Chapter 62

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Fun fact...

Did you know that Sex Can Improve Memory In Women??

I found this online, and I have conspired a plan. Every night before I have a test in school, I'm just going to have a shit ton of sex...THAT WAY, I don't even have to study? Yeah? Yeah?

Probably not :(

Okay, read my book now :)))

Sinister's POV:

3 hours of gory torture later, and it seemed as though our little friend was ready to talk.
I was proud of Afanas, he really proved his artistic skills, he drew a penis, a vagina, tits, and even attempted a self portrait.

Although, I feared Ian was on the brink of death from blood loss. It would be best to cease art time until I could retrieve information from a conscious body.

"Ian..." I glanced at the withering boy. He was pale and ghastly looking, blood flowed all over his shirtless body, the poorly drawn pictures stained his skin. It looked almost as though his body had turned inside out, his skin was covered in blood.

I leaned in, pulling the lightbulb from his mouth, and he let out a series of screams and sobs.

"Are you done?" I sighed, pulling my hands away from my ears.

"Please" he sobbed, "I'll tell you everything you want to know..."

I clapped my hands, "excellent, Afanas, would you please cut our friend down?"

Afanas sighed, running his hands through his dark hair, before reaching up, and cutting him down. Ian sickly body fell right into Afanas's arms, he looked almost on the brink of death.

Afanas immediety dropped his shirtless body,making a disgusted face as he glared at his bloodied shirt.

"Are you fucking kidding me? This prick just bled all over my Gucci shirt, it's Gucci Sinister, this was my fourth favorite shirt."

"Okay, fag. Just bring our friend over here so he can talk."

I turned to the men that crowded the room, they had sick smiles plastered to their faces as the watched Afanas dragged Ian's cut up body towards the chair.

Afanas threw him into the chair, the young boy coughed up a stream of blood as he quivered.

"Hey fuckhead" Afanas poked him "are you going to talk? Or do I have to go all Pocahontas on your ass and paint you with the colors of the wind?"

Ian nodded slightly, "T-They're based out of Sergiev Posad, it's close to Moscow..." He spat up blood "t-that's all I know."

Sergiev Posad, I know exactly where that is.

"Ian is that all you know?" I asked.

He let out a sob and nodded his head, "that's all I know."

I grinned, "Fantastic." BANG.

I shot the fucker in the face. It was better to put him out of his misery. His tiny body slumped to the floor, landing in a pile of blood.

The men in the room erupted into applause, howling with laughter.

I held up my hands to silence them, "Poslushay menya. I have a plan. I will make a full announcement to the family tonight, gather our supplies. We are leaving at dawn." (Listen to me).

I'm coming to save you, flower.

***

Calla's POV:

"Calla, wake up...."

I peeled open my tear-dried eyes to find Karrie leaning over me. She had a first aid kit by her side, her hands worked quickly on my body, pressing cool bandages to my skin.

I said nothing, I only glanced at my ringless finger.

When she finished bandaging me up, her green eyes glanced at me, they were full of sympathy.

"I'm sorry Calla. You don't deserve this." She said quietly before turning away from me, and leaving the room.

I buried my head in the scratchy pillows, they were still damp from my sobs last night.

It's terribly funny really, maybe I'm just going crazy, but it's so awful, it's amusing.

Seconds seem like a lifetime away, when the life you lived feels as though it is being slowly drained out of you by people who do not care about you. The darkness consumes you, and it feels as though there is no light left. It is simply a never ending loss of hope, and you're drowning in sadness.

But that's the funny thing about sadness, it consumes all that you are. And when it finally spits you out, you're never the same again.

If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up next to Sinister everyday. The dark rumble of his laugh, the mischievous twinkle in his iced eyes, the warmth of his fingers on my skin, and the feeling of his heart beating with mine...

I didn't exactly have the ideal family growing up. Illeya and I hated each other, my father was always too busy for me...I did have my mother though, she loved me unconditionally. But my parents were taken from me, my brother distanced himself, I was cheated on, and eventually I was all alone. It seemed as though Sinister was the one good thing I had in my life, but he was taken from me too.

Maybe it's repayment, for being such a sarcastic bitch all my life. Maybe my punishment is living a life of hell.

"Calla...." The door creaked open to reveal Illeya.

My jaw clenched as I stared at him.

The little weasel walked inside, his hair was cleanly cut, he wore a crisp polo and dark washed pants.

He paused when he saw me, "calla? What happened?"

I fought back tears, "Steffen."

His eyes softened, and he took a few more steps, extending his arms to give me a hug.

"Don't" I held up my hand "just don't come near me."

Instead he sat on the floor next to the bed, pulling his long legs to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Cal. You know he has anger issues..."

I shook my head, wiping a tear, "I knew he was sensitive. I didn't know he was abusive."

"He had a long day. We lost a whole percentage on our crystal meth interest rate and that really got hi–

"Do you think I give a shit?" I interrupted.

He looked taken aback, opening and closing his mouth as he searched for something to say.

I sighed, "I don't care, Illeya. You're my brother, you're supposed to be there for me. You're supposed to scare the bullies away."

He ran his fingers through his hair, "it's a little more complicated than bullies, Cal." He shrugged "And anyways, we're having a dinner with our superiors, they want to talk to us about implementing more organized dealings, and Steffen wants you to be there."

"No."

"Calla, can you please ju–

"No."

He tried again, "if you won't cooperate when I'm talking to you, then I guess Steffen will have to talk to you."

I felt my stomach churn, and I didn't say anything.

He nodded, satisfied, "good, well since you haven't caused trouble in a few weeks, I can bring you up to your old room, and you can get ready there."

I bit down on my tongue.

"Also" he said as he got up "we found all sixty-three stashes of matches, confiscated all of your heels, and...child proofed your room."

I struggled to my feet, groaning as pain shot through my entire body.

He reached out to help me up, but I swatted his hands away.

"Don't touch."

He raised his hands in surrender as he unlocked the door, "Karrie will come in later to give you some pain medication, I have to go, but Sebastian will help you settle in your room." He motioned to Sebastian who waited outside the cell door.

Sebastian's bleach hair was spiked to perfection, his hazel eyes glimmered as he nodded to me, watching Illeya retreat down the hallways.

"How are you doing?" He asked, as he began walking down the hall

I shrugged, following him.

"Bogdan says hi." He joked, leading me up a flight of stairs.

I said nothing. Bogdon sucks.

"I'm sorry to hear they took all of your matches away." He tried again, his face forcing a goofy smile.

I still said nothing as we approached my door.

I opened the door to walk inside when Sebastian stepped in front of me.

"What the fuck is up with you?" He asked, his hazel eyes challenging me.

I scoffed, "are you kidding me? Do you know what I've been through?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I know what you've been through. Steffen was being the abusive bitch he always is. But that shouldn't change you. That shouldn't destroy your fiery personality, that shouldn't degrade every scrap of sarcasm that makes you who you are."

I sighed, feeling my heart hurting, "I've given up."

He let out a humorless laugh, "and what? You're just going to let Steffen win?"

I crossed my arms, "I'm sorry, it sounds like you're encouraging me to rebel."

Dimples appeared on his cheeks, "that's exactly what I'm doing. I might be sworn in, and I might work for Steffen, but that doesn't mean he should get everything he wants. He doesn't own either of us. He wants to see you like this, Calla. He wants to see you broken, beaten, and tame, because that gives psychopaths like him the confidence they need to jack off."

I felt a small smile form on my face and my heart fluttered, "do I have your blessing for ruining Steffen's special little dinner?"

"I'll christen this bitch right now. Fight back, Calla. You're a fighter, and it's time to prove it." He grinned at me.

I wrapped my hands around his long torso, giving him a quick hug, and patted him on the head like a puppy

"Thanks, Seabass." I turned to retreat into my room.

"Wait!" He called, and I turned back around.

He held a small box of matches in his hands, "give them hell." He grinned, handing me the small box.

I closed the door, pressing my back against the wood, I gripped the box of matches in my hands, and frowned when it felt heavier than it should.

I peeled back the plastic of the wrapper and felt like screaming for joy. On top of little sticks of flammable wood, there was my ring....

Oh my god, Sebastian brought me my ring back.

A tear flowed down my face, and it was so hard to comprehend the sincerity and the kindness that he just showed me.

So many damn emotions soared through my mind. Sure, there was a part of me that felt like curling up in a ball and sobbing because I'll probably never see the love of my life again.

But there was another part of me that made me want to give these assholes hell on Earth, to make them pay for ruining my life.

I clenched the diamond ring in my hands, gripping it with the power of so much raw emotion. I smiled to myself, the revenge outweighed the sorrow.

Sassy Calla is back motherfuckers.

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