Page 78 of Reckless Woman
There’s a harsh, ugly noise above me as he rolls his throat and spits, and then two fingers, only slightly more lubricated, are forced back inside me.
“¡Hijueputa!” I scream at him again, fighting and bucking, but a part of my body is already bracing and cowering.Men like Morozov never stop until they’ve used you up.
“Daughters must be punished when they do their Papás wrong,” he says with a nasty laugh, followed by the vile sound of his zipper. “I do this to my own daughters from time to time to remind them of their places in the world.”
“You bastard! Get off of me!Get off me!” But my pleas turn into a wounded groan as he thrusts inside me anyway.
The pain is so familiar, but no less agonizing.
When I was a child, I would float up to the sky to evade it, but I can’t stop staring at the laptop screen in front of me. It’s locking me into the present. Something awful is about to happen, and I can’t look away.
People walking
Grunt.
Cars passing
Grunt.
The thought of my father’s betrayal forces vomit up and into my mouth again. I lied for him. I cheated for him. I risked my life for him.I stared down the devil for him.We were never in this vengeance together, it seems. It was his to claim, and I was just there to deploy it.
Morozov leans over to lick my cheek from jaw to temple. “I know you’re enjoying this as much as me,suka.”
I want to shut my eyes, but I’m transfixed by the screen.
That thick, treacly accent that scarred the side of my neck as he raped me over and over again.
No. Not that memory.Never that memory.
As awful as this moment is, it will never compare to that.
“Remember, this punishment is for your heartandyour pussy, Viviana,” I hear him gasp as his thrusts increase in pace and violence. It tells me he’s close to finishing. All of this will be over soon, but I know he’s saving something sick and special for his climax. “Eyes on the laptop,suka.”
Blinking, I watch in mounting horror as Anna steps onto the sidewalk just beneath the camera’s vision. She’s wearing denim cutoff shorts and a man’s shirt that she’s tied in a knot at her waist. Her long blonde hair flows free across her shoulders and she looks like sunshine.
“Blyat!”Whore!
Morozov stiffens and I feel his revolting cock jerking inside me. At the same time, I see Anna turn and smile at someone in the distance.
“Run,parcera,” I whisper, but it’s too late.
I don’t hear the gunshots, but I see her body lurch and shudder as they hit her chest and stomach.
I don’t hear her cries, but I hear them echoing around my head.
I don’t feel her pain, but I imagine every sharp, blinding stab of it.
And when she hits the ground at a broken angle, I’m lying crumpled and bleeding beside her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Anna
The day my life changed forever was like walking into a room full of masks.
Some I recognized.
Some I didn’t.