Though Polina had gone willingly with Alexei in the car, part of her had still worried that he might actually take her elsewhere, maybe another brothel or somewhere worse. She was a little surprised when found herself walking into a house that was ornate in decoration but was still very much someone's home. He had really brought her back to his family home.
She pulled the jacket closer to her person and nodded in acknowledgement to Alexei's warning. Luckily, she still didn't have shoes on, having never putting the heels on the women who'd groomed her left behind as part of her outfit, so she was able to pad along quietly beside Alexei. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei walked ahead of Polina, slowly and doing his best to move along quietly. Thankfully, Fauna had intended for the home to be one floor; so there wasn’t a painfully ornate spiral staircase to tread. However, Alexei’s room was at the very end of the house, his sisters room just across from him. So there was a lot of house to walk before they could claim to be home free.
The home was well lit, even if Fauna couldn’t remember her past all that well, she seemed to have a natural aversion to dimly lit spaces. A call from her past perhaps, the dark haunts her in the faded memory of the witch hut. There were lots of decorative pieces; ceiling to floor length canvases with impressionist art, sculptures of women carved from obsidian and marble. There was a long rug, Alexei believed the textiles were handwoven. Meaning his tracking of blood and guts on the carpet would be a most punishable offense, but not an irregular one. Fauna continued to stock expensive pieces, and Alexei would continue to ruin them with the blood of their enemies. It was a self fulfilling prophecy.
When Alexei reached his door, he noted that his sisters was shut and he took the opportunity to open his quickly. He held it open and gestured for Polina to hurry inside under the cover of his towering figure.
The inside of his own room was scarcely decorated. Dark and minimalist compared to the rest of the home. Alexei’s private space included a king bed with four enormous posts. The spread was black, even the pillowcases; but the bed was still made. Even the flat sheet was tucked between the frame and the mattress. A window made up an entire wall behind his bed, which almost made the bed look like it was facing away from the open yard. He had a large tapestry that was hung haphazardly, in a lazy attempt to serve as blinds and block out sunlight. There appeared to be an en-suite bathroom, the light had been left on and the door ajar; so it was visible from the open doorway, even before Alexei closed the door behind them.
He crossed the room without saying anything and pushing sliding mirrors on the wall that served as closet doors. He pulled a random shirt by the hanger, as to not get any blood on what was meant to be a clean shirt for Polina.
“Here. I’ll work on getting you pants too.” He began as he offered it out to her. “The shower is over there, the towels are fresh. Take your time.” He finished, nodding to the bathroom across from them.
"Is there...a lock?" Polina asked as she clung the shirt to herself. She lightly worked at the inside of her lip between her teeth. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Polina hesitated a moment before cautiously making her way over to the door Alexei gestured to, stepping backwards as to keep Alexei in her line of sight, not that it mattered though. If Alexei had truly wanted to do anything to her, he would have done it by now, surely, and would have done it with ease. He looked like he could eat her up in one bite if he truly wanted to.
"Okay...I won't be long. You...you should clean up too." She said, gesturing to his macabre look. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei allowed Polina to scurry into his bathroom and waited a beat after, just in case he should need him. But when she didn’t, he found his reflection in the closet mirrors of his room. He could feel how bad he looked, but the visual was much more startling, at least to civilians he was sure. His blood drenched appearance was not so unusual, though still not preferred. He exited his room and went directly across to his sister’s door, knocking a few times and awaiting an answer.
Stasi was in the middle of cooing a rather lewd voice message in Russian on her phone to her not-so-secret suitor, Spider, when her brother came knocking. She knew it was Alexei since nothing he did was subtle and his knocking came more like banging, bringing a grimace to her face.
“What do you want? I’m busy packing!” She hollered. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“My shower is…not showering. Can I use yours? Please? Stasi?” He called desperately, leaning on her door as he did so. Alexei knew his sister was likely to say no, mostly because she was his big sister and she always said no. But she probably didn’t want his giant body getting blood all over her nice things, which if he wasn’t busy, he’d use this moment as a vessel to annoy her. This time however, he earnestly just wanted this one thing, well two things if you count the pants.
“Not working? Since when? No, wait, that doesn’t matter. I can smell all the blood through the door. You’re just going to make a mess in my bathroom, so no.” Stasi replied as she set her phone down in her dresser and proceeded to her closet to grab her overnight bag to pack like she had said she intended to do. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Stasi, please?” He tried again, though probably in vain. Alexei knocked his head against her door frame a couple of times (softly, not like a maniac) in exasperation. He paused then before calling out again, “could I at least borrow a pair of sweats?” While Alexei was clearly, bigger than Stasi physically, it didn’t feel like that silly of an ask. He asked her strange things all the time, sometimes just to bother her, but this time he really needed the pants for Polina.
Stasi paused, her brows furrowing in confusion. Why would Alexei need her sweats? She went over to the door and opened it up, showing her brother her befuddled expression (it did falter into disgust for a moment when she saw how slovenly Alexei looked).
“And why do you need sweats?” She asked, folding her arms over her chest. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei paused, probably for too long, but he wasn’t known for thinking on his feet. The times he did, it wasn’t his best work.
“All of mine are dirty. If you let me use your shower, I can’t just put these clothes back on.” Alexei tried to explain with the most casual of shrugs; his head still resting against the doorframe.
“That’s bullshit. Elena was just here yesterday to clean house, there’s no way you’re out of clean clothes already.” Stasi said before shaking her head. “Also, you won’t even fit in my sweats!” _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I just need the pants, Stasi, please help me. The blood on my face is beginning to harden.” Alexei whined desperately, he wasn’t good at lying and even if he was, he was sure Stasi would still know it. Besides getting clean, he wanted Polina to tell that he was incredibly handsome. She was never going to be able to tell under all the blood and guts.
Stasi squinted her eyes skeptically at her brother. There was something going on that he didn’t want to tell her, that much was obvious, but as much as it annoyed her not to know, she had plans for the evening that didn’t include Alexei and his business. She let out an annoyed huff as she stepped aside.
“Do NOT make a mess in there or I will literally put your head through the tile.” Stasi warned. “I’ll leave a pair of sweats out, but you’d better return them.” She stepped aside to her dresser to grab the sweats, tossing them on her bed. “I’m going to be out of the house for a few days, have Elena wash them before I get back.”
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Though Polina had trusted Alexei enough to leave her kidnapper’s establishment with him, she was still admittedly wary of him. That’s why even after she had locked the door upon entering the bathroom, she waited until she heard Alexei leave his room before she turned her back to the door.
She did a slow sweep of the bathroom, taking it in. It was a fairly normal bathroom, clean but very obviously used. The counters had various soaps, fancy looking skin care items, and a handful of different colognes, all of which surprised Polina given how Alexei currently looked. There was a hamper tucked away in a corner that looked like it only had a few items in it, all of which looked like they were simply dirty from every day wear and not gore like his current clothes. He didn’t go around killing people every day, she supposed. There were clean towels hung up, just like he had said, but there was also one hung up more haphazard that she assumed was the one he was using currently. Overall, it was a normal bathroom.
She went ahead and set down the shirt Alexei had given her on the counter and looked at herself in the mirror for the first time that day. She looked like a mess.
Her hair, though still in braids, looked messy as some of her hair had tumbled free and was caked with blood. Her makeup had remained largely in tact, but there was definitely some red on her face that wasn’t painted on. Her eyes were red and puffy from all her crying, as were her cheeks and nose. She stared at her reflection for a long moment before letting out a shuddered breath and stepping forward to the sink.
She started her clean up with her face. She turned on the faucet and splashed water onto her face, rubbing her fingers firmly over the red circles on her cheeks to rub them off. The water ran red in the sink from both paint and blood and when it finally ran clear enough, Polina turned it off and looked at herself in the mirror again, noting she’d gotten most of the make-up off. She reached up to undo her hair, allowing the ribbons and pins to fall into the sink in front of her. She would clean up after herself once she was done showering. The blood in her hair made it hard, but she ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to brush it out.
Once she was done with that, she went ahead and shrugged off Alexei’s jacket and put it in the hamper, figuring he’d want it washed. As for the rest of her clothes, as soon as she took them off, she shoved them into the trash bin near the toilet, not wanting to look at them ever again.
She went over to the shower and got it turned on, making sure it was as hot as it could possibly be before getting in. It burned her, of course, but she wanted-no, she NEEDED, to be clean after her whole ordeal. As the hot water pelted her, she could feel equally hot tears budding in her eyes again.
Standing under the shower, she wrapped her arms around herself and began to cry. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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