Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
The convoy of SUVs come to screeching stops at the back of the trainyard where a dozen other vehicles are already parked.
When I climb out and hear nothing but dead silence, my fucking heart cracks right down the middle.
Silence in war is never a good thing.
Chapter 18
Abbie
I wake up with a start, my eyes snapping open.
My body jerks, and it only takes a second for the horrendous realization to sink in.
Someone’s on top of me.
My body jerks again as a man thrusts into me.
A boot slams into the side of my head, and I hear vile laughter. Something is said in an Asian language while pain splinters through my skull.
No.
I feel the repulsive movement inside me. I hear the slap of his skin against mine.
It’s only then my blurring gaze manages to focus on the sneering face above me. His eyes are soulless, his features unnaturally evil.
God. No.
Stop.
Instantly bile churns in my stomach, and I comprehend the harrowing reality that I’m being raped. My soul cringes away from the depravity, fleeing to save itself from the malevolent darkness closing in.
My jaw clenches so hard I fear I might crack a tooth. A horrified groan escapes me. It sounds like something you’d hear from a dying pig.
Overwhelming despair coats my skin, seeping into me until every inch of me is tainted.
Shock shudders through me, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s dark and cold, stripping me of my light and dropping me into a darkness so suffocating there’s no way for me to escape.
Again I hear the awful sound of skin slapping against skin. My arms fly up, and I begin to hit the rapist as hard as I can, my fists connecting with his neck and face.
“Noooo,” I cry brokenly, distraught sobs wracking through my chest.
The man who’s been standing on the sidelines comes closer and grabs my arms, pinning them down above my head. He laughs at my vulnerability, the sound vile and merciless, while the rapist grunts between harsh breaths.
My body keeps jerking with every thrust, and feeling the rapist’s dick slip in and out of me makes something deep inside me shatter.
“No,” I manage to whimper through my unspeakable shock, my body twisting and straining to escape the violence. “Stop.”
“Blyadʹ!”
I hear the angry curse, and I know it means ‘fuck’ in Russian, then gunshots ring through the air.
The man holding my arms lets go, and I hear him fall somewhere by my head. The rapist slumps down on top of me, his dick softening before it slips out.
“No,” I whisper, my tone sounding dead. “No.” I gasp, trying to get air past the sickening trauma. “No.”
Caught in the indescribable horror of what’s happening to me, I can’t process anything else.
The body is hauled off of me, and Alek’s face appears above me. “Come! We have to move.”
He grabs hold of my shoulders and yanks me to my feet. Pain engulfs my body, and my head feels as if a thousand needles are trying to pierce my skull.
I struggle to find my balance and sway as my eyes slowly creep over the dirty floor I was violated on. There are two dead bodies. One has his pants around his thighs, his hairy ass on full display.
Alek crouches down in front of me. “Lift your right foot, Abbie.” His voice is icy and cruel.
Somehow I manage to place my hand on his shoulder, so I don’t fall. Alek pulls my pants up my legs, and I feel him fastening the button. I hear the zipper go up.
“Abbie!” he snaps harshly before he grips my chin, forcing me to look at his face. “I know you’re in shock, but we have to move. It’s not safe.”
I stare into his eyes and blink, unable to focus on anything but the soul-destroying fact that I was raped.
I was raped.
My lips part, and a strangled gasp escapes me.
Alek places his hand on the side of my neck, and for the first time ever, I see emotion on his face. He looks as tortured as I feel.
“I know, Abbie. I know this is fucked up, but you have to pull it together. We have to get out of here.”
With his gun firmly in his right hand, he wraps his left arm around my shoulders and pushes me toward an exit. It’s only then I realize I’m in some kind of container.
Alek jumps down to the gravel below and gestures for me to come. My body is on automatic pilot as I move. Landing next to him, I sway again from the pain tearing through my body. He quickly wraps his arm around me again, and I walk because I have to. It looks like we're at a trainyard.
I was raped.
As we climb through an opening between two train carriages, Alek’s arm slams into my stomach. “Wait, let me check if it’s safe,” he whispers before peeking around the carriage.