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.