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Yelena waited at attention, her senses, and nerves on edge. It had not taken long for word of the bombing at Dreykov’s office, in Budapest to reach the Red Room. The place had been put on lockdown, every widow had been cuffed, and secured in their rooms. Guards standing in the corners, watching the girls’ every move. The hallways were constantly being patrolled. The cameras in every room swiveled on their mounts, surveying every crevice of the building. Older widows that had been trained with the star student that had been taken, had yet to be returned.
It was not long before Yelena was ripped from her bed, and marched down to the general’s office. Yelena knew it was her affiliation with Natasha that had put her in this position. She had not had contact with her sister since they had been forced into this place, she hadn’t even ever gotten a glimpse of her for as long as she has been here. However long that had been.
She licked her lips, and took a deep breath. Yelena fought to control the shaking in her body, racking her brain for any information she could give them. She had been taught to lie, it wouldn’t be difficult depending on who was interrogating her.
Yelena froze her mind going blank, as fear shot through her. The office doors situated behind her, slammed open, hitting the walls they were attached to. She was as tense as a wound up spring ready to burst. The thundering, clomping sound of the guards headed towards her, sent a cold shiver down her spine. Along with the heavy steps of-
Dreykov.
Yelena clenched her jaw, as the right side of her head exploded in pain. Her head whipped to the left, her legs nearly buckling from the force of whatever hit her. Before she could recover another blow was delivered to the same place, this one sending Yelena crashing to the floor. Blows rained down on her. They aimed for any vulnerable place she left exposed to them, Yelena could only curl up into as tight of a ball as she could trying her best to protect her stomach, and head.
She had no idea how much time had passed before they stopped beating her. She didn’t get any chance to figure it out, as a large gloved hand gripped her hair at the base of her braid, dragging her to her feet. Yelena wobbled trying to keep upright, her blurry vision, and the dizziness she felt did not help. The hand gripping her hair tugged her head back, and up. Forcing her on her tippy toes, with her head pulled straight back. Yelena could feel the blood slipping down the sides of her face, and neck. Her face felt puffy, and warm. As did the rest of her body.
A gloveless hand, with a distinctive clamminess gripped her throat. Yelena involuntarily whimpered, the hold was tight around her throat, making it slightly difficult for Yelena to breath. Dreykov leaned in close to Yelena’s face, he towered over her as he looked down on her. She couldn’t make out any details of his face, she didn’t really even know if he was saying anything. Her ears or her brain just weren't working. Yelena was keenly aware of his humid breath blowing across her face, but she couldn’t hear him.
She felt her legs get swept out from under her, the hand holding her upright by her hair shoving her head down to follow the rest of her body. Pain was the only thing Yelena was able to register, she was so oblivious to the outside world that she did not notice her clothes being stripped from her body. Or Dreykov spreading her legs apart pushing her underwear aside in order to stick his chubby fingers inside of her. His other hand unzipped his jeans, pulling out his penis. Dreykov stroked himself hard, aligning himself at her entrance. He leaned down towards Yelena’s ear gripping her face in his free hand.
“I assure you that your sister's betrayal will never be repeated, I'll be sure to use you as the living example as to why you don’t go against your family.” He leaned in closer. “You will pay for her sins for as long as you live.” Yelena choked back a wail.
Dreykov began raping her, pounding into her as deep as he could go. His fingers digging into her hips, his rhythm strong, and unforgiving. Yelena wanted to scream. Scream for him to stop, for someone to stop him, for Mama, for Natasha. For the blue-haired girl who would give Yelena piggyback rides, and sneak her candy from Papa’s stash.
Yelena isn’t sure when she loses consciousness. As she came to, in a pitch black room, she knew her punishment was not over. The floor was cold, and hard, her mouth was gagged. With her wrists, and ankles bound, behind her back. Unable to move or see as she waited. Silently begging Natasha to come back soon. Yelena knew her sister would come back for her, she had always looked after her when they were together. She would still do it now.
Yelena was right in some ways. Natasha did come back for her… 14 years later…