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Moscow - Russia.
4,666.39 miles From New York
Initially it was the smell that hit Daisy first, it was the dank smell of old sickly sweet alcohol, mixed with cigarettes and cheap aftershave of the musty variety, then she felt the stickiness of the floor, her shoes becoming more absorbed into it as she walked on it, this was all after only walking a few steps in through the entrance that laid to a black hallway, to where there was another door ahead.
As she moved she heard a voice in Russian behind her, looking over she saw a very bulky pale greyed haired middle aged man with a cigarette in his hand standing against the wall, he was wore a black shirt and black gillet and black trousers, against the painted black walls he almost completely blended in if wasn’t for his hair and pale skin.
Both Daisy and her kidnapper stopped and stood still, her kidnapprr having squeezed her shoulder as an induction to do so.
Stepping in front of them, the bulky man said something to her kidnapper.
“Weapons/Oружие?” The man asked.
Unbuttoning his coat, the metal armed up lifted up arms to show he had nothing, the look on his face as of annoyance, exhaling as he did so.
Not believing him, the bulky man took out a phone and pointed it at the him, he moved it up and down twice slowly. The screen of his phone was looking for weapons or anything metal.
Not understanding at first but realising he was being scanned Daisy couldn’t understand how the metal armed wasn’t making the phone go crazy, after all his arm could have been detected.
“Do you want to check the girl too/Вы хотите, чтобы проверить девушку тоже?” Daisy’s kidnapper asked in Russian sharply and impatiently.
Curling his lip in annoyance at his impatience, the bulky man did indeed scan Daisy, causing her to jump at first when he moved in front of her and begun to move the phone up and down.
Stepping back he looked at Daisy’s kidnapper in the eye, his expression annoyed and almost bored. For a moment it looked as if he wasn’t going to let them in.
“Fine. Go in/Хорошо. Входить.” Was all he said. Maybe because she didn’t know Russian but Daisy realised then she couldn’t tell when there was aggression behind the words, the use of words was firmer to her, Daisy knew she was going to have a difficult time knowing what ever was going on.
Nodding but not thanking the man, the metal armed man gave Daisy a shove and they moved on to the next door, leaving the bulky man to continue leaning against the wall and to smoke his cigarette, watching them as they walked away.
When they reached the next door, it wasn’t black like the wall but deep dark red and was metal. With his flesh hand Daisy’s kidnapper opened the door, and though the smell she had smelt earlier had been stronger, inside the actual room it was overpowering. Through the haze of smoke, red and orange fluorescent lighting glowed before them. Daisy could just about see inside, from inside the music was gentle ambient slow beating but polyphonic with possible of changing at any moment.
What was once a grand old 19th century theatre, which had been converted in bar like place, where the seats for the theatre would have been was now tables and chairs, all missing matching, at the far right the bar where one of the lower theatre boxes would have been, was the bar, which looked old, its bottles of alcohol covering the whole back of the wall, different labels and shaped bottles engulfing the wall. The stage, which without any theatre back-drops or decor was a empty blank empty space that lead off to somewhere in the background where it couldn’t be seen, the stage looked odd and out of place, as if it served no purpose since it was no longer a theatre.
Despite some of the cosmetic changes it still had the wooden carving of the theatre walls and boxes, though no longer in their gordy painted gold but painted black, so they blended in and away, and though in similar but more tacky style boudoir theme covering some areas were long red curtains, coming from the ceiling. Looking up Daisy saw that even though it must have an impressive place it didn’t have the high ceiling, only up so high and lacking the artistic architecture that bigger theatres would typically have. Those in the place were all men, sat around at the round or square table, drinking, smoking or talking amongst themselves, some looking to where the stage was, though nothing or no-one was there.
There was no stopping to really look, Daisy’s kidnapper didn’t allow her to look, he simply walked her in towards to an empty table to the far left and sat her down on a seat. Still standing, he lowered his head and said firmly in Russian to her; “Сидите и остаться.” Not knowing what it meant she put her hands on her lap and looked down at the floor. The metal armed man then walked over to the bar and ordered a drink.
The bar man was young moustached man, he acknowledge Daisy’s kidnapper and put a shot glass in front of him and then poured.
“Cпасибо.” The metal armed man said before he drank it. His face didn’t flinch when finished. Placing it down he nodded again at the bar man, who poured again, all the while looking at him in wonder.
Again the drink was had. Reaching in his coat pocket he took out money and placed it on the bar, then showed two fingers, asking for two more. Nodding his head the bar man got another glass and poured two more shots.
Sat alone at the table, Daisy attempted to glance around her, for the moment no-one in the room was paying any attention to her or her kidnapper, though there was two dozen people in there, they were busy with their own business to bother with the two of them. However, nearest the bar that her kidnapper sat, one lone man sat, he had a bottle in front of him, seeming to drink straight out it, next to the bottle was impressive gleaming gun.
Noticing that Daisy was looking at him, he winked at her. He was more than likely in his late thirties, his hair was cut close on the side of his head, with the top his blonde hair longer and greasy looking, from the centre of his forehead down to his chin was a thick scar, that against his reddish skin made his face look as of it split in two.
Walking past the scared man Daisy’s kidnapper came back holding the two shot glasses, which he placed in front of them both before sitting down. Removing his coat, her kidnapper placed it on to the back of his chair, then placed his arms on the table, centring the shot glass in front of him. He looked down at Daisy with a serious express.
Daisy didn’t know what to think. Were they there for a social outing, was she being taken for drink and non-chatting evening, if so, it was not something she would recommend. Pushing her palms together she sunk into her seat, looking at her kidnapper from her lowered head.
Where the shot glass was near Daisy her kidnapper used his finger to push it nearer to her, then tapped the table gently, looking at her at firmly, giving a head nod to her to the drink. Looking at the drink, then at her kidnapper, then back to the drink, she shook her head gently. “напиток/Drink.” Her kidnapper hissed not moving his lips as he did so.
Picking up the glass, he in raised it up and looked at her aggressively to do the same.
Doing so, her hand going for and holding the drink was not shaking, but the one which she pressed down on the thigh was, which Daisy saw he looked down at before saying; “Твоё здоровье!” before drinking the shot quickly and with ease.
Holding the drink, she watched as her kidnapper took his drink and shutting her eyes she threw the drink back, having it all on one go, when in her mouth she closed it and didn’t open her eyes. For a moment it looked as if she was going to swallow and drink the spirit but instead she flung her eyes open, turned her side and spit the contains of her drink on to the floor, then begin coughing and gasping for breath.
Not moving or flinching, her kidnapper put his glass back on the and just looked at her.
What the hell was that? Daisy thought, the burning rough taste of the drink still present on her tongue, she had never drank anything like it before, it was felt like a mixture of petrol and cleaning chemicals but tasted like nothing but still tasted offensive to her mouth.
“друг/Friend. ” Said a chuckling voice walking over towards them.
Walking over to their table was the scarred man from across the room, coming with him was his bottle and his tall framed body. With a small smirk on his face, he flexed his gaze from Daisy’s kidnapper to Daisy as he moved.
“друг/Friend.” The metal armed man replied, his voice and tone sounding annoyed as he looked over at Daisy who was finishing her last cough, pulling up the sleeve of her shirt over her hands so that she could place it over her mouth to muffle out the sound.
Just before he came over he grabbed a chair from table, not asking or making eye-contact with the two gentlemen at the table. Placing the chair at Daisy’s and her kidnapper’s table he put his bottle on the table and sat down. His smile now larger and his gaze now becoming more leering at Daisy, crossing his arms over his chest, showing the tattoos and burn scars that run over his exposed forearms.
Her face now red tinted from the coughing, Daisy fidgeted in her chair, she tried to not look at her new arrival to the table, trying to keep her eyes down.
What was going on? Daisy thought.
Inside the sound of music changed, it was more hypothetic and tripper than it had been, and the whole room seemed to sit up. From where the scared man sat, he his back was to the stage and he, unlike the rest of the people, didn’t seem to bothered about turning around.
The metal armed man let his gaze go to the stage, not saying anything as he did so. Daisy followed suite, though she didn’t like to because it place her eyes to near the scared man at the table.
From the front of the stage appeared a girl, the girl was young, probably no more than 13, her hair long blonde and covering her back, she wore make-up that looked as if it was put on by a child that didn’t know how to do make-up, her huge blue eyes looked as if they had just recovered from crying but looked as if she was going to cry again. Walking further on to the stage Daisy could see she was wearing a dress that was mixture of a sexualised baby-doll dress and dress like Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz would wear, all she was holding a doll that she held tightly to her chest.
From the side of the stage, someone shouted at the girl in Russian, to which she jumped from fear where she stood.
Daisy turned her head to look at her kidnapper, who had his head lowered as he looked at the girl. Sitting where she, Daisy begun to fidget again, no longer did she care about the man across from her staring at her.
On the stage, the girl begun to sing, her voice was low and sweet, but barely audible in the room, around the room their was a small amount of huffing and people telling her to sing louder, which caused her to stop completely. From the stage, she scanned the audience in front of her, her eyes fell on Daisy and where she sat and for a second both looked at each other. Looking into the girl’s eyes Daisy felt sad and angry for the girl, Daisy wanted to run up on the stage and take her away from there, anywhere.
Rolling back his shoulder, picking up his bottle and standing up, the scarred man who had joined the table turned around and stood up, so he faced the stage and the girl directly. Where her face had been frightened and sad before as she had looked over at Daisy, now she looked completely petrified, the sight of the man turned the girl ghost white.
“Cлабый!/ Weak!” The scared man boomed at her from where he stood.
Standing frightened in place, the girl looked at the scared man and her shoulder and begun to shake slightly with fear.
Inside Daisy was angry, she wanted to do something but she couldn’t. Looking at her kidnapper his face had not changed at all, he showed no emotion.
“Cлабый!/ Weak!” He repeated again.
No-one in the room said anything. They just looked at the girl.
From the side of the stage someone said someone to the girl, which caused her to run off stage and away from view. Watching as she went, Daisy tried to look at what was happening, worried for the poor girl.
What was this place?
“Глупый ребенок! Stupid Child.” The scarred man said as he sat back down on the table, slamming his bottle as he did so.
Flicking his eyes back to the scared man, Daisy’s kidnapper nodded in agreement but said nothing else in response.
Taking a large gulp of his bottle, which he then swallowed, Daisy couldn’t tell if he enjoyed it from the pained crunched look on his face afterwards, the scared man leant forward and said something that Daisy couldn’t hear (though she couldn’t understand Russian, it helped to know the way/tone they spoke, so she could at least guess), but from the sleazy expression on his face and the way he rubbed his chin looking over at Daisy afterwards, she knew it had something to do with her.
Pushing his lips together in thought, Daisy’s kidnapper said nothing for a moment, he kept his face expressionless. With a shrug of his shoulder he replied to the man. “ Зависит, она очень новый./ Depends, she’s very new.”
Chuckling, the scarred man shook his head at Daisy’s kidnapper. “Новый?/ New?”
“да/Yes.” The metal armed man replied firmly.
From the stage Daisy could not see the girl or anything else, the urge inside of Daisy to run and find her made frustrated her, she had to squeeze her fists angrily.
Though her gaze was still half on the stage, Daisy felt the scared blonde man’s eyes looking more intensely at her, as she looked away completely from the stage, she saw the man lick his lipd and his fingers begun to rub the top of the bottle up and down.
Inhaling a nervous breath, Daisy tried to close herself more inside her seat, she didn’t like what was happening with the scared man at the table.
In a chuckled voice the scared man said whilst his gaze was on Daisy. “Она выглядит как мальчика!/She looks like a boy!”
Again Daisy’s kidnapper shrugged.
What the shit? Daisy thought, looking over at her kidnapper, realising full way that she was being spoken about.
Again the scarred man took a drink of his bottle, this time missing and some of the drink going his chin, which he didn’t wipe away, when finished he smiled a large white tooth smile at her and chuckled.
“Цветок/Flower.” Daisy’s kidnapper said turning his head to face her and spoking firmly.
Though she didn’t know what he had just said, she felt that he was going to say for her to do something. Her kidnappers eyes, were lowered and serious as he looked at her. With his right hand he pointed to behind her, to where there was of the old theatre boxes stood and where there was a door, he gave and a nod and said in the same firm voice. “ Идти!/Go!”
Looking over to the direction he was pointing, she realised this was what he told her to ‘the nod and point’, before even processing the thought of whether he wanted her over there herself or with him she felt her arm being grabbed and being pulled to her feet by the scarred man. With one of his hands holding the bottle and the other pulling Daisy up and beginning to drag her away from the table, the scared man said nothing, he simply pulled her across, passing the tables with people as they went.
Desperately Daisy managed to pull herself to look back at her metal armed kidnapper who still sat at the table, looking straight ahead at the stage, with the same bored emotionless express on his face.
Coming around a square table, the scarred man yanked Daisy more towards him and around the table.
Though she wanted to shout and protest, she kept quiet, she made uncomfortable grunts noises but said nothing in English, though then and there she had no reason to trust her kidnapper, she held on to the fact that he wasn’t to let anything happen to her…was he? When at the door the scarred man opened it. From the corner of her eye, Daisy could see the girl who had been on the stage, she sat in the floor a few yards away, curled up against the wall, she had been looking at the ground but she turned to look at Daisy just then. Both made eye contact again and this time instead of Daisy looking at the girl with sadness, it was the girl who looked at Daisy with sadness.
Flung into the room, Daisy could barely keep herself standing from the force with which he did so. Letting go of her the scarred man took another gulp of his drink. Inside the room, Daisy could see that it wasn’t just some a room, it was boudoir, with long red drapes hanging from the ceiling and a large velvet like covered bed, various mirrors placed around the room, though the room wasn’t big the mirrors made it appear so. As if to add to the feel of the room, it was dimly lite with a red lights. From one of the mirrors ahead of her between a one the long hanging red drapes, Daisy could see the scared man from behind her, he was still holding his bottle and was walking up behind her, his head was lowered like an animal ready to jump on it prey, slowly he was licking his lips.
Spinning herself around, not wanting to have him anywhere near her, she went to move away, but instead he threw his arm around her and spun her back round, so he was behind her again, then used his free arm to pin her to his chest as he leant down on to her. He began to chuckle from behind, the vibration of which Daisy felt on her back. He took another drink of his bottle, finishing it off and then throwing it across the room somewhere. With both arms free, he wrapped them around Daisy and lowered her down, pushing her head by his chin using his arm, them leaning over head doing so.
Daisy lost her breath as this was all happening, the fact that it had had all happened within the space of a minute hadn't quite shank in, in the space of time from sitting in the other room to where she was about to be raped didn’t feel real. But it was real and Daisy begun to struggle, she tried to squeeze herself free but found that caused him to hold her tighter and laugh more. In one quick move, he picked up from the bear hug he held her tighter and begun to walk her over to the bed.
Desperately Daisy begun to kick, though her arms were pinned down she tried elbow him from behind, which didn’t help.
Chuckling more he threw her on to the bed, so she landed on her front, he jumped on her from behind and managed to pin her down again.
Loudly Daisy begun to scream, she was not going to let this happen. Kicking her legs at him, she fought despite her body being held under the man’s weight. Daisy tried to wriggle and move her body out the pinned position but found it impossible
“тишина/Hush!” The man said in her ear as he begun to slip his hand down his side to get to her.
With another scream about to escape, Daisy felt the weight of the scarred man being lifted off her and the sound of clicking and metal, before a loud thump came form behind her. Flipping herself over and off the bed, Daisy saw that the metal armed man, her kidnapper was in the room with them, with the scarred man laying at his feet from where he had just been thrown.
“что ты делаешь/What are you doing?” The blonde scared man shouted as he touched his forehead which was now cut and bleeding from the impact of the throw.
“добыча/Extraction.” Replied the metal armed man, stepping closer towards him.
Past Daisy’s kidnapper she could see outside into the old theatre that moments ago she had just been, where moments ago there been dozens of people sat around tables, drinking and talking, but now all she could she could see was carnage. Tables and chairs were broken, over turned and all over, equally the people in the room were broken, over turned and all over the room, some lay on the ground, some over the bar or across the stage. In the space of time that she had left the room and had been taken away, the metal armed man fought two dozen man, quickly, easily and very quietly.
Looking over at her kidnapper, she saw as he reached down and picked up the scarred man off the floor shoulder, to where he punched him in the gut and back elbowed him the shoulder blade, causing the blonde scarred man to moan in pain and try to crumble to the ground, but instead he pulled up again by the metal armed man, who smacked him across the face with he back of his metal hand and then punched him in the stomach again .
“Now…” The metal armed man said as he shook the man that hung in front of him by the shoulder. “I want you to tell me about Project Jettison and where Caitlin Pierce is.”