Under His Protection

Six

Disclaimer: This chapter contains acts of s****l abuse. xxLissaMaexx

Days go by and before I know it, I've been in Crow's care for two weeks now. I hate it, but there is nothing I can do to change it. He doesn't talk about Ray or anything anymore. He just acts as if we are a real couple. Too bad I want to kill him every time he puts his hands on me, which is becoming more often than I wish. Whenever we are in the same room, he has to have his hand on my thigh, waist, or ass. Sometimes he alternates between all three places.

I have mastered the act of fake smiles and straight faces. I talk when he wants me to talk and I sit quietly when he orders me to do so. He has been inviting more people over to meet me. Although he does all the talking while I smile and shake hands. I feel like a doll that he drags around for show. Crow wants people to know that an ugly brute like himself has managed to snag a "hot little piece of ass" as he has described me on more than one occasion.

As ordered, we have breakfast and dinner every single day. Breakfast starts at 8am on the dot. Landon usually meets me at my door at 7:55. Instead of wearing regular pajamas, Crow had a full set of silk nighties and other fancy undergarments delivered for me to wear. At least he asked if I preferred thongs or boy shorts. Of course I said boy shorts. No way in hell and I'm setting myself up for that trap. He also has a lot of clothes brought in for me. Regular clothes, lounge clothes, and special occasion clothes. One item in particular is for a party he is throwing tomorrow night.

He is forcing me to blend into his high society lifestyle and I hate it. Landon hasn't talked to me since the night outside and it's safe to say that I feel alone without the little conversations we share. When I'm walking through the house, he walks behind me. The only time he speaks is when he asks if I need to do anything that requires his company. A part of me wants to ask to listen to his records again, but I don't think he would let me.

After breakfast, Crow decides that we need some bonding time alone. By bonding, he means groping me in his office while he talks about the future of us. What us? I have no clue. He hasn't brought up the subject of s*x, but his gross fingers have been roaming more often than I'd like. It's like someone pouring trash on me whenever he touches me. I immediately want to shower in scolding hot water just to get the memory of his touch off.

Still in a soft pink nightie, Crow takes my hand and pulls me to his office, quickly slamming the door behind us. When he sits down in his chair, he pulls me in front of him and leans me back against his desk. "Sit on the edge"

I slowly do what he says as he leans back and looks at me. His monster eyes flicker over my as I look around avoiding eye contract. "Your body is very beautiful, Camilla. I want it so very badly." Leaning forward, his pushes the nightie up around my upper thighs.

I clench my legs together and he smirks. "Still so shy. I will fix that in due time. You will be a s****l goddess for me. Eventually, you will be begging for my rod" His voice is a mix of slime and gunk to my ears.

His dry rough hands land on my knees and he tries to part them. When I clench them tighter, he stands. "Are you defying me? Open them now"

I shake my head as my eyes water "No." I knew this moment would come eventually. I just didn't think so soon. He wants to touch me in my most sacred area and I'm not ready. I can't detach myself when it comes to this. It's too personal.

Crow tries again and my hands land on his, trying to push him away. I can't accept this. I won't.

Becoming fed up, he slaps me hard. "You belong to me! Your body is mine to do what I please and when I say open your legs, I expect it to me done" He yanks my legs open forcefully and steps between them. My body begins to shake as his hand slips between my thighs. I go to push his hands away, but he raises his fist, threatening to hit me again.

Tears stream down my face as Crow reaches his destination, pulling my panties to the side. I cry harder, clenching the sides of his desk with white knuckles. When his fingers, slip over my area, I clench my eyes closed tightly and dig my nails into the wood. "Stop, please!" I sob

"Oh, baby. Please do not cry. You will like it in due time. Just relax for me" His sadistic tone sends my heart wrenching.

His fingers continue to move and suddenly, he forces a finger into me. I yell out, throwing my hand over my mouth as tears soak my face. Through my sobs, I hear him moan, finding pleasure in my state of terror.

He quickly pulls his finger back and frowns "You are not wet for me."

When he brings his finger to his mouth and licks them, I can't take it anymore. I push him back and go to run. Knocking things on his desk onto the floor, I just barely get to the door when he catches my wrist and swings me around. I slam into his chest and Crow turns me around, slamming the front of my body onto his desk. I try to push myself up, but with one hand, he presses it hard against the back of my neck to keep me in place. Tears drip onto his desk as he groans "Running from me will only make it worse. I was going to try to make you feel good, but maybe I should take this time to teach a lesson. Understand this, Camilla. When I want what's between your legs, I'm going to take it whether you're inviting or not" Pulling the nightie up and over my behind, he yanks my panties down as I kick and scream.

Ignoring me, Crow rubs his fingers over me "Your displeasure for this will be your fault only"

Suddenly, he forces two of his large fingers into me. I scream out as he removes them and forces them back into me. I claw into the desk as the pain grows. Crow groans and moans as I sob uncontrollably, feeling my breaths become labored from crying so hard. My chest hurts and my throat becomes dries from yelling.

With his hand forced onto the back of my neck, he digs his nails into my skin as he rubs his groin against the side of my hip, trying to get off. Over and over sharp pains surge through my womanhood, yet it give him immense pleasure.

I have never felt so much like trash and scum.

Moments later, Crow's breath hitches and he grunts out, cursing loudly. When the room falls silent, his fingers leave me and he lets me go. I fall into my knees, face soaked with tears, and throat sore and dry. I catch my horrible reflection on a small mirror that fell of his desk and my face, neck, and ears are beat red. I try to take a deep breath, but I can't stop crying.

Crow ignores my presence and opens his office door to leave. I sit there for a while before I hear someone's footsteps pace to the door. Out the corner of my eye, I see Landon appear in the door way. Turning my face to look at him, his face.... I've never seen such a distorted expression. I don't know what he is thinking, but a part of me wishes he could have saved me from Crow.

I stand up slowly, knees wobbling, body shaking uncontrollably. My hair is messy, but I lack the energy to brush it down. Landon steps aside as I walk past him. I slowly walk to my room, ignoring the looks from housekeeping. Even they can't help me. All these people who work and see what's going on won't do anything. Maybe they are afraid too.

When get to my room, I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me. Peeling off the nightie and underwear, I throw them both in the trash. I turn on the hot water and step inside. It burns my skin, but I don't care. I run my fingers between my legs and wince at the sting of pain. When I pull my hand back, I see the slightest tinge of blood.

Sliding down the shower wall, I sit on the floor and let the scolding water pour down on me. As bad as I feel, I won't let myself think the worse. The thought of wanting to die plays in my mind, but I can't let it consume me. Things could be worse.

Apparently, I'm in the shower far too long because the water runs cold and Landon comes into the bathroom. With my knees pulled up to my chest and my head resting against the wall tile, I hear him curse loudly. He rushes to me and cuts the water off. Kneeling down, he cups my face and turns it to look at him "Cam"

His blue eyes sink into mine and the flood gates in my eyes break open again. Reaching up, Landon grabs a towel and covers my trembling body before picking me up in his arms. I rest my head against his shoulder as he carries me to my room. Landon sits me on the side of the bed. He scrambles around getting some clothes together before returning to me. Slowly, he drys my body, asking my permission every time he moves to a different part of my body. He avoids looking though. His eyes never leave mine.

When I'm dry enough, he slips a shirt over my head and I pull on a pair of yoga pants. I lay down and curl up in the bed watching Landon throw the towel in the hamper. He heads to the bedroom door and I stop him "I waited"

His feet stop and he turns around "What?"

"I know you can't stand having to watch after me, but I waited for you to come save me. You never came though." A tear seeps down my nose and falls onto the pillow.

Landon comes to the side of the bed and kneels down. Catching me a little off guard, he tucks a lock of wet hair behind my ear. "I didn't know. I'm so sorry."

"He hurt me. His touch hurt me and it's only going to get worse." I take a deep breath, blinking away tears. Landon looks at me with so much sorrow in his gaze. "I'm so sorry, Cam. I hate that this is happening to you"

"It might sound crazy, but I miss you talking to me. I miss your record player too." I whisper and a small smile plays at his lips.

"I didn't think you wanted to talk anymore and I felt like I needed to keep my distance" He sighs, playing with the end of hair that he just tucked behind my ear. Why is he doing that? Why is he being kind to me all of a sudden? We hate each other. Right?

Confusion washes over me as we stare at each other. His expression is different like he something in him is cracking. Maybe he realizes he doesn't have to be a stone statue around me. I'm nobody to feel tense around. I'm a prisoner. Maybe he is realizing that himself. In some ways, he is a prisoner too. Landon is stuck here under Crow's ruling. Dictator Crow is the enemy. Not Landon or the others. They just try to be as happy as they can in here. At least they have each other. I've made the mistake of pushing Landon away when he opened up to me and I miss that already.

"I need someone to talk to in this place. Even if we're arguing, it's better than nothing. I will go crazy in here if I don't have some human interaction." I sniff again and Landon drags his index finger down my nose, wiping away a lone tear. I don't know anything about this side of him, but I never expected it. Not from someone so hard and mean. Maybe it's just sympathy. Maybe he just feels bad for me.

I slip my hand under my pillow and run my fingers over the coolness of the sheets before bringing it back out. Landon eyes my balled up hand and raises an eyebrow. When I open my hand, he sighs. "My bullet"

"Yeah. Safe keeping" I snort.

Landon cups my face and leans in slowly. I close my eyes as he kisses my forehead. "I'm sorry he hurt you and despite knowing nothing about each other, you can always talk to me. I'm not supposed to, but I don't care. I don't enjoy this place any more than you do"

"Thank you"

Landon looks at me for a while before I hear a vibration. He looks down at his hip where his phone is. "I have to go. I'll be back and we'll get some lunch. Okay?"

I nod and instead of smiling, he frowns, standing up. I watch him walk out and a small speck of hope grows in me. It's a stupid idea for me to try to bond with Landon, but it's something about him that pulls me to him despite my hate for him. Or do I even hate him anymore?

Hate is what I feel for Crow. It's not the same emotion I feel with Landon. Not even close. Content is a better word. I'm content with Landon. I'd rather bicker with him any day than live in silence. Even if it's for small moments, I forget about my misfortune when Landon is nice to me. Maybe I should leave the option open for us to be friends.

When the room is empty, I stare at the bullet in my hand and play with it for a while before slipping in back under my pillow. I pull the covers over me and fall asleep, ignoring the images of earlier playing in my head.

In my sleep all I see is Crow. His ugly face. His large disgusting hands. I can small the cigar on his breath. It's not a nightmare. It's worse; it's my reality. The pain and torture is becoming all too real. I begin to feel a hand on me. In my sleep I try to get off of me. I kick and push and scream, but it won't leave me.

"Cam...Camilla...wake up"

Landon. I hear him, but I can't get to him. I run, but I'm being pulled back by a monster. He is dragging me back to the darkness of his cave.

Suddenly, I'm jolted from my sleep. I gasp loudly and when I open my eyes, Landon his hold my face in his hands. I fall back against the pillows and cover my face "I was trying to wake up. I couldn't wake up. He was getting me"

"You're okay" he says as I look at him. "Am I though?"

Landon doesn't reply as he stands up straight, running his fingers through his hair. I lay there pulling myself together before sitting up. "Is lunch ready?"

He nods "Yeah, I thought you might want to come to the guest house and eat."

I nod "Yeah, that's fine. Just give me a minute" I sigh, resting my face in my hands. When I sit up straight and go to turn my head, I flinch at the soreness in my neck from Crow pressing down on it. Soreness also lingers between my legs and it makes me sick to my stomach. I don't even think I'm hungry anymore.

I follow Landon out the back door and to the guest house. When I walk in, Viktor and Anderson are at the table eating. Anderson looks at me and I smile "Hi"

"Beautiful Camilla, coming to grace us with your presence." Anderson gets up and pulls me into a tight hug. I tense up, uncomfortably and Landon catches my express. He slaps Anderson on the back "Aye, let her go before you kill her"

Anderson lets go and I breathe a sigh of relief. I look at Landon and mouth "Thank you"

He gives me a nod in return and pulls out a chair. When I sit down, I flinch with a tinge of pain. Clenching and unclenching my hands quickly, I try not to show my discomfort. However, when I look over at Landon, his face is hard and murderous. Anderson catches it and looks at me "Everything okay?"

I nod "Yeah. Everything is fine. So what's for lunch?"

Viktor slides a plate over to me "I made sub sandwiches and I can get you a bottle of water" He goes to get up, but Landon beats him to it.

"I'll get it" He walks off and my eyes follow him. Anderson clears his throat and slides his chair back "I'm going to go get one for myself. Be right back" He follows Landon out of view.

Sitting there, I eat a little bit of sandwich "So...Viktor, what part of Russia are you from?"

"I do not know where I was born, but I grew up with a family in Moscow after they took me in as a baby. When I was 18, I immigrated here in America. I was a very playful boy. Who would have thought I would be a trained killer by 36" He chuckles and my smile falls. I'm in a house full of killers.

While Viktor talks about the difference between Russian and American woman, I can't help but wish I were a fly on the wall in the kitchen. What the heck are they talking about? I grow frustrated and impatient so I excuse myself to see what's going on.

I turn the corner to the kitchen and I hear them talking.

"He'll have your head for this, kid" Anderson whispers and I find it strange that he refers to Landon as a kid until I remember Landon mentioning that everyone is older than him.

"I'm just want to be nice to her. She is going through enough. You saw her in there. That son of a b***h is hurting her. I didn't agree to this s**t"

"Just a week ago you two were at each other's throats. She kicked you in the face for Christ sake" Anderson chuckles at the memory "That s**t was hilarious, but you can't."

"Well, it's too late. I already told her that she can confine in me."

The kitchen falls silent until Anderson speaks "f**k, you like her, don't you?"

"What! No, she isn't mine to like. She isn't even my type. She complains and talks to damn much, but she is an innocent in all of this. I just want to give her the chance to at least feel comfortable with us. That's the least we can do, right?"

"You better be lucky I like her, kid. Anyone that kicks you in the head and pisses you off is a friend of mine. Just be careful"

I turn and quietly go back to the table with Viktor who has eaten two more sandwiches including the one I was munching on. "Did you?"

"You weren't eating it." He shrugs and I frown. Men.

When Landon and Anderson come back, I act as if I didn't hear part of their conversation. Landon slides his chair closer to mind and Anderson eyes the both of us. He watches Landon hand me another sandwich before taking one for himself. The whole time Anderson continues to stare.

"What are you looking at?" I ask trying not to seem knowing. Shrugging, Anderson sits back and sighs "Something." Is all he says.

I listen to them talk about guy stuff as I eat. In between talking, Landon asks periodically if I'm okay or if I need anything. Each time I say no. While he isn't looking, I watch the clock. In a few hours, I'll have to go back to the house to change for dinner with Crow. Hopefully, he will let me go back to my room right after. I don't think I can take any more of what happened this morning. The thought sends a cryptic chill down my whole body. My throat runs dry thinking about it and I become nervous.

"Cam"

I look at Landon, quickly "Hm?"

"You okay. You look pale"

I nod, letting out a breath I had no clue I was holding. "I'm fine" I lie.

I'm so far from fine. The state of being fine is so far out of reach for me that it doesn't make sense. Everyday I'm with Crow, I'm scared and nervous. It's not something a person can shake just by having lunch with my so called new friends. However, I still appreciate the effort.

I can at least be grateful for that. Seems like there is a silver lining after all and its name is Landon.