Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2023 12:26 pm Post subject: Polexei
"Mama... I'm scared."
Polina couldn't believe that this was happening to her, though, in reality, she supposed that it was a long time coming.
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Polina's parents had come over from Russia with their families when they were young and had both ended up in a neighborhood not too far from where they ultimately started a family of their own. They met when they were teenagers. Her papa worked at a local grocer, having dropped out of school to help support his family, and her mama attended school by day while helping her own mama with a seamstress service by night. Her mama just so happened to stop in his store with some girl friends on the way home from school and he caught her eye as he restocked the tin fish her mother liked to buy.
"He was so tall and handsome and he looked like he had such strong arms. How could I resist?" Her mama would gush.
Little did she know that Polina's papa had noticed her too, long before that even.
"I noticed her every time she came in with your babushka. She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. I'd pretend to restock that tin fish nearly every day in hopes her mama would send ask her to pick it up." Her papa would laugh.
They had a whirlwind romance after that with bouquets of flowers left on apartment stoops, dancing under the streetlights to nothing more than a distant melody of a radio somewhere, and eventually a big church wedding where it felt like the whole of New York City turned up to celebrate with them. Or so her papa would say. Their papa, mama always said, liked to embellish things, it was one of his charms.
It wasn't long after their wedding that they started their family.
Alina was the eldest of the sisters and she took after their mama in both appearance and in temperment. She was never one to raise her voice in anger, though that didn't stop her from gently scolding her sisters from time to time whenever they mistepped. Her laugh was soft and airy, even when she laughed her hardest. She was shy to smile, insisting that it was no good with the little gap between her front teeth, but Polina thought her smile was charming, especially because she had a dimple in her right cheek.
Katerina was the middlest daughter and she was bold and loud, much like their papa. She wasn't someone who was easy to push around, not even by the neighborhood boys who liked to razz on all the girls. She was a girl of hard opinions and she wasn't afraid to let people know. She never said it out loud, but she admired Alina and was quick to follow suite in all that the eldest Lebedev girl did, though she was even quicker to label Polina a copycat when she tried to follow her lead. Her hair wasn't the same shade of pale blonde like Polina's, but rather it was golden like the sun, bright just like her.
And then there was Polina herself. She was the youngest of the sisters and was by far the most doted on by the family. People often commented on her beauty, saying she looked like a little doll with her big blue eyes and angelic face, but she was shy and often hid behind her mama and sisters whenever these comments were made. She was a soft girl with a kind heart, often spending time helping her mama with household tasks or trying to convince her sisters to play house or dolls with her. She loved when Alina or Katerina would do her hair for her, braiding it through with ribbons and adding little flower clips they got from the dollar store down the road.
The apartment they shared was on the smaller side with just two bedrooms. It sat in a neighborhood not far from Brighton Beach. Polina's papa no longer worked at the grocer, but rather he did maintenance in their building to pay for their apartment. Her mama continued to do seamstress work at night after the girls had all gone to bed to pay for everything else and while the purse strings needed to be kept tight, things were comfortable.
They were happy.
At night, after their papa had come home and dinner had been enjoyed, the family would pile into the bed all three girls shared and their papa would tell them stories. These stories were mostly about home and the people they left behind when their families moved to the US, some were old folktales he had been told as a child, but the stories he told with the most vigor were stories about their mama and about them.
"Your mama insisted that all three of you would be boys, but I said 'no, we will only have princesses who we will dress in pearls and gold'. And I was right, wasn't I? I have my three princesses. I should have put money down on each of the days you were born!" He laughed and that would make all three girls laugh as well.
Her papa had often joked that he was a betting man, but her mama didn't seem to think was too funny.
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Polina was still just a girl when she realized her father had found himself in trouble.
Polina's mother was getting her and her sisters ready for bed, putting her hair into braids while she helped her older sisters put curlers into theirs. Katerina was razzing Polina for being "too little" to wear curlers, even though she was only two years older, while Polina teased her back by insisting that the curlers in her hair made her look like old Missus Andreev from down the hall. Alina, the eldest, was quick to tut at Polina for the comment while assuring Katerina that she didn't look like the stoop backed old woman in their building. Their mama laughed at the three of them before pinching each of their cheeks and tucking them into the crowded queen sized bed the three girls shared. Before she could depart with her final goodnights, however, there was a great clattering in the front room of the house accompanied by yelling.
Their mama rushed out and the noise continued, but now included her own frightened yelling. The girls remained huddled together, listening to as an argument over money ensued between the men and their mother, until the distinct sound of an open palmed slap and their mama's cry pulled Polina to her feet first. She ran into the living room where she found three men standing over her parents, one of them with a hand fisted into her mama's hair. When he saw her, he let her mama go and turned to his associates, urging them that they were done.
"We'll be back for payment. Don't forget." He warned as he followed the other men out.
Polina hurried over to her parents and fussed over her mama before looking down to that she was cradling her father's badly bruised face in her lap.
She wasn't sure what payment the men were talking about, but she was sure they would be back for it.
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Her mama and papa began fighting after that, though Polina didn't understand what they were fighting about. They would argue in hushed whispers when they thought the girls had gone to sleep.
They hadn't.
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The men came one night just after dinner.
Polina was twelve and she was incessantly pestering Katerina to play with Barbies with her. Katerina, who had just turned fifteen, refused to humor her, insisting that they were both too old to even have Barbies anymore. Alina was painting their mama’s nails and gushing about a boy in their neighborhood who had recently asked her out on a date. Their mama was smiling as she listened and everything was normal.
Their papa had come home later than usual and was nursing a bottle of liquor at the kitchen table when there was a knock at the door. It wasn’t unusual for him to invite some of the men who lived in the same complex into the home to share a drink, so the girls hardly thought anything of it when he got up to answer.
However, to everyone’s shock and horror, the men from before were the ones at the door.
And he let them right in like they were old friends.
Their mama got up quickly, her nails half done, and went to their papa, demanding that he explain what was going on, asking how he could just let these men in after what they had done to him before. While they shared a heated exchange of words, the men let themselves into the living room where the girls all were and one of them proceeded to pluck Polina up as if she were one of her Barbie dolls.
All three of the girls began shrieking and Katerina and Alina rushed over to the men. They screamed and began beating on them, but their blows hardly mattered at all as they were shoved to the floor and swept aside. Their mama began screaming then and when she tried to go to her girls, their papa wrapped his arms tight around her and held her firm to where she stood.
Polina kicked and screamed, even going as far as biting her captor on the belly as he hauled her towards the door. She only hears snippets over all the chaos as her papa told her mama that she was the “prettiest one” and someone was paying them a lot of money for her, which only made her mama scream louder and fight her papa harder, though not hard enough to get free.
She was twelve, she still played with Barbies, she still had skinned knees from tripping on the blacktop at school. She didn’t know what was going on.
”You can’t take her! You can’t! She's just a little girl!” Alina cried out, which was enough for the men to pause and look over to her sprawled out on the floor with Katerina still.
Despite what their papa had said, Polina had always thought Alina was pretty with her long chestnut hair and round face. She looked like their mama, especially with their dimples and freckle kissed cheeks. She was taller than all the girls in her class and had long legs that made her faster than all the boys in the neighborhood. She had kind eyes and the warmest touch whenever she held her sisters’ hands.
But the men didn’t know or care about her gentle touch or her tender heart. Instead, when they looked at her, they eyed her like livestock, uttering comments about her “tits” and her round hips.
After a few moments of discussion, Polina was dropped to the ground and one of her captor’s stepped forward and yanked hard at Alina’s arm, hauling her to her feet.
”We’ll take this one. She’s more woman, not little girl.” The man said as he dragged Alina passed Polina on the floor.
Alina, panicked and frightened, dragged her heels and wept as she was taken from the apartment. She reached for their mama and she pleaded at their papa until she disappeared into the hallway with the men. Even after they couldn’t see her, they could hear her wailing until she was gone.
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That night, and for many nights after that, Polina, Katerina, and their mama all wept as they lay in the bed the all three sisters once shared.
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Nothing was ever the same at home after Alina was taken.
Polina’s mama no longer shared a room with her papa, instead sleeping with her daughters in their room. At first, her papa had cried and pleaded in protest, insisting something had to be done about the money, but then, over time, he became bitter and angry towards her mama. He hurled cruel words towards her, blaming her for everything, saying she was a bad mother and a bad wife and didn't work hard enough to support them. Polina didn't understand how any of this could be her mother's fault. She wasn't the one who spent their money and she certainly wasn't the one who invited the wrath of those men.
Nothing was ever the same and it was because of her papa.
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One day, when Polina was fifteen, Katerina was simply gone when she returned home from school and she found her mother wailing in a bruised and broken pile on the floor and her father brooding in the kitchen with a bottle of alcohol. While her mother’s face was cut and bruised, he didn’t have a scratch on him, and while her mother wept, he looked angry and annoyed.
The men had come again and they took Katerina. This time, their papa couldn’t hold onto their mama, so she tried to fight the men as they stole Katerina. They beat her just like they had their papa the first time they showed up and he did nothing to stop it. When they were done beating her, apparently, they had thrown a little wooden box her way and left.
She was still clutching the box when Polina came home and found her weeping on the floor.
Inside the box was a pile of ash and bone and it didn’t take long to realize that it was Alina, or rather, what was left of her.
Alina was dead and Katerina was taken to replace her.
One day, maybe when Katerina was dead too, they would come and take Polina too.
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Polina left school shortly after that, not because she wanted to, but because she had to.
After Katerina was taken from them and Alina was returned in that little box, their mama’s health rapidly declined. Having her girls stolen from her broke something inside of her and as far as Polina knew, it could never be fixed.
She spent most of her days sitting the recliner in the living room, watching the door with a vacant sort of look in her eyes. Polina imagined she was waiting for her sisters to come home, which she knew they never would. She never smiled anymore, nor did she laugh, in fact, she didn't do much of anything beyond getting up from bed every day at Polina's coaxing and sit in her chair. Polina was sure if she didn't feed her herself, her mama would have starved to death, and she knew that if she wasn't there to bathe her, she would have been left to fester.
Sometimes, she would get up from her recliner, only to wander the house calling for her daughters. When they never called back, she would collapse wherever she was and wail mournfully, as if the loss was fresh all over again. She would be inconsolable, but Polina would still get on the floor with her and try to bring her comfort.
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Polina had been taken in the middle of the night, pulled right from her and her mama’s bed as they slept. She knew immediately what was happening when unfamiliar hands yanked her upright and dragged her towards the door while her mama began screaming.
“No! No! Don’t take her too!” Her mother wept, only to have her cries muffled followed by her papa’s voice telling her that it was “already done”.
Of course, Polina was horrified. She hadn’t heard from Katerina in years and Alina now lived in a little box on the dresser in her and her mama’s room. She knew the fate that awaited her wasn’t a pleasant one. However, what frightened her more was what would become of her mother. If she wasn’t there, who would take care of her? Who would hold her and pet her hair when she frantically looked for her girls? Who would feed and wash her? Certainly not her papa.
No, not him.
He didn’t love her mama like that, not anymore, just like he didn’t love his girls either, because if he had loved any of them, he wouldn’t have condemned them to such miserable fates.
She fought miserably against her captors and when it became clear she couldn’t escape them, she called to her papa, begging him to take care of her mama.
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The men brought her to what looked like a nondescript hotel, a sign illuminated in the window that read “VACANCY”. Upon entering the lobby, it looked no different from any other hotel in the city, though a bit bland with yellow flourescent lighting and beige carpets.
There was a woman working behind the counter who almost looked out of place in the lackluster lobby. Her hair was pulled into a slick ponytail and her eyes were lined heavily with glitter. She wore excessive gold jewelry in her ears and on her fingers and a revealing outfit that looked like a repurposed bellhop suit jacket that had been glitzed up with sequines.
She looked Polina up and down before reaching under the counter to press a button that appeared to buzz open a set of double doors on the other side of the lobby.
The doors opened up to a hallway that was very different looking that the lobby. The walls were lined with a deep red wall paper shot through with streaks of gold that reflected the light from a series of chandaliers hanging from a high ceiling extending all the way. Doors lined both sides of the hallway and though it was muffled, there was the distinct sound of moaning and other noises coming from behind them.
She was dragged along the hallway until they reached a door towards the end. One of the men opened the door she was promptly shoved onto the floor inside without a care. She looked up just in time to see the door slam in her face and she listened as it was locked from the outside.
They left her there frightened and alone.
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After a few hours, two women showed up, both hardly older than her mama.
They found her curled up in a chair at the corner of the room, eyes red rimmed from crying and from exhaustion. She didn't have the courage to fall asleep, worried what someone might do to her if she did so.
The women approached her and told her to stand up. Frightened by the whole experience, Polina didn't have it in her to disobey and stood up. The women looked at her the same way she remembered those awful men looked at Alina all those years ago, but instead of stopping at just looking, they yanked at her pajamas until she was sobbing and completely naked. She tried to cover herself, but that didn’t stop them from prying her hands away and assessing her.
“She’ll need to shave. No one likes them untrimmed these days.” One of them commented.
“She’s pretty, but she’ll still need someone to come do her makeup.” The other said as she grabbed Polina’s face, turning her over this way and that. “She looks awfully innocent. Do you think she’s a virgin? If she is, we can sell her first time for a hell of a lot more than she was even bought for.”
Polina’s chest felt like a bear trap as she looked up at the assessing women with wide, frightened eyes.
She wasn’t a clueless twelve-year-old anymore, she had figured out quite some time ago that when her papa “sold” her sisters that it meant he’d sold them for sex work. She also knew that that meant he had intended to sell her all those years ago too, he was just finally getting to do it.
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The women told her, as they groomed her, to think of the night to come as her wedding night, but this was a far cry from the big wedding she had imagined for herself. It was nothing like the celebration her papa once told his girls about when he and her mama got married.
Polina had always had a fair complexion, the women preparing her had marveled and gushed over how clear it was save for the beauty marks speckling her face. Still, they painted bright red circles of blush on her cheeks to make her look like a matryoshka. She already had long, curly lashes, so they had decided that she didn't the help of falsies, but her natural lashes were pale and required several coats of mascara to darken them, the same as her brows Her pale blonde hair had been pulled into tight, intricate braids and ribbons that made her temples ache. The women insisted she wear a ruffled nighty, one that hardly left anything to the imagination with how sheer it was. Since she was a "virginal bride", it was important that it was white like a wedding gown. To add insult to injury, they also made her dawn a poorly made kokoshnik like she would have worn on her real wedding day. It was nothing at all like the beautiful head piece her mother had worn in all of her wedding photos.
Once she was done being prepared, she was led to another hotel room like a lamb to slaughter. She was sat on the bed and told to wait, that her "groom" would be there soon.
She was a virgin and that's all that needed to be said to get someone to pay top dollar for her. She would sell fast, they said, and then they left.
It was a smart choice, on their part, to have used waterproof mascara because as soon as they left her alone, the tears came rolling down her cheeks.
"Mama... I'm scared." She simpered. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“We’re coming up on the hotel now.” Vania announced from her place in the drivers seat, of a sleek, black Audi A8. She was one of the few in the family who opted to drive, apart from being New Yorkers, driving was usually something someone unimportant, would be hired to do. But Vania liked being in control, to be the one in charge and generally do things herself. She was pretty, dainty in appearance, which was surprising given her reputation. Vania had a small round face, which was not like either of her parents. She did have the Cavalier features, a pair of thick brows, with intense arches. A small celestial nose, it was long and skinny and upturned at the tip. While not specific to her French heritage, she did also have Riley’s dark brown eyes, dark curly hair; though the curl types were different. Her twin’s hair was red and pin straight, and Riley’s were intensely black curls that were springy and defined. Vania’s were much more tame, a consistent wave with long layers, giving Vania’s the body that her mother’s hair had just from the depth of her curls. (Ref. Riley is like a 3b curl and Vania is a 2b.)
Her personal guard, “Klondike,” was in the passenger seat, head down, it appeared he was playing Wordle, on his phone. Klondike was much older than most of the “upper guards,” he was one of the first signed onto Riley’s service; someone who was there since day one, just as Riley was carving out a place for her family in the mob world. He was human, mortal, and he liked it that way. But werewolves and supernatural beasts never scared or threatened him, even now in his “old age.” He often joked he was safer with Vania, than anyone else in the world. The irony of being the personal guard to a werewolf, was not lost on him. But it wasn’t a problem for Klondike to do as he was told, especially if Riley was the one telling him. He never patronized Vania or even dared to stand in her way of anything at all, it kept him in her good graces, and caused for her to cherish him very much. Even if he was only there to watch the door, while Vania ripped someone’s teeth out, he was sure to be there and to offer her a wet wipe for after.
Klondike appeared to be older than Ace, whether or not he truly was, has never been confirmed. He was tall, if elderly people were susceptible to shrinking with old age, surely Klondike couldn’t have been that old. He was nearly seven feet, meaning the passenger seat was almost completely reclined so the vehicle could accommodate the length of his legs. Klondike was very broad shouldered, like most of the men Riley would employ, and he wore a beat up bomber jacket that seemed to enhance the width of his shoulders. He had crows feet and laugh lines, he was much more jolly and unserious compared to the rest of Rileys men. Perhaps that’s why he was paired with Vania, who was also more spirited than some of Riley’s other children. His hair was an inky black whenever Vania was a young girl, but now it was salt and pepper colored; streaked with silver and grey. His eyes were a steely grey, that seemed to soften over time; perhaps with age. The hardest thing about him, could’ve been the tattoo that threatened to peek out from under the color of his shirt. Vania knew it was a name, it read, “Winnie.” No one knew who Winnie was to him, Vania supposed Klondike would share it with her when he was ready, but he never has.
“The other cars are already there, we have guys posted up at every exit; waiting on your word.” Klondike said without looking up from his phone.
Vania gave a side glance at Klondike and his phone.
“What’s your score today?” She asked.
“Solid three!” Klondike said with a wide smile, showing her his phone screen and offering a thumbs up.
“Good job! It’s important to keep your mind sharp.” Vania nodded, seemingly proud of him.
Vania was probably Alexei’s favorite aunt. He thought it was very cool how she was always so busy. She played cello in the New York Philharmonic, first chair; though Alexei wasn’t sure what that meant, he assumed it made her that much more important and impressive. She was an important underboss, alongside her siblings, a ruthless one at that. When Alexei began his own involvement in mob work, he heard right away, the rumors and the stories that circulated Aunt Vania. She was known for being unnecessarily violent, she would hurt people; mostly because she could. She loved to play and perform, she would play the long game with anyone as long as it ended with her leaning over their corpse. Most grotesquely, she was known for pulling out teeth; as a threat, a consequence, a mercy, for fun. They called her The Tooth Fairy, which Alexei thought was funny and endearing, until he watched her straddle a man and rip out his molar with pliers. The man screamed in agony, hot tears streaked his face as she pulled. The mans face was so red, Alexei thought his head would explode. Roughly, Vania twisted and wrenched out the tooth. When the tooth was freed, and Vania held it triumphantly in the air. Nerves and blood vessels came with it, dripping down the metal of the pliers and onto Vania’s hand. She marveled at it a moment, a proud smile on her lips before yanking away the dangling nerves and leaving the lone tooth to drop into her palm. She underhand tossed it to Alexei, he was surprised he caught it and didn’t crush it in his hand; it was small and an off white color under the blood that still clung to the tooth. There was a silver filling in the center of it, cavities, Alexei assumed.
“A souvenir.” She said, smiling and giving him a wink. She then leaned down to wipe her hands on the front of the mans shirt, and climbing off of him. The mans wailing was breaking up between broken gags and sobs. His head rolled to the side and he vomited, blood and sick spilling down his shoulder. Alexei’s senses were overwhelmed, the air was thick with salt and iron, from the man’s blood and sweat. He had urinated himself hours ago when Vania first trapped him. Alexei could hear the mans pulse weaken, and his skin was greying.
“He’s gone into shock.” Vania said, wiping her hands off again on a handkerchief from her purse. Her hands were still stained red as she fished a pack of cigarettes from her purse, she casually put the smoke between her lips and lit it. She took a long drag before waving at the man, limp in the chair. “Happens all the time, especially with people who have weak constitutions.” She explained in a puff of smoke.
Alexei was maybe Vania’s favorite nephew, he were close at least.
He was always eager to work with her and never questioned her ways, he was even interested in her methods. Among her other tutelage opportunities, Vania offered professional insight as a business owner. She was a purveyor of sex and all things erotic; she considered herself a “sex magnate.” Vania was a sexually free and fluid individual, her club was meant to be a reflection of that.
Her club was named “Дать зуб,” which means, “to give tooth.” Which is also a Russian idiom of sorts, to give tooth, means to give your word; to swear it. It means, I would give you my tooth, to prove it. Alexei wondered what Vania’s fixation with teeth was, but he supposed she was just a bit eccentric.
Among her other tutelage opportunities, Vania offered professional insight as a business owner. When Alexei became of age, Vania allowed him to work at her club. He didn’t dance or sell his body of course, Дать зуб was more about facilitating a safe place to express yourself sexually. There were “playrooms,” you could bring your own party and have “private play,” or you could have “public play,” where others can watch or join in if permitted. There were private “toy” curators who were hired specifically to design and sell sex toys to the patrons of the club, nothing was for rent of course because that would be unsanitary. While it was one of the most wildly erotic places you could spend your time in New York, Vania still ran a tight ship.
Дать зуб was her baby, she cared that it succeeded and reflected on her positively. Her books were kept by her and Klondike personally, no outsiders, no mistakes. The rules and regulations were posted wherever they could be and announced at the beginning of any “play party.” Above all else, safety and consent reigned supreme, and Vania hired security to enforce that. When it seemed Alexei wasn’t going to shine where there were numbers and city regulations involved, Alexei joined her security, it was Alexei’s responsibility to keep trouble from getting in, and if it did, it was his responsibility to remove them from the premises. While Alexei was a monstrous being, inside and out, he did a good job of keeping everyone safe without much incident.
The environment of course, allowed for Alexei to indulge his more erotic desires. Even before working at the club, Alexei considered himself to be a sexual person; someone hungry for passion and eroticism. But Vania was a good influence on him, he knew it was never ok to take advantage of someone in bed (unless they consent to that). Alexei developed into quite the little monster, but a Prince still at heart. So it was a no brainer that he would work this job with his aunt, who had been investigating this group for sex slavery for some time. Vania could save girls here and there as she could, but tonight, Vania would bring down the whole establishment.
“Deviants will be punished, and the girls will be saved.” Vania said, somewhat to herself, her dark eyes focused on the road ahead.
“Deviants will be punished, and the girls will be saved.” Alexei repeated from his place in the seat behind Vania’s. He was dressed in a similar fashion to his Aunt and her guard, just in the way that he was dressed in all black; less conspicuous. But he had busied himself on the drive by preparing himself to fight. This consisted of slipping big rings on each of his fingers, before wrapping his hands carefully with boxing tape. Another guard belonging to his other aunt, Spider, taught him this trick when he was just starting to come to mob things. He could get a gun and shoot someone, he could even eat them. But none would be as personal as beating them to death; this was his version of pulling teeth.
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When Alexei was born, he looked like an unearthly being. He was fat and pink, he had been born with some of his teeth; two tiny fanged little teeth, and pointed ears he inherited from Fauna’s mother. Like his sister before him, he was chubby with fat wrists and ankles. Fauna thought his clenched fist looked like an adorable bread roll, it was soft and round; dimples where his knuckles would form. He had a streak of black hair, fluffy and tall; it stood straight up, like a feathered crest of a bird. Technically, it would take some time for his true eye color to set in. But they were as dark now as they were at birth, a brown so dark that it was almost black. Besides just being short of leather wings, he looked like a devil.
As an adult he’s mostly maintained the atmosphere of being a devil. The tips of his ears did not soften with age, nor his dark gaze. He looked a bit like his grandmother, he had her dark, thin eyes and her flat nose. But beyond that, he looked like his father, especially in his build. That fat devil grew into an enormous beast. After puberty, Alexei shot up several inches, surpassing his father in height. Like his father and his sister before him, he indulged in gymnastics and fighting, this made him toned and muscular. Alexei could carry his own weight and then some, and still cut through the air like a gale wind. As an adult, Alexei was just as intense as ever, maybe more so. He loved to free run, fling himself from buildings and drop himself in front of cars. He loved to surprise people, the look of terror on their faces when he would dent a car with his body. But Alexei wasn’t immune to injury of course, this would still wound him deeply, but the adrenaline of it all, powered him through any pain or discomfort. Even bleeding from his head, he could still smile from his place cemented in the hood. When you don’t feel pain, and you aren’t afraid of anything, operating as an agent of chaos comes naturally. He would have no reservations about tearing apart people tonight.
Polina sat crying alone for what felt like hours, maybe it had been, when she heard the distinct beep and click of the door unlocking. She drew herself up on the bed, scuttling backwards towards the headrest and further away from the door. Her eyes were wide and panicked as she watched the door open and a man let himself inside.
He looked to be a middle aged man, perhaps only a little younger than either of her parents, and while he wasn't particularly ugly, he wasn't very handsome either. He was tall and sinewy in a way that made his suit hang awkwardly from his frame. Despite how his body was shaped, his face was quite short and squinched up with a nose that had a sharp tilt at the end of it. He almost looked like a bat between the snout and how beady his eyes were. When he spotted Polina on the bed dressed all in white, he smiled at her in a way that regardless of any situation would have been menacing.
"Oh...hello, pretty thing." He said, closing the door behind him. He leaned against it, still leering at Polina from across the room with hungry eyes. He reached up to loosen the tie around his neck. "I'm told this will be a special night for you." He said.
Polina swallowed thickly and gave a weak shake of her head. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Once Vania’s vehicle pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, things began to move incredibly fast. Her intentions were to block off all possible exits, so no offenders made it off the grounds unless it was in pieces. From the car she instructed for Alexei to enter from the emergency exit and work his way to the front, she and Klondike would go in from the lobby and work their way back; hopefully they would meet in the middle. Of course, numerous foot soldiers were also there with the mission statement in mind; no one on their service condoned sex slavery or trafficking, tonight was bound to be a righteous one.
Entering from the back emergency exit as instructed, Alexei was confronted with a couple of men at the back door.
“Hey, Andrei the Giant, no entry.” One man sneered, waving off Alexei.
“My name isn’t Andrei, my name is Alexei.” Alexei said before quickly, hit one of the men with a chin na move he learned, striking his face without warning and plucking out his eye. That man screamed and began wildly thrashing around, clutching at his face in horror. The other man had no time to react before Alexei drove his weighted fist, inward and upward of his rib cage, intent on ripping out his heart. He drove his fist through, wrenching and wriggling his fist in his chest before wrestling out a soft, wet, red heart. The screaming of the one eyed man had alerted others, Alexei dropped the heart before charging forward at the next onslaught of men.
It wasn’t unusual to hear screaming (among other things) from the other rooms, though it was usually girls, so the man wasn’t particularly bothered as he proceeded to climb onto the bed and towards Polina.
He continued to smile that disgusting smile of his as he crawled on all fours towards her and it made Polina’s stomach turn violently as she tried to clamber further away to no avail. She had her back pressed to the headboard and was nearly climbing up it when the man grabbed her by her dainty ankle and pulled her towards him.
“Don’t be so shy, pretty. It won’t hurt too much. Really, it could be much worse. I can be gentle.” He said as he easily got her underneath him.
He sat himself on her thighs to keep her in place and with one hand he traced fingers over the silky fabric of the “underwear” she’d been forced to wear while using the other to palm at the tenting of his pants.
Polina yelped and thrashed under the man, but his weight kept her in place.
“Please! I don’t want this!” She yelled, tears leaving hot wet trails down her face. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei continued to rip through people like a human meat grinder, men of their own employment began collecting women and girls from the rooms they cleared. Alexei was on his last room on that floor, the door was locked, but that wouldn’t keep him out. All the doors had been locked, and Alexei had kicked one down without mistake. This door was no different; he stomped his boot right through the door, before reaching with his hand to break away wood; making entry for his enormous frame. He ducked his head down as he entered, the room was dark compared to the lit hallway; his form was illuminated from behind.
He rested his gaze on the frame of a man, he was hunched over on the bed, and Alexei didn’t assume he was hunched over a pillow.
“Mussor…” He began slowly, his tone almost a growl. mussor was slang, usually for a cop but it literally means, “garbage.”
Alexei could hear the someone crying and struggling under the man, he hoped he wasn’t too late. But he would make this person pay regardless. He rushed the bed frame and grabbed ahold of the man from the back of his neck, both hands curling and wrenching around the man neck. He wrangled and squeezed hard on his neck, after the anterior and the posterior jugulars burst under his fingers. He pressed harder still, his windpipe crushed under his palms, and his veins were bulging and ballooning. The blood vessels in the mans eyes were bursting, and his face was a deep purple, and an awful gurgling sound was choking from his bloated lips. Even harder, as blood was bursting and gushing between his fingers; the man was dead, he stopped audibly choking. Harder, he squeezed until his hands quivered; until the mans head weakly rolled over the side of Alexei’s hand; loosely dangling by something, maybe vertebrae?
The mans body slumped on top of whomever he was leaning over, Alexei was quick to push him off the mattress. He observed a very small woman, now under him since the other guys corpse had rolled away. He appeared to him, to be glowing; angelic and white, she was so fair colored. Her eyes were large with a thick curtain of pale lashes, and her eyes were the most heavenly shade of blue. She was dressed in all white and now dotted with the blood from her predator. To him, she looked like the angel on top of a Christmas tree. He noted she was wearing a kokoshnik, which made him frown. “голубь[\i],” he began, his voice very deep, like a rumble or a growl. But he tone was low, quiet, like he was trying to reassure her that she was safe.
“This will not be your wedding day.” He said, slowly reaching to remove the kokoshnik with a bloodied hand.
Polina had been too stunned to scream as she watched as her would-be “groom” be mangled right above her. She let out a frightened little gasp as he fell on top of her, but didn’t make much noise beyond that. Her body trembled as his lifeless weight crushed her, but only briefly before he was rolled off of her.
She found herself face to face with another man, who was just as frightening as the last, perhaps even more so.
He was large enough that she was sure he could grapple with a bear and win. His hair was dark as were his sharp eyes and he was absolutely covered in gore, enough so that she was sure it couldn’t have just come from the man he’d just killed.
He looked like a beast and as he reached out to her, she couldn’t help but fear she was next.
She let out a whimper and recoiled, clumsily scooting away through her violent trembling.
“пожалуйста, не надо…” she whimpered. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“ Не бойся, я не причиню тебе зла.” Alexei said, though he didn’t advance further. Instead, he retreated off the bed; kicking the corpse of the earlier man, farther from the bed. He took another step back, to be an arms length from the mattress. First he wiped his hands on his shirt, though his shirt was already wet and stained with blood. But this way he could wipe away the gooey remains from his palms at least. Then, he extended a hand out to her, inviting her silently, to accept it on her own terms.
The other girls mostly ran out of the rooms, fleeing right away. But given the environment, he expected it would be harder and scarier for others. Nevernind that he just ripped a guys head off.
The dead man had said that to her too, but despite this new man’s appearance, there was a sincerity in his words where there wasn’t in the other man’s. She swallowed thickly as she looked from the man’s red stained hands to his face.
“You aren’t going to steal me too…are you?” Her voice quavered. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“No.” Alexei said plainly, his expression was hard, he’d been told before that he came off as intense. He tried hard to dampen this by not making animate expressions; be still in his face. He still held his hand out to her, but didn’t make any moves toward her. “No one ever steal you again.” He finished.
Polina hesitated, but eventually reached out to take the man’s hand, fingers shaking like the rest of her. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei allowed for there to space between them so she could step down from a comfortable distance. He released her hand before shrugging off his jacket, still spattered with blood, he wiped it across the carpet where it was free of blood, to sort of clean it. He then dropped it over her shoulders to cover herself, before slowly, reaching to remove the kokoshnik.
Polina’s frame was easily swallowed up by the man’s jacket. Though it was still wet with blood, it was decidedly better than the scant clothing she had been dressed in by her kidnappers. She reached up to wrap it closer to herself and felt her eyes becoming wet with tears again, this time from more relief than fear. She allowed the kokoshnik to be removed, some of her hair tumbling out from where it had been held in place.
“Where…where are you going to take me?” She asked. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“My family will keep you in their custody temporarily, we will conduct an investigation. We have to make sure everyone involved is punished.” He explained, like it was a very straightforward explanation. He offered a hand out again to guide her out.
She wasn’t really worried about her father, she had long since detached her feelings from him. However…she was still worried about her mother. What would happen to her? _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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