Saving His Princess(3)

By: Elisa Leigh



Now he treats me like a piece of property. I’m expected to do what he says and not question him. At least when I was in Russia, I had the freedom to make my own decisions. I grew up in an orphanage and dreamed of leaving the place I was discarded. I know nothing of my parents and was told to feel blessed I’d been given a chance to live.

The only reprieve from life was an American teacher, Will Adams, who taught English, foreign language at my school. He made the United States sound beautiful and full of opportunities I didn’t have in Russia. He told me about a scholarship he knew of and encouraged me to apply. When I did and was accepted it was one of the happiest days of my life. I felt like my life was finally starting. This was supposed to be the beginning of something amazing.

Will helped me out with everything, even filling out the paperwork to get a student visa and set up my travel to the states. I should have known it was too good to be true. I shouldn’t have trusted him with my life. In the end, he was just one part of the big scheme to traffic over twenty women into the United States from Moscow.

Once in the states, all the women were kept locked underground in small cages we couldn’t even stand in. I learned quickly if I kept quiet and did what they said they wouldn’t stick me full of drugs. I’d need a clear head to survive this. I was locked up for over a month before I was sent to Steven.

Now I’m stuck living with a man that refuses to give me back my identification. He keeps telling me horror stories about what happens to people who can’t prove they’re here legally. I know he must be lying about some of it, but I can’t risk being sent back.

Last night he cornered me in the hall, a few feet from my door. He was drunk and standing entirely too close for comfort. He grabbed my breasts hard and started rubbing himself against me. When he orgasmed in his pants, he became angry and slapped me. Scared for the first time in months, all I did was cower to him. I listened as he berated me for dressing too provocatively. Apparently, it was my fault he couldn’t control himself. His bride would be here today, so I better be on my best behavior, or he’d give me to Johnny. I shudder thinking about the things that man would do to me if Steven let him.

After talking to Holly a few minutes ago, she’s promised to take me with her whenever she leaves. I feel my first sense of hope since I left the country I was born in. Russia isn’t my home, I’ve never had one of those and I never will if stay here in this prison.

I grab Holly’s clothes off the bathroom floor and walk them outside to the garbage. When I enter the kitchen from the back door, Johnny is sitting at the kitchen table, watching me as I walk in.

“Come here Svetlana.”

I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, knowing something bad will inevitably happen if I don’t get out of here. I walk faster, pretending not to hear him, needing to get away from this man. I met Johnny a few times before he left to find Holly and every time he looked at me I’d cringe. He’s a huge man, tall with more fat than muscle. He’s strong though, and I know he could overpower me easily. He’s got a gold front tooth and greasy slicked back hair who smells like liquor and cigarettes.

“Stop! Steven gave you over to me as a reward for having been gone for six months tracking that bitch all over the country. Get over here before I’m forced to make you.”

I run and almost make it to the entrance of the hall when he grabs my uniform from behind, tearing it. He spins me around and slams me against the wall. He smacks me across the face so hard I see stars, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of crying out. Damn it! What is it with these guys and hitting me in the face the past two days?

“Why’d you make me do that? You should have listened the first time!” Johnny screams in my face.

“Please don’t do this Johnny. I’m not what you want, I don’t have any experience. You need someone who knows what they’re doing. I have no clue.” I cry and beg, knowing being with him will be far worse than I’ve had it.

He smiles wide the more I talk and leans in to kiss me. I clamp my mouth shut refusing to kiss him back. He grabs my jaw and squeezes it open. I can’t help it when I cry out in pain. He shoves his nasty tongue into my mouth, and I bite it as hard as I can, drawing blood. When Johnny pulls back I spit in his face, and he slaps me again, this time against my mouth. Fuck that hurt!

“You stupid fucking cunt. You’re going to wish you hadn’t done that. We could have done this so much easier, but you had to be a bitch about it.”

He throws me over his shoulder, and I kick and scream the whole way as he walks to the front door. I make as much noise as I can, knocking over priceless art in the process, hoping Holly hears me in time and she can help.

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