone. She knew he was lying. Anton was too obsessed with himself to care for anyone else. He had always been the perpetual smooth talker, slithering into their circle of friends and she never understood why Leo adored him, always buying into his false enthusiasm, never a cloudy day with Anton.



Things were changing, Helen had noticed immediately after graduation that Anton was turning into something toxic, his words poison and his venomous actions burned and scarred anyone in his tracks. What started as minor financial advising for Leo and his connections had now turned into an entry-level seat at the Bratva table. Anton's ego and power grew with rapid escalation and his bogus phony kindness and warmth shedding away exposing his deceitful narcissistic true nature. His negative attributes only enhanced as the years passed; now at 27 he was completely controlling and cruel.

Anton smiled as if he had a million secrets and Helen knew a potent violent strike was coming, "He's a professor and owns a farm. You can't be serious Helen? Little naïve Helen. I worry for you, honestly I do. What kind of life will you have with Drew? I will be able to give you anything you want." It was the same things he had been spewing to their group of friends for the past few years, trying to convince them that Drew was below their standards, as if his association would lower their status. It was a ploy to get Helen to leave him but it would never work. They all loved Drew. He was kind, compassionate, loyal and would do anything for his friends. He didn't desire the luxuries that were attached to Leo and Anton's lifestyle. Drew liked researching, teaching and solving problems, the investigative aspect of searching for solutions and his middle class upbringing kept him grounded and centered. 

After Helen's parents were killed in a tragic car accident during her freshman year of college, Drew had held her while she shattered into a million pieces holding each shard, particle and fragment as if they were priceless. Day after day he helped put her back together until the cracks were sealed and impenetrable. The intensity of their devotion to each other was adored and embraced by their small group of friends...except for Anton. He wanted her the moment he saw her, not just for her beauty and spark but also because of the way she looked at Drew; a look of unconditional love and adoration, an endless gratitude.

"I only want him." Anton cringed at the honesty and sincerity in Helen's voice. He knew her words were true yet he still believed that she would eventually fall in love with him, worship the ground he walked on, and never think of Drew again.

"Now listen young lady." The deep harsh accented voice coming from behind her caused Helen to wince in realization, she wasn't going anywhere. "You will marry Anton Winters because he demands it and because if you don't Drew will be dead by morning." A gut-wrenching sob tore from Helen's chest as the truth of the crony's words hit home, chipping away and spreading new cracks within her. Her body tried to convulse forward but Anton still held her shoulders and watched as the pained expression on her face morphed into something between agony and despair.

"You could do that Anton? You could kill your friend? How could you even think about killing him?" Helen's words were spoken as if she was running out of breath, running out of time, running from him and running out of options.

"Anyone in my way is forfeit." That moment and those words confirmed what Helen suspected, he knows. Anton had found out about her and Drew's plans to elope in a private ceremony in a few weeks. That is why he dragged her to this hotel, for the use of the open courtyard, botanical gardens and subtle fountains. Anton opened a long white box with gold trim and pulled out her simple wedding dress, "I had this picked up from your apartment this morning. Go and put it on Helen."

She burst into sobs and dry heaves...Drew, Drew, Drew. She knew they would kill him; Anton and his new cohorts had come up quick and relentlessly. Helen hated herself for not pulling away years ago. The idea of Drew no longer existing in this world killed her and she could no longer hold back the vomit, throwing up into the hotel ice bucket.

They were married moments later with only Anton's family and a few of their friends in attendance. The only sympathy coming from Leo, "I'm sorry Helen. I tried to talk him out of this but he refuses to listen and doesn't care about what any of us say. He's growing more powerful every day and get what he wants and he has always wanted you." It was the truth and Helen knew it. She had always tried to keep a distance from Anton, always turning away his advances.

A young boy raised his arms to Leo pleading to be picked up and Helen's eyes pooled with new tears at the thought of the family she would never have with Drew. Dmitry was Leo's world and had been the center of his universe for the last 6 years. Another sharp bite of anguish intertwined with Helen's already broken state...Drew would have made an amazing father.

"I promise you, I will make sure Drew is safe. I won't let anything happen to him and I will tell him of the choice you had to make. He will understand. I'm sorry Helen, this is all my fault." Leo would always blame himself for introducing Anton to their friends but he would regret allowing him to meet his connections even more.

"I will never love him Leo."

"I know Helen."

"I will never survive him."

"Don't say that. Just don't make things hard on yourself little Helz on Wheels." Leo tried for a smirk hoping she might smile at the use of her nickname but Helen just stood arms wrapped around her stomach...defeated.

"Please explain to Drew that I did not have a choice." The sobs began again.

"I will."





Traitor's Daughter Chapter 5



     Alex stared at the ceiling as her mind steadily pushed through the haze and fog of her current situation...again; pain medication wearing off and reality creeping back in. She had painted a thousand different murals for the bare, white, clinical and cold ceiling but they would never come to fruition. Every morning she stared at this same blank canvas attempting to understand how her mind allowed her to believe the Russian god from the coffee shop was not Dmitry.

       Alex couldn't comprehend why her thoughts decided to warp Dmitry's need to find her into something storybook or something that could save her from the constant barrage of loneliness. Yeah, a real Nicholas Sparks novel in the making.

       It's not like she truly believed in happily ever after, her parent's marriage was a prime example of how it most likely never happens. Alex knew now that anything she ever fantasized about regarding Dmitry's plans were false and her mind's way of coping with the inevitable. The instant his fist connected with her mouth Alex knew she had romanticized his intentions and what her future would really be like. As if an artificial intelligence formed in her brain, planting ideas until they rooted so deep that she could not weed them out. But this was not Inception, no Italian singer and no "kick" to pull her out of this nightmare.

       Her thought process had been her best defense but the years of hiding and constant looking over her shoulder had taken a toll on her psyche. Alex's mind wanted a rest, just wanted to be calm and not over think each step, move and decision. Her life had been a relentless game of chess, her Pons gone, queen dead and no knight to rescue her.

       As soon as she turned 18 she bailed form the states and moved to Scotland, escaping her father's name, leaving behind the families that never wanted her and the distant relatives that could never claim her. Alex just wanted a normal life, no longer in hiding but still a little guarded. Brilliant idea. Hiding out in the open.

       Alex's afternoon naps were becoming a constant occurrence due to the high dose Vascak had prescribed her and every time she woke she found herself back in pajamas or just in a t-shirt and panties. The idea of Dmitry undressing her caused new forms of anxiety and embarrassment to the point she started begging him not to make her take the pills...never arguing just pleading. Alex didn't like waking up not knowing what happened while she was sedated especially on the afternoons when she woke with sweat dampened hair and sore muscles. Nothing was worse than when she woke and used the restroom only to discover her pubic hair had been removed and vomited into the sink because she was mid-wipe...a mild nervous breakdown followed. Strange that Dmitry was almost kind to her that day...fucker!.

       Lying in bed replaying their every interaction only made her angry with herself for believing her situation would be anything other than what it truly was...abuse, slavery, and unending suffering. She wanted to destroy any romantic ideas she ever had, delete every Hannah Howell book she ever downloaded, erase all romantic comedies she had seen and rewrite all the bullshit fairytales.

Fuck the Murrays!

Lloyd Dobler is a liar!

Eat a dick Cinderella!

You left her in the fucking cave English Patient!

"You jump, I jump right?" A couple of assholes.

I hope those candles burn your house down Jake Ryan!



     Every day she was starting to hate Dmitry more and more. At first she tried excusing his behavior because of the trauma he had to endure, blaming her father for Dmitry's sins, convincing herself that he couldn't help himself. It was all bullshit, everything is a choice and he chose to hit, rape and lock her away from the rest of the world. At 19 Alex's life was already ending...at least that's how it felt.

       She had been following all Dmitry's instructions and rules; sitting on the floor next to him, speaking when spoken too or if asked a question and behaving accordingly. And no stabbing. Kicking off the covers in a fitting and just tantrum Alex stood from the bed and headed to her small en suite. Appraising her healing injuries in the bathroom mirror only incensed and aggravated her anger. The bruises had faded leaving only a hint of an altercation. The swelling was gone and the discoloration under her eye and around her mouth was barely noticeable, stitches had dissolved and it no longer hurt to move her lips.

       Throwing her hair into a messy bun she caught a glimpse of her tattoo, the black ink reminding her of her stupidity and naïveté. Don't they say a relationship is doomed if you get a name tattooed? This was fucked at jump street. What relationship?. Frowning down at her wrist and wishing she could rub the ink off was new to Alex. She had always considered it a tribute or reminder that someone cared...but no one did. 

     Throwing on clothes that she was pretty sure were clean Alex headed out of her room to confront her demon in his study. They had made a deal and she was hoping he would honor it. Doubt it. 



*****



Dmitry had been held hostage at his desk since Alex's records arrived at 7am that morning, only taking breaks to prepare Alex's meals and make her take her medications. He wasn't surprised by the amount of information his team was able to gather. It was almost as if Nadja hadn't even tried to locate Alex or her records. He had combed through each document and photo memorizing her history, previous life before and after she became Lexi Evans. Dmitry liked placing the pictures in rows across his desk, a timeline of her milestones, lost teeth, haircuts, birthday candles and the few growth spurts she had.

       Her medical records were standard Well Child Physicals and multiple emergency room visits: each bruise and injury a lengthy explanation and all records tagged with the same opening statement, "patient accompanied by father." One record stood out amongst them all, it was her birthday and she had spent it in the ER for a "concussion with loss of consciousness." Her fucking birthday!Dmitry had known Helen to be a protective and supportive mother so he was troubled by her emergency room absences, adding to his assumptions regarding Alex's abusive childhood.

       Child Protective Services had been called on multiple occasions and it was always noted in her medical record, yet there was never a follow up investigation. But Anton, Helen and Alex were in several photos under plaques with elegant intricate engravings that read, Donated by the Winters Family or Funded by the Winters Family; large research grants, hospital improvements, new medical equipment. Anton had paid for staff silence and Alex never stood a chance.

       The Winters were always dressed immaculately in each event photo. Helen in a Channel suit, Alex in a prim dress, Anton in Prada...they were picturesque luxury. Anton grinning smugly while Helen and Alex wore their ever-present vacant expressions; slight smiles and sad eyes.

       Dmitry lingered on several pictures from Alex's childhood; one in particular kept his attention, First Day Second Grade. Alex was wearing a mint green skirt, pink and white polka dot flats and a t-shirt with a strawberry rowing a boat, Have a Berry Nice Day. She held a white insulated lunchbox with large red letters, Human Organ Transplant, as she smiled for the camera. Dmitry's lips twitched. Always the little geek. 

     His chest tightened as he stared at the pint-sized girl, the innocent girl that grew up in torment to only end up in his massive brutal hands. The more photos the more real she became, a living human being not just atoms and cells bound together to form an unending obsession...a girl...Alex. My Alex.

       Dmitry's head throbbed as images of a terrified and bleeding Alex restrained in his Dark Room ambushed his mind. His eardrums flinched and tried to cower recalling her muffled screams as he raped and abused her, his large palm striking her face several times causing the blood from her lip to spray and splatter across her face and chest. Dmitry crushed the picture in his hand as his stomach roiled with nausea and anger...at himself.

       Disgusted at being so cruel to another human being...a human being who had grown up in loneliness and a form of suffering a bit too similar to his own. Revulsion and horror burned in his chest, a pain he knew he deserved for destroying an innocence that he hadn't seen since before he was placed in the boys group home.

       Burying his hands in his hair he wanted to bash his own head into a wall, loathing and abhorrence for the erection forming in his pants, a sickening but involuntary reaction from the memory of taking Alex so violently. Fuck! Dmitry's sadistic needs and desires never bothered him before because he was always with like-minded partners, women who needed pain meshed and woven within pleasure wrapped in absolute control. But now it was starting to control him, she was crippling him. Alex's presence evoked an evolution in his sexual appetite and cravings and now that he had a taste, he could never give her up. There was no going back and he hated himself for it; hating the assaultive similarities between his and Anton's violence.



Dmitry had ravaged women before, fucking some of them harder than he should but he had never forced or raped a woman...a 19 year old pixie sized girl. Bloodying Alex's face was not the reason his swollen cock flexed against his pants but the vision of her completely forced only confirming his mind and body's compulsion and need for brutality in his sex. But he knew it was wrong to have raped her.

       Rape is about power and Dmitry knows it but he also knows that he is already a very powerful man in his professional and social relationships. He is content with his influence and effectiveness, never craving more power, never needed to. Dmitry hadn't wanted to overpower Alex, he just wanted to take her over and over again, to own her, to inflict pain upon her...to hurt Anton's daughter.

       Yes, he had to conjure the rage needed to rape and hit her the first night but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he didn't need it, that's just how he wanted to be with Alex...violently inside her. Dmitry wanted to chase her through a dark dangerous forest, drag her to a dungeon as she fought and struggled, pull her into a seedy alley while she kicked and screamed. Not just because of her father's sins but because that was his immediate physical and instinctual reaction to her every time he saw her working in the coffee shop, walking home, slumped over and bleeding in his SUV, standing on unsure feet wielding a knife in her hand, washing her body in the shower, reading a book, sleeping, blinking...fucking breathing. 

       The monster within growled and fought to get free the first time he laid eyes on Alex standing at the counter with her apron on. The monster wanted to hide under her bed and in her closet, wanted to watch her turn on her bedside lamp because she thought she heard noise, watch her tremble in fear as the hair stood up on the back of her neck realizing she was no longer alone in her room.

       Dmitry's fierce attraction to Alex became a chronic condition, no symptoms to see it coming, no antibiotics to resist the growing infection within him, no antidote, no cure, an unstoppable virus...a fucking kryptonite. The weakness Alex created spread inside him, oozing through his veins, clogging his arteries and sticking to his organs, leaving deposits on his bones, pissing him off and only adding to the constant anger he felt towards her and Anton. The compound and fusion of revenge, hate and eternal craving was the perfect catalyst easily igniting Dmitry's savagery. He hated how these memories made him hard but he loved the intensity of his erection, a duality that can never coexist. Or can it? The shower. You can breathe when you come.

       Alex is inexperienced. Could he train her to only know and need what he desires, what he hungers for? A full on creation? A sexual puppet?

No it's sick!.....But I would fuck that sex puppet. Damnit!.

Confusing him even more was the fact that he could already feel himself aching to love and care for her. Dmitry envisioned thanking her for allowing him to be himself and apologizing but also praising her for handling the pain for him, suffering for him... because Dmitry could never change or return to having willing slaves. He only wanted Alex now and forever and not just as his slave or revenge fuck. Yes, he wanted to spend days and nights inside her but he also wanted to rub her tummy as it swelled with his child. He wanted to give her his last name and grow old touching and loving her. Dmitry tried to ignore these thoughts and feelings because he knew they were an impossibility. He had fucked up and still could not turn off his body's natural reaction to her. 




Traitor's Daughter Ch. 05



Growing up faster than he should have, now 26 and dealing with desires he was never given the opportunity to embrace or feel, Dmitry was confused by his inexperience. He's never dated, never been in love, never held a girl's hand as they walked in a park, never bought Valentines Gifts, never broke up with anyone, and never had a first love or heartbreak. He felt like a damn high-schooler....a deranged, sadistic, cruel high-schooler.

     Dmitry had to take a cold shower...AGAIN! Alex's orifices were still off limits for another few days and the frigid cold temperature had become a daily routine. He boxed up her records and put them in his safe while convincing himself that he can make it a few more days before feasting and gorging on her body.

    A soft knock on the doorframe brought Dmitry out of his personal self-help nonsense...it never worked. Alex stood nervously, head down and peeking up through her long dark lashes. Dmitry turned to face her from across the room, clearing his throat, "Come in Alex." His voice was stern but the harshness had vanished, probably can't be too angry while trying to adjust his ridiculously engorged boner. Fuck.

****



     Alex padded towards him with hesitant small steps as if testing the ocean water before jumping in to pet a shark. Dmitry's shoulders and chest rose with confidence...I got your great white right here. What?. He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, "What do you need Alex?" He sat back down at his desk and motioned for her to stand in front of him.

      Dmitry looked her up and down and the monster began to awaken, stretching and stomach growling. Alex was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, classic black Adidas Sambas and a snug white t-shirt with bold black letters, TALK NERDY TO ME. Looking like an intentional mess, auburn locks in a chaotic bun and the light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks only added to the fray.

     Alex always looked a bit disheveled. Dmitry noticed there was usually some type of disarray with her appearance as if she hopped out of bed and grabbed clothes off the floor...never looking polished, unintentionally expressing herself through her lack of vanity. Dmitry thought it was part of her charm and not what he expected from Anton's daughter.

     She would never win a beauty pageant or grace the cover of Maxim magazine but she was unique, a rare find...literally. Dmitry used to want to stab daggers in the eyes of the men who watched her while she brewed and served coffee. They saw it too.... especially that fucking Braden. His fists clenched as he thought about the way Braden would flirt and tease her at work, snapping her with a towel, laughing at their little inside jokes...he wanted to kill him. 





******



     Alex kept her head down just as he required and moved to stand in front of him. Their interactions had been messes of uncomfortable conversations and indecipherable looks. Dmitry let her spend time alone in her room when he could tell her mind was racing with thoughts and evaluations of her new life, but only allowed her to be alone for a little while. Alex usually chose to listen to music in her room while she hid under the covers, a cocoon of artificial security and protection.

      Though Dmitry loved interacting with her he had been growing overly fond of carrying her around while she was passed out from her pain medication, her legs dangling from his hips, arms hanging, and head resting on his shoulder. He panicked the first time he gave her the dose, calling Vascak in pure fear at her reaction to the medication; out cold and borderline unresponsive. But Vascak reassured him that it was "safe" and expressed how much he "enjoyed playing with his new baby dolls" when they were sedated, still not enough for Dmitry, insisting that the good doctor come and check Alex's vitals personally.

       Dmitry's body thrummed with anticipation for the clanking sound her IPad made when it would slip through her fingers onto the hard wood floor, signaling her medication had kicked in. He would lift Alex from the floor pillows by his desk and hold her on his lap while he continued to work, rubbing her back and letting her drool on his shoulder. Dmitry would press her tightly against him just to feel her heart beating and the expansion of her chest with each breath. Sometimes he would talk softly in her ear about random topics; his work load, business decisions, what they will eat when she wakes up, how much he wants her. Sometimes Dmitry liked removing his shirt and then pulling Alex's over her head just so he could feel the warm softness of her skin. Sometimes....

Sometimes...

      There were other days... when his needs dug their greedy claws into him, days when he found himself carrying her to his room and removing her clothes, days when he spent hours bringing her to the edge and back with his tongue and fingers. Dmitry would arrange Alex's body face down, legs bent and spread propping pillows under her hips. Teasing her clit over and over again just to watch her little hips thrust up and down in search of more friction while he held his fingers still against her.

      He knew it was wrong and disturbing but it didn't stop him from shaving her completely and repeating his devious actions for the next hour and again the next day. Dmitry had always enjoyed inspection especially if he found a punishable offense but spreading and caressing Alex's petal soft flesh was becoming an addiction. Turning her over, Alex's back arched off the bed, ass resting on the pillows. Dmitry would stare as her glossy light pink folds slipped between his fingers, the room filling with wet alluring sounds.

      The way his massive hands looked as he spread her forcing her to flower completely open made his length flex and surge dripping precum onto his boxer briefs. Exposing Alex's every detail, every small ripple of flesh, her tiny hidden clit, her barely open entrance, her secrets that only he would ever know, made him hard as stone .As soon as he heard Alex's breathing turn into erratic pants he would slide the pillows out from underneath her and gently suck and lick her pussy until he felt and tasted her cum. Dmitry liked her glistening lips opened impossibly wide so he could tongue and pet all of her delicate textures. Using his skilled and practiced fingers to expose her clit, groaning at the small size of it. Latching on cautiously and teasing the taut morsel until Alex's stomach muscles tightened and her legs shook with her body's demand to cum.

      Dmitry knew his actions were wrong and at this point he was no better than the guys that touch and fuck girls when they are passed out drunk but he couldn't help it and even worse ...he didn't want to. He wished Alex would wake up and witness how gentle his mouth and hands were being, proof that he wasn't always a violent offender...surprising himself in the process.

     Dmitry was painfully erect and practically fucking into the mattress as he lapped Alex's juice soaked core. Her flavors exploded across his taste buds igniting his senses causing him to moan against her as his tongue pushed into her opening. Using his hands to palm her thighs up and out enabling him to change directions and seek more of her as she whimpered and thrust awkwardly, uncontrollably and unconsciously seeking more pressure and stimulation. He wanted to spend days caressing, kissing and praising her snug soft pussy.

     Alex babbled nonsense, whimpered and occasionally managed to clumsily swat at Dmitry's head while he submerged himself between her legs. His mouth was covered in a mix of saliva and arousal because Dmitry wasn't just going down on her...he fed from her. Devouring and feasting on Alex only coming up for air when his chest began to burn. Wiping his face on her inner thighs while he kissed and nipped her heated skin hoping that she would wake up and realize she wanted this.      Hope is a tricky fucker.

    "You said I could download a new book today...if...if I took my pills without a problem." Alex's shaking but almost annoyed tone brought Dmitry stumbling back to the present. He knew she had been teetering between giving up and getting angry for days and he was right to assume the afternoon she woke to find he had removed her pubic hair was the turning point. Dmitry had tried to be nice to her that evening and started allowing her some privileges; a choice in their meals, downloading books, watching movies, and taking her on walks around the property, even watching the USA World Cup games together. He knew it was never going to be enough; a gesture could never replace what he had taken from her and repair what he allowed himself to do. 

     Dmitry's set ways and tastes also hindered their communication and caused even more tension to build and soon one of them would explode. He only allowed Alex to sit on a chair while they ate their meals because that's when she had to face him and make conversation. They discussed restaurants they had been to in their travels and he liked to listen to her opinion and reasons for why Alex enjoyed certain ambiance and meals. She liked home cooking with no pretention, no garnishes and no pointless presentation. Alex is a vegetarian so finding a restaurant that could prepare home cooking with her dietary requirements was always difficult but that's what made each one memorable.

"So first it was a slice of lemon in your water and now it's three or four cucumbers and a weird leaf. What's next...a glass of fruit with gold encrusted caviar and a splash of water, served by a B-list celebrity?" It was rare when Alex spoke candidly and he resented the fact that she was holding anything of herself back...but what could he expect, they weren't dating, never would become friends and he was her enslaver. She would never be herself around him, at least not completely.

      The walks around his estate were mostly in silence but when they did talk he could tell she was afraid. Normally that would please him but Dmitry wanted to know everything about Alex and always wanted to know what she was thinking.

     "Yes I did say that I would download a book for you." Dmitry pulled her Ipad out of his desk drawer and entered his Wifi password. He had scoured her Kindle App library, her search history, purchase history and all other items on the device. Dmitry was surprised by the amount of music she had and even more by her choice of books. He pegged her as a Young Adult book reader but her library was full of Hannah Howell books and multiple titles about wrongful convictions being overturned.

     "What book do you want me to download for you?" Dmitry was trying to keep his tone positive and informal because he could tell Alex's was in a dark brooding mood, on the brink of another breakdown. He tapped in the search box as Alex stood fidgeting and tugging on the bottom hem of her shirt.

     She hated him right now...and maybe even for all eternity. What the fuck book do I want? How about Escaping Your Kidnapper For Dummies?. "Devil's Knot by Anne Campbell", her tone was short and lifeless bordering on rude, making sure not to say please or thank you. Dmitry searched for the book and tried to find a way to lighten the tone of their interaction.

     Deciding on a joke, he referenced her love for Scottish romance novels, "Aye, I will download load that book for you my wee bonnie lass." Dmitry's Scottish accent was spot on but his teasing only served as a reminder that he stole her privacy, went through her things, cleared out her flat and on top of everything else now....he was making fun of her! ASSHOLE!!!! Alex's face scrunched up in irritation and her cheeks turned red in embarrassment, fucking adorable.

     Watching her petite frame tense in anger, balled fists, bunched shoulders and eyes glaring caused a long abandoned reaction to stir within him. Dmitry's lips twitched and started forming an expression he hadn't worn in over a decade causing unused facial muscles to rise up from atrophy, to awaken and stretch from years of being buried under six feet of hurt, anger and loneliness. He felt it, the foreign and forgotten act, the arch and curve of his lips as they moved to reveal his teeth, cheeks flexing and accepting the surge of movement...he was fucking smiling.

      Alex wanted to punch that smile right off his beautiful face. The outrage at her situation mingled and allied with her resentment, despair, blame, fury, and pain provoking an uncontrollable and unexpected reaction. Winding up her leg, Alex kicked him as hard as she could directly smack dab in the middle of his shin. Try and block that Tim fucking Howard!.

     It felt like she had just kicked a boulder sending a reverb of pain shooting through her ankle and rushing up her leg. Even as Alex hopped back on one foot she couldn't help but be proud of herself and watching the cocky smile leave his face was worthwhile and gratifying.

     Of course the feelings of redemption were short lived as Dmitry rose from his chair, menacingly slow and calculated. Regret and terror smothered Alex's feelings of satisfaction and reprisal...she was totally fucked. Why couldn't I just wait until I was back in my room and punch the wall? Scream into my pillow? Shout horrible descriptive ways to hurt him? Nope, had to kick him...right in the shin. Idiot!

      Dmitry was in complete shock...for about 3 whole seconds. Shocked that he had smiled, shocked that Alex was the cause of that smile and shocked that the little shit just kicked him. But as the ever-present erection in his pants swelled to an uncomfortable restricted girth, skin stretched impossibly tight, he realized this is what he craves from Alex. Dmitry let the extent of her action sink in and burrow into his mind. My slave just fucking kicked me.

       And damnit, if this isn't exactly what he's been needing and coveting when he catches himself pacing outside her room like a starving animal. Dmitry almost smiled again as he watched Alex's slow and deep swallow, eyes wandering hesitantly up his body until making contact with his. She was wide-eyed and perfectly terrified as if she was made for him and... all I fucking want.

     Alex spun on her heel attempting to break the sound barrier and the current land speed record but Dmitry was on her instantly. His massive arm wrapped around her waist yanking her back against him. She could feel the hard line of his cock pressing into her and she wanted to vomit.

       Dmitry wasn't even that mad but the authenticity in her struggles had an undeniable effect on his mind and body. All his cognitive circuits and fuses spiraled into a ruthless tailspin of fever and lust...and the monster crawled out from under Alex's bed. Her arms and legs flailing in a combative free-for-all, as if her erratic movements would be hard to subdue. His body absorbing the control her small frame provided him, each futile movement easy to dodge and block. This was the pull she had on him; an unending helplessness wrapped in an adorable package. Dmitry could never explain why he needed her like this, why he craved toying with her weakness. He could blame it on his commitment for revenge and retribution but he knew that justification was only a fragment of his reasoning. This is his body and mind's natural reactions to her; punish, discipline, misuse, feed, fuck, and protect and in a dark shadowy corner of his mind...love forever.

     Alex's frenzied bucks and twists were no match for his size and strength. Dmitry was hard, so fucking hard and the sound of her rubber soled Adidas squeaking whenever her scrambling feet touched the floor only worsened his condition. Alex was fighting but he knew she could give him more of what he wanted and he had the means to obtain it. Dmitry held her tighter and turned toward the hallway that leads to the Dark Room waiting for recognition to catch up to her.

     Alex's reaction was instant as if every memory from the Dark Room accosted her all at once. She exploded with renewed energy, screams causing his pulse to hammer throughout his shaft. Dmitry nuzzled the side of her neck and upper-back as she tried punching him backwards and kicking his shins as hard as she could. He wanted to kiss her deeply; a scream devouring kiss while she fought and cried. Such a good girl. And to Dmitry she was a perfect girl, the best girl, reacting just as she should...just as he wanted.

"No! No! No!" Alex's powerless cry echoed against the walls as Dmitry moved closer to the Dark Room door. 

     Dmitry felt like a million sharks circling a one-man life raft just waiting to take the first bite. Her desperate words were an intoxicating aphrodisiac and Dmitry knew he would not be able to stop himself from fucking the living daylights out of her.

     Her fist connected with his ear, a lucky strike but Dmitry countered by gripping her throat knowing that she would hold onto his wrist in an attempt to keep breathing. Alex's short blunt nails dug into his forearm as her distressed whimpers filled the hallway. When they reached the doorway Alex lifted her legs and placed a foot on each side of the doorframe forcing her legs to keep straight, knees locked. They almost looked comical, her stiff legs shoving her back against him and the giant Russian monster pushing forward. Dmitry's arm scooped Alex's legs off the wall and he carried her back into her nightmare.

     He released her, letting her own momentum propel her forward, whipping around and in a biting tone Alex blurted her undoing, "Your father would be so proud of you right now." The room froze, time stopped and the instant rage that filled him was palpable. He didn't even have time to fully process what Alex said before the image of his father's beaten and bloody body flashed before his eyes.

*****



     Dmitry tried for years to forget that night but it was always fresh in his memory, constantly lingering, resurfacing and keeping him chained to the anger and sadness it provoked. Eventually he refused to keep trying to forget and learned how to use the memory, contorting it to fit and excuse his agenda.

"Dmitry, you must go and hide for a little while", Leo spoke softly but sternly as multiple sets of headlights began filling their living room.

"But you said we were going to watch a mov-" Dmitry was cut off by Leo's quick and tight embrace. The sounds of car doors slamming shut caused Leo to flinch and release Dmitry.

He grabbed his shoulders tightly making sure he had Dmitry's full attention.

"Look at me and listen very carefully. You need to go and hide in the attic. You do not come out of hiding no matter what you hear. Do not come out until you see red and blue flashing lights. Do you understand?" Leo's voice was steely but beginning to falter.

"Yes Dad, I understand." Dmitry tried to sound calm and strong for his father but he knew something was very wrong.

"Promise me that you will do as I ask."

"I promise Dad." Leo grabbed Dmitry and hugged him tightly in his arms.

"I love you Dmitry. You have grown into a kind and caring young boy. I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful son. You make me so proud." Leo squeezed him tighter and smelled the top of his head.

"I love you too Dad."

"Everything will be okay". But Dmitry knew it wouldn't be.

     Because of this little bitch's father. The fucking Traitor's Daughter. 

******

      Dmitry's maddening furor exploded and before he could stop himself he backhanded Alex, sending her crashing to the floor. 

     It hurt, pain throbbed across her cheek, vision blurry with tears, head spinning, and ears ringing, but she wasn't done yet. Fed up, done playing along, sick of dealing with this messy wreckage of a life, Alex sealed her fate. She glared up at him holding her cheek. 




Traitor's Daughter Ch. 05



"You shame your father when you hit like mine."

     There are famous words that have instigated epic battles, inspired soldiers, empowered the weak, and created lifelong rivalries.

"This is Sparta!"

"I'm your huckleberry."

"I must break you."

"Go ahead make my day."

"They can never take your freedom!"

       And there was usually an underdog; the 300, William Wallace and the Scots....Alex was the underdog, the weaker, the disenfranchised and her words just conjured her loss. She would have no one rooting for her, no one in her corner saying, "Goonies never say die", and no one to throw in the towel for her. She was Apollo Creed, striking out and getting cocky with her words and then losing the fight.

       Alex was alone staring up into a cold stone face that made a shark's deadeye expression look like a brilliant smile. She would never understand how such beautiful eyes could be so frightening; branding a permanent impression into anyone brave enough to look directly into them...like staring at the sun. Why can't he have halibut eyes or walleye vision?

       Alex didn't have a moment to feel sorry for herself because the evil giant was awake and she would pay the price for her actions. THAT HE FUCKING DESERVED!!! It's not just about him making fun of her...it's everything...all that has been lost never to be found again.

       Kneeling in front of her, his eyes in terrorizing proximity to hers, too close, too cruel, a turbulent ocean waiting to engulf her, Alex looked away but Dmitry gripped her chin roughly pressing her cheeks into her teeth. "Don't you look away you spoiled bitch." He had lost it, the anger taking control of any rational thought, his brainwaves surrounding her words and her genetic makeup, Anton's genetic makeup. Grabbing a handful of her shirt he yanked her to her feet and shoved her into the wall. Alex didn't even try to escape his grasp, hoping that if she complied he wouldn't feel the need to brutalize her, force her, or beat her again.

He had lost it, the anger taking control of any rational thought, his brainwaves feeding off her words and her genetic makeup, Anton's genetic makeup. Grabbing a handful of her shirt he yanked her to her feet and shoved her into the wall. Alex didn't even try to escape his grasp, hoping that if she complied he wouldn't feel the need to brutalize her, force her, or beat her again. 

     He pinned her, his weight a constricting trap, no long the protective cage he offered her after she stabbed him and broke down a few weeks ago. Alex watched Dmitry reach for and open a thick steel restraint similar to the leather ones he used to bind her the first night, same design different medium. The shine from the metal cuff was as reflective as a knife's blade; steel, cold and harsh heavy metal that seem to be placed just far enough away to cause a constant strain in her shoulder. She knew with all certainty that he designed the twisted blueprint based on her size and how to hurt most effectively. 

     The oppressive metal enclosed her left wrist, the sharp clinking sound validating all of her fears and beginning the nightmare. Alex's right wrist received the same treatment stretching her arms the full wingspan and angled too high up for her to maintain a solid footing. Firmly constrained to the wall, the front of her body secured and practically sealed to the unforgiving surface, completely immobile and disturbingly vulnerable.

       Her cheek felt glued to the wall not allowing her to take in all of her surroundings. Alex could only make out multiple dark cabinets and drawers, a sink, a mirrored wall and the edge of a bed. Dmitry's imposing frame approached the sink and cabinet area, his large hand yanking a drawer open and slowly pulling out a pair of scissors that were sizable enough to pass a shears. She had always feared him even when she fantasized about meaning more to him...there was still always a lingering element of fright. But tonight she knew he was going to make every bad dream her reality. Alex's body began to tremble uncontrollably as he moved toward her, clutching the scissors in his grip making Freddy Kruger look like a goddamn hand model. His face was stoic and unreadable as if he was functioning on autopilot.

       Dmitry stood behind her now and she heard the scissors grate open just before the collar of her shirt cinched around her neck. He seized the fabric quickly strangling her scream trapping it in her throat as the cool dull edge of the blade skimmed up her back before cutting through her t-shirt. The collar lost its grip and fell away with the rest of the shredded material. Her black cotton bra suffering the same treatment, cut into pieces and tossed aside. Alex almost sighed in relief when he walked back to the drawer putting the scissors inside but Dmitry wasn't finished with her attire yet. 

     His fingers dug into her hips, thumbs gouging the two shallow dimples below the small of her back causing her to arch slightly permitting him to move his hands to the front of her jeans. Dmitry's palm and fingers held their own fever as they burned across her stomach to roughly unbutton and unzip. Dmitry yanked the denim down her legs bunching it at her ankles; her shoes keeping the fabric trapped. She couldn't stop the tears from pooling in her eyes, hating that he was touching her and seeing her so lewdly naked. Alex was shy but he turned it into shame and embarrassment...exploiting her. 

     She could see their reflection in the mirror, her olive toned skin exposed, her nude body pinned, muscles straining, feet unsteady...with imminent danger hovering and looming behind her. Even squirming on her tiptoes he still towered over Alex, the sight of them proof of the food chain, predator and prey, survival of the fittest, the strong's abhorrence for the weak. Dmitry maintained his blank expression rolling up his sleeves before removing his belt. He fisted the buckle and wrapped the leather around his hand once...twice. 

     Stepping back Dmitry could finally tastes revenge just on the tip of his tongue. This is how he imagined her for years; helpless, naked, forced to accept his marks, suffer his depravity and punishments for her father's sins. This is how he knew she was Anton's daughter...a fake air of kind and caring but underneath a cunning and conniving snake waiting for the perfect time to strike. But her words elicited more anger and rage than he could have ever imagined or expected and his hate boiled over the edge. Drawing his arm back the wide leather belt following as if on a catapult...Dmitry attacked her. 

     Alex closed her eyes wincing trying to prepare for the pain but nothing could ready her for the first searing lash that burned across her back, branding her from shoulder blade to ribcage. The intensity of the pain causing her breath to catch in her throat and her feet to slip out from under her, wrists held in place the metal pinching and digging into her skin. The jolt of her arms being pulled away from her sinking body was enough to have her scrambling back to her toes. The second strike crossed the already forming red welt and Alex found and released a gut-wrenching scream.



     Alex's tear filled howls and wails wrapped around him, surrounding Dmitry making each swing of his arm a comforting gesture for all the years of his grief, resentment and fury. Blow after blow he continued to attack her, focusing his aim on every inch of open skin; back of her knees, sit spots, lower back, shoulders, ribs making sure each lash has a purpose and place on her body. 

     Her voice now hoarse from screaming Alex could only whimper as she tried to mentally escape to the hidden crevasse in her mind. She found it once while she was held down on Vascak's examination table. Every time she tried to sneak back into her mental crawlspace Dmitry would strike harder and in a new place or in the same place over and over again. He was relentless and the pain was never fucking ending. The next lash slid across her sweat covered shoulder landing on her neck the tail of the belt catching her cheek...layering wounds. The sting a million needles dragging over already raw skin and Alex couldn't take anymore. The pain was too much and she lost control of her bladder, urine running down her legs onto her jeans and shoes. The warm acidic liquid singed her welts and stung causing a new tidal wave of misery. Alex's feet faltered and slipped on the small puddle and her body gave out, drooping against the wall, restraints cutting and digging into her wrists. Game Over.



****

     Dmitry watched as Alex collapsed against the wall, arms pulled impossibly tight by her hanging bodyweight. She was wheezing with each breath and covered in sweat, piss, and red swollen welts...everywhere. Her eyes were closed but there was no fucking way Dmitry was going to allow her to pass out and not remember everything. Grabbing a handful of her hair he pulled her head away from the wall, "Where do you think you are going Traitor's Daughter? You will stay right here. No passing out." 

     Alex's eyes blinked open, puffy and unfocused...confused...as if she could leave or go somewhere else. Alex wasn't floating high and soaring into another universe, she was completely aware of the pain and her mental state. Sometimes life is too realistic for a person to handle and they can turn away, leave the situation, move on, break up, find a different job, and discover a new purpose but not Alex. She had no other choice or options but to accept the hand she was dealt and succumb to Dmitry's abusive plan. 

Dmitry opened each restraint and gripped her by the hair again, not letting her slide to the floor. "No, Traitors Daughter. I have something to show you." He led her to the mirrored wall rushing her trapped feet and commanding her to look at her refection. 



     Alex did not recognize herself, there were elements of familiarity but the girl in the mirror was vacant and lifeless; a whipping girl, a mindless clone, a deserted shell, a condemned home...a carcass. She didn't even try to cover herself letting her arms hang limp at her sides, shoulders slouching...despondent. "Can you see your future Alex? It's right in front of you." 

     Dmitry made her look for a few seconds more before spinning her around to face him. Alex fell into him, letting her forehead rest just below his heart, fingers clinging to his shirt and barely keeping her balance. But exhaustion took over, Alex slid down his body becoming a crumpled mess at his feet tucking into the fetal position using her arm to cover her head; a futile and useless form of protection.

****



     There it was, the image Dmitry had fantasized about and yearned for; Alex, broken wrapped around his feet...and the very reason he could never let her go. She fed him power and control on an unfathomable level. He had never been so certain of his dominance until this moment, until seeing their reflection. The absolute declaration of pure conquest after a long hard battle with inner turmoil and his past, finally coming to an end. 

     Dmitry was the epitome of cool yet adamant authority: shirt sleeves rolled to mid forearms, perfectly pressed trousers sans belt, sweaty from her punishment and his massive heavyweight dick demanding the Lion's share of their defeated prey...his body knows its mate. 

     Alex made him bloodthirsty and gluttonous, craving every facet of her surrender, tearing through any treaty stating he could not abuse his prisoner. Dmitry stood proud, magnificent, his mammoth figure towering and looming over Alex's welted body, dwarfing her, proving that David does not always beat Goliath. Because Goliath was a badass motherfucker who slipped up one time...she didn't even have a slingshot to defend her words or herself. 

     Having her balled up against his shoes made him feel like everything and anything is possible. Sinking his teeth into a Gazelle's muscle tissue before dragging it to the ground? He would schedule it for tomorrow. Climbing El Capitan and summiting Everest in the same day? He would pencil it in for next Tuesday. Dmitry wanted to howl her name at the moon while he chased her across a dark grassland watching her dodge overgrown brush glancing over her shoulder in pure terror at his speed and nearness just before he lunged slamming her to the ground, letting his untamed animal fuck into her with primal carnality. It was her, Alex. She made him never want another. 

     Dmitry could hear his ragged breaths, sounding exactly like the monster he imagined; sweaty, lurking above his prey, and reveling in her fear. He could stand here forever, with HIS little beaten Alex at his feet and he would if he didn't want to fuck her so badly. He needs to be inside her, needs to claim her again...opening and stretching her painfully every time he pounded into her, invading and debasing working her so hard forcing her to feel him for days. Dmitry needed her in his bed alert and aware of everything he was doing to her...NOW! 

"Get up Alex." 

Her limp brutalized body slowly curled up tighter, too hurt to run or fight back, too exhausted to comply. Continuous tears pooled in the corner of her eye, crossing the bridge of her nose and catching up with others before landing in a small puddle on the floor. Everything hurt; skin on fire, wrists cut and bleeding from the restraints, head aching and overwhelmed with thoughts of more to come, of her new life, of how stupid she had been for believing things would be different. 

Dmitry grabbed her forearm yanking Alex from her tucked position, the movement causing the blood from her wrist to cross through the tree over his name settling on her scar. The small amount of red stained the letters and clung to the jagged branches of the tattoo. Dmitry halted his actions, the image coming into focus; tiny wounded wrist, his name, and Alex's scar. He attempted to swallow passed an already forming dry lump in his throat as his chest began to constrict making it difficult to breathe. 

Even after opening the file multiple times, seeing the photos of her open seeping wrist and the follow up sutures he still couldn't find the strength to read the documentation. Words like, "intensive care unit", "psychiatric intake", "suicidal ideation with plan", "residential treatment facility" assaulted his eyes forcing him to close the folder. It was the only record of Alex's that he did not read. 

Dmitry couldn't imagine the world without her and it thawed something frozen inside him to know that he was the reason she never attempted suicide again...and he just beat the shit out of her. FUCKING AGAIN!!!

I do shame my father. 

He just belted the same girl he watched and listened to singing Strange Currencies at the top of her lungs while showering yesterday morning...a warm front. 

The same girl that spent close to an hour a few days ago explaining why Jason Bourne's ability to kick another assassin's ass with a rolled up magazine makes the films the best action trilogy "Ever!" Alex even closed her argument with a dramatic "look what they make you give Dmitry. Look what they make you give". And of course they watched all 3, Alex refusing to watch the 4th... "Renner is no Damon"...a large chunk of ice falling away. 

The same girl who clearly believed that Royal Tenenbaum was her personal hero and maybe even a distant relative...defrost.

The same girl that tried to keep up with him on their walks around his estate but was easily distracted by leaf, flower, twig, bird, moss, branch, a fucking weed and everything else she happened to see and when finally reaching his artistically perfectly manicured landscaped gardens she said, "Wow what a dump. You should really try and clean the place up Dmitry", sarcastic little shit...melting his icecaps. 

The same girl that said in over the top theatrical tone, "Oh how the other half live", when he let her sit in a chair for the first time, then sat with her hands folded and batting her eye lashes at him. Alex's subtle way of calling his rules ridiculous...global warming.

This is the crux of his problem, the chink in his armor.... he knows that Alex isn't like her father even though he will go to incredible lengths to prove to himself that she is. Dmitry knows the truth; she is harmless, kind and sweet. He can't even convince himself to wish she were an evil snake like her father because what if by some miracle his wish came true and then she was no longer the young woman he kidnapped outside of a coffee shop. He just wanted Alex as is. I do shame my father. 

Dmitry no longer wanted to look at their reflection but just like a car accident on the interstate he couldn't help but glance at the mirror. God he was so fucking huge and holding a delicate creature by the arm like a rabid Neanderthal, a bull in a china shop breaking everything priceless. He had inflicted so much damage, so much pain without even considering why she would say the things she said. Because he knew if he considered her reasons he would have to acknowledge that he deserved her cruel words. They were true. But in that moment he just wanted to be angry, taking the pain of what she said out on her. 

Alex looked impossibly smaller and more fragile than ever and he just wanted to hold her, cradle her broken body against him while telling her she's beautiful and how and why she didn't deserve any of this. Weakness is human nature, taking advantage of weakness is the nature of inhumanity. I am a fucking monster. Why can't I stop this? What the fuck is wrong with me? Dmitry had to get her out of this room. 

As gently as he could he lifted Alex from the floor and carried her, kissing the top of her head before pressing her cheek to his shoulder, her naked body trembling against his chest, her welted cheeks resting on the inside of his forearm. Dmitry wrapped his other arm around her protectively, and left the Dark Room. 

******



Alex wasn't asleep, her mind and body had just succumbed to fatigue and weariness and it was safer to just lay motionless. The bed was unfamiliar but the cool comforter she rested on soothed her skin, the pain still present but the edge of the sting was gone. She vaguely remembered Dmitry gently rubbing a cold cream on her back, legs, shoulders and ass. He spoke to her in Russian, soft tone and calming apologetic words. But he's atoned before promising to never abuse her again, never rape her again...she actually started to believe him.

Her father's betrayal was Dmitry's excuse for his actions and Dmitry's actions were justification for Alex's words. They were in a downward spiral falling and spinning out of control, neither one knowing how to handle their position, finding it impossible to secure their bearings. Dmitry's anger was unbounded, barely contained, disengaged and gaining strength. Alex's mind was constantly racing with thoughts of what will happen to her, even when they were getting along it only served as a temporary distraction, she knows what lies beneath. They both know that Dmitry has all the power in their relationship so now it was up to Alex to change tactics in order to avoid more pain.

The beatings she has received have been brutal, intolerable and traumatizing. The rape was terrorizing agony and she will never forget the savageness of his touches and the ferocity of him tearing into her. Alex would not survive reliving that night over and over again for the rest of her life. She had to do everything in her power to avoid it...the pain just too unbearable. She thought about her mother and how she would try to calm Anton when he was growing agitated; a gentle hand resting on his forearm, soft rubbing on his back, brushing her fingertips through his hair... all just physical platitudes. Sometimes it worked and Helen was able to appease him and Anton would take her to their bedroom, sacrificing her body and own happiness to keep Alex safe.




Traitor's Daughter Ch. 05



We all must do what we can to protect the people we love but now Alex needed to protect herself. Dmitry will keep her alive just to hurt her so Alex needed to eliminate the physicality of her fight. He was hard when she was kicking, hitting and trying to free herself from his clutches. If she no longer resisted there would be no reason to restrain or strike. The sharp stabbing pang of anguish and misery cut into her as she realized she would be continuing her parent's viscous cycle.

The soft sound of running water came from behind the door across the room and Alex knew it would only be minutes before they were face to face again. He probably plans to drown me in the bathtub...and turn me into a fucking Dateline Mystery. 

****



Dmitry warmed a washcloth soaping it lightly to clean the urine off Alex's legs. He didn't want to wake her by placing her into a bath it would only startle and scare her...even more than she already is. Letting her sleep was best for the both of them, Dmitry wouldn't have to face her and she wouldn't have to deal with the pain he inflicted and when she woke this horrible day would be over. Her words were true; his father would be ashamed of how he was treating Alex. Leo was kind and compassionate and maybe a little too trusting but he wouldn't go out of his way to hurt anyone, especially not an innocent girl regardless of her family relation.



Taking a deep breath Dmitry turned the knob opening the door only to find Alex awake and alert, comforter wrapped around her naked body, hair a mess, eyes still puffy, sitting up and looking at him. "You're awake." No shit Dmitry. He shook his head at his idiotic observation and statement. "Are you thirsty? Would you like a glass of water?" Alex nodded slowly as Dmitry approached the bed. "Let me clean your legs and then I will get you some water". He wasn't stoic or cold just direct and managed to keep the sternness from his voice. He expected her to pull away and hide under the covers but Alex lay back down and slowly opened the blanket baring her body to him.



Her actions surprised and confused him, catching him off guard. Dmitry hadn't planned on seeing her naked again at least not for a while and not when she was awake, but she did not resist, letting him bend her knees and open her legs as he cleaned and rinsed off her inner thighs.



Just when Dmitry couldn't hate himself more his shaft began to thicken and stretch at the sight of her naked, awake and spread on his bed. He had dreamed this moment almost every night; Alex in his room, naked and finally responsive and alert even if she was emotionally and physically exhausted. His culpability and remorse tried to stay at the forefront of his mind but the demand to claim annihilated their effort. Dmitry was already lost in his need for her.



Alex felt the change in his touches and all her bullshit planning and self-preservation nonsense abandoned her, leaving her to fight another battle. She tried for numbness and attempted to escape into a daydream or memory but none would form. The warm washcloth did nothing to soothe her; she could give a shit if she was dirty or clean for him and she hated when he showed any tenderness towards her. Fucking phony psycho! Alex wanted to burrow into the blanket, hoping that if she remained still he would grow bored and wander off to find another. Cold chills crept up her spine at the sound of Dmitry removing his clothes. Alex knew what was next and winced remembering the excruciating pain of him ramming into her.



She felt the bed dip slightly as Dmitry's beast of a presence settled next to her, lying on his side. This instant she felt his fingers touch her hip she could no longer keep quiet, the sobs causing her torso to shudder. Alex's now gravelly pleas of "no" and "don't do this" were ignored as Dmitry shoved her legs further apart wrapping one around his hip before palming her sex aggressively. Alex whimpered and tried to tell herself to just stay still and not to fight him but she didn't want this...she hated him. She grabbed his wrist trying to pull his hand away, "stop it". But she was weak with exhaustion and no match for his strength; it was never a contest only a conquering.



Dmitry grabbed both of her sore raw wrists securing them in one of his hands pinning them above her head. He smacked her inner thigh when she tried to close her legs, growling as he yanked them apart again. Alex could feel the panic rising and tried to convince herself to stay pliable and maybe he wouldn't hurt her. Who was she kidding? He loved hurting her. Dmitry's ragged breaths and hungry growls filled the room mingling with Alex's whimpers and cries. She tried to turn away from him, pulling against his grasp and bucking her hips to free her leg.

*****

     Dmitry couldn't stop himself and just like the abusive dick he is...he allowed his mind to try and convince him that he wasn't in control...it's her, she brings this out of me, she makes me do this. The second those thoughts entered his mind he felt a wave of cowardice wash over him. But he couldn't explain his intense reactions to her so the blame formed easily. Dmitry has never responded to anyone the way he does to Alex just knowing her causes side effects and complications that he is unfit to handle. She has created wants that he never dreamed of needing.



It was true, just watching and listening to Alex warmed him, made him feel like a real life was still possible, not just this existence with an agenda. A normal life. For years he had been living for a plan, for revenge, for a purpose. And of course life should have purpose but not one that consists of obligatory hate and anger...it's unnatural and lonely. And fucking cruel.



Dmitry was slowly admitting to himself that it felt better to hold Alex than it did to hurt her. Carrying her around the house, his arm around her small frame while he worked at his desk, pressing her body to his...he could breathe deeply, relax, at peace. The dreams he had of her were filled with tenderness and passion...and willingness. He needed to come to terms with his instinctive reaction to her and find a way to sedate the monster.



Something was different but Dmitry could not identify the foreign presence stirring within him. It wasn't an agitation or disturbance but more of a gradual thriving sense of ease and comfort but still unfamiliar. Submerged in his thoughts, he was no longer aware of his actions.



Alex had stopped crying and her hands were free of his grasp. Dmitry's face was buried in her neck breathing her in and nuzzling softly. He was no longer forcibly palming her but petting and circling her clit affectionately, slow and cautious movements.



Alex's hand was gripping his forearm trying to push it away but Dmitry refused to stop coaxing and soothing her delicate center, needing her to know he could be gentle. His lips drifted down her neck leaving a trail of light chaste kisses leading to her shoulder and collarbone. Dmitry's breath warmed her skin, "Sh, sh, Alex. I won't hurt you. It won't be like the shower." It was vital for him to calm her down because regardless of his epiphany tonight he still wanted her, still needed to feel her and ... I still own her.



"You...you said that you wouldn't hurt me before. You...you...li...like to hurt me." Alex's body trembling, her words stuttering out between hiccoughs and she was now pushing at his shoulders. It was useless, he wouldn't budge and she couldn't lift him off her.



As if he didn't hear her...Dmitry's wrapped his fingers around her wrist lifting her hand away from his shoulder kissing the inside of her forearm moving up her body while murmuring broken sentences filled with greedy words of hunger and longing. His mouth opened around her nipple encasing it in heat before drawing the rising sensitive skin into a deep long suck. Dmitry groaned against her breast as he felt the tip tighten and harden against his tongue.



Alex gasped and tried to move away but only succeeded in rubbing her thigh against his heavy erection. The swelling served as a warning of what would happen next, "no, please stop". She's scared and everything is a first...so understanding her body's reaction to his intimate touches is puzzling and complicated. Dmitry ignored her begging again lost in the new sensation of having her awake, conscious and in his mouth.



Dmitry suckled harder the pull exquisitely intense and Alex's let her hand fall to the bed, fingers gripping the blanket, feeling her blood warming. 



It wasn't forfeit or her previous plan for a new tactic, she wasn't giving up but maybe she was giving in. Tired of pain, loneliness, not knowing what would happen next, and the constant struggle to feel any kind of comfort ...Alex chose to embrace this doting and almost merciful human contact. Even if it is just temporary and it most likely is, she didn't care right now. Dmitry was going to fuck her and she lacked the energy for another battle.



Dmitry released the rigid little peak before moving Alex's legs open enough to accommodate the vast size of his body. He quickly latched on to her other nipple his tongue dragging across the tip as he positioned himself between her legs. "Alex." Her name said in desperation as he grabbed her hand maneuvering it down her abdomen to where his cock bobbed and nudged against her. "Open", the command sounded rushed but gentle as he tugged at her fingers, Alex complied. Heavy, wide and fevered against her hand he moved his length across her palm then wrapped his hand around hers. 



Dmitry's skin was tight but she could still feel it moving under her grip as he taught her how to grope and stroke him. Releasing her hand, Alex's fist squeezed and tugged awkwardly fingers rolling over each fat surging vein. His hips jerked and began moving faster against her grasp and could already feel the tightening in his weighted sac. If he didn't push inside her soon her innocent untrained touches were going to make him cum coating her from pelvis to sternum. She was being so good, following the limited directions he provided, no longer fighting him, accepting and allowing. 



Dmitry's mouth nipped and sucked a path over her ribs to the smooth plane of her stomach watching her chest rise and fall rapidly fist clenching the comforter as he moved lower. She released his dick letting slip through her grip brushing the swollen crown with her fingertips. Alex's body tensed and he wished he could tell her how much her body enjoys this but admitting that he had been sexually assaulting her while she was passed out would ruin this moment. "Don't be afraid Alex." Using his fingers to open her completely rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth over her clit Dmitry stared at the soft beautiful part of Alex that he had tasted for hours...only him. Always. She was wet but just at her entrance, he needed her to be pliant, supple and soaking if she was going to be able to take him...and she will be taking all of him tonight. He refused to prepare her with his fingers wanting only his cock to stretch, fill, and own her. The thought of moving inside Alex sent him over the edge, his tongue replacing his fingers wetting her clit quickly before his mouth devoured her with aggressive suction. 



Alex cried out as the burning tingling sensation shocked her senses, hands clumsily pushing at Dmitry's head, "Please stop". But he refused grabbing her wrists and tucking them under her spread thighs, keeping her in place while toying with the little nub, testing his teeth against it, flickering his tongue around it, and sucking it hungrily. Alex is 19, she's explored her body and made herself cum but nothing compared to the intensity of Dmitry's mouth. It was too much and the euphoric mass forming in her lower belly threatened to overthrow all of her senses and rational thought. Alex's leg muscles were impossibly tight, shaking and flexing uncontrollably the coiling tension taking over. She came with a barely restrained scream, hips bucking erratically and Dmitry could wait no longer. 



Keeping Alex in the same position he moved back up her body and her appearance caused the same crushing reaction as the night he brought her home from Vascak's office. She was panting, covered in sweat, hair matted to her forehead, cheeks pink and lips parted and he couldn't look away. His heart a bloody fist threatening to pound through his chest and offer itself to her in the hope that she would not find it lacking. But the same urges to love also created the need to own. 



Dmitry wanted her to feel his weight and large body letting her know in some sick deranged way that he can protect her and keep her safe but also reiterating that she is no match against him. He had never been this perverse, this ominous...wanting her to know that he could shelter her but that he could also neglect and harm her. Done waiting, he pushed into her, slowly and hesitantly, making sure not to tear her again. 



Alex's eyes shot open and her bottom lip began to tremble immediately, she didn't want this. As much as she convinced herself to stay calm and allow it...she still hated the idea of him doing this to her again. Granted the first time he raped her it was brutal and horrific but it didn't matter that he is now the friendly rapist. He was gentler this time and he made her cum but does that mean the rest of her life will consist of deciding which form of rape she preferred. Who the fuck is given choices like these? Um, I really don't want you to fuck me but if you must please be nice about it. What the fuck???



Dmitry kissed the corner of her mouth brushing his lips across the scar he gave her, "Don't fight me Alex". The words and gesture served as a reminder of his savage capabilities. He moved deeper avoiding her cries and appeals for him to stop. Dmitry tried to kiss her but Alex kept jerking her head away and tucking her lips over her teeth. It hurt, his massive cock pushing past her resistance invading her painfully. She could feel herself struggling to accommodate his width the stretching felt like a severe pinch, a bite. 

Dmitry kissed her forehead and cheeks brushing tears away and telling her how "good" she feels, that she's "beautiful" and "such a good girl" when he finally filled her completely. His dick throbbed in her tight heat as he held still inside her, pressed to her womb and waiting for her walls to loosen their hold on him. "I'm going to move now Alex." She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her face away, crying out as he withdrew and intruded again, slowly at first but his pace increased rapidly. After a few thrusts in and out the sharp pain had dulled and the suffering eased but she still felt too full and uncomfortable. 

Dmitry was already close, barely hanging on he slid his arms around her compact frame, "wrap your harms around me Alex". But she didn't move, refusing to let him turn this into intimacy. He bit into her shoulder, "Now. Alex". She whimpered and hooked her arms around his neck, grabbing her elbows as Dmitry began to fuck into her, instantly regretting that she never learned a proper sleeper hold. 

He ground his hips in between barrages of slams hitting her cervix over and over again, grabbing her ass as if it could help him get even deeper. "Oh fuck. Alex." He never wanted to stop. She felt amazing and Dmitry could feel the cum rushing up his length. Growling into her neck he wished for her birth control to fail as the first heavy rich surge of cum rushed out of him landing deep within her followed by a torrent of flooding. He collapsed on top of her trying to catch his breath and regain his bearings. 

Alex was silent, unwrapping her arms from his neck. Dmitry kissed his bite mark, rising up onto his elbows, looking down at her, "you feel so good Alex". His ego expected her to coo and return the compliment but instead he was met with sorrowful brown eyes still rimming with tears. He felt like a speck of man, a dick, a fucking dirtball, "say something Alex". He had to know what she was thinking even if it was awful; at least it would be honest.

Dmitry wanted her words to be profound and welcoming, possibly forgiving him for the belting. He knew it was too soon to be granted any sliver of forgiveness but the hope formed anyway. Seconds passed and just when Dmitry thought he would have to command her to speak she shot him in the chest...

"I hate you." 

...at least that's what it felt like, a bullet from a sawn-off shotgun. The look in her eyes confirmed her words were true and he knew he deserved it, he just didn't understand why it wounded and cut so deeply...losing all the power and his upper hand to three words. I do shame my father. 

*****

After cleaning them both up, giving Alex her pain medication and rubbing more cream on her skin Dmitry sat at his desk and tried to come up with a solution to the problem he created. He would never let her go but she would never want to stay. I fucking raped her again and I don't know if I will ever be able to stop. And the fucking beating!!! She can't live like this. But I can't live without her. 

Dmitry needed to talk this out and there was only one person he would or could call. But how do you explain that the girl you kidnapped and abused hates you but you want to make it up to her and spend the rest of your life loving her? After trying to process everything that had happened between him and Alex in the last few weeks he decided to just say that he thinks he's involved in an abusive relationship but wants to make it work. It wasn't much but it would have to do. 

Picking up his phone he dialed the one man he could trust and confide in. 

The man that assisted Aleksandr in finding him after he was hidden away in the group home. 

The man that helped Dmitry rebuild Leo's fortune without corruption. 

The man who tried to warn Leo about Anton's crumbling Ponzi scheme.

The only man Leo trusted. 

A man that can solve problems. 

A man that can find solutions.

The call connected and the phone rang, an older woman answering. 

"Harvard Law. Forensic Science Department. How may I help you?" 

"Professor Drew Alexius please."