Saving Callie (nothingbutporcelain and MarxistPanda)

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie Simpson sighed as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the floor length mirror in her studio apartment. Even with her long golden blonde hair and slender legs she still found flaws in her reflection. Callie was an odd girl. All of her friends thought she had so much confidence when really she had almost none at all. She put on this act of pretending like she loved herself every day to try and make it easier to get through every day. She thought if she acted like a narcissistic bitch people would never catch on to how sad she really was. She didn't want anyone to pity her so that was why she had to act every day of her life. She turned around in the mirror, looking at her tiny butt. Some guys loved Callie and her petite frame but there were some who never wanted to touch her because they were so afraid they'd break her. Then there were the guys who got turned on by her extreme thinness and liked using it to their advantage. They were the ones who pushed her around in the bedroom and weren't afraid to get really rough with her. She really didn't mind it though. Callie was weird in the fact that she actually liked pain. Sex was always rough with her. She hated soft, passionate sex. Callie was only 5'1" and 85 pounds, hence why the guys thought they would break her if they touched her. She was delicate and fragile yet beautiful at the same time. Callie was also a major slut and this was the reason why she didn't have many friends. The few friends she did have just got sick of putting up with her bullshit and ended up trading her in for new friends. She could never keep friends for very long because she usually got bored with them easily. She would much rather go out drinking by herself than with a bunch of girls who were just using her because they knew all the guys would come to her. She used to have the reputation of being a slut so that was why all the guys used to come up to her. But then she met her current boyfriend and fell in love with him almost instantly.

To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. It all started when she was around thirteen years old. She could remember that day more than anything else in the world. It wasn't a memory she wanted to keep since it was a horrible one but sadly it was stuck in her head. The only way she could get it out was why drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. That was why she did all of that so much. She knew it was bad but she just couldn't help it. It made her numb and kept her from thinking about anything about her past. It was all too painful to deal with. Her father came into her room and raped her that night.

Most thirteen year old girls had loving fathers but Callie's father was different than all of theirs. She had to fight to try to keep him out of her bed. She was a young girl so she didn't really know if it was wrong or not. Her father told them that it was perfectly normal for them to have sex but they couldn't tell anyone, not even her mother. She did what he said because she didn't know any better and she was too embarrassed to admit to anyone what was going on. So a few years later when she was seventeen and her father was on trial for murdering her mother she blamed herself. He said he did it to be with his only daughter. He claimed that Ana (her mother) was constantly getting in the way. Callie couldn't help but blame herself for the murder. If she had just told someone maybe her father would have been put away a long time ago so this never would have happened. It was so horrible carrying this blame around, that was why she drank so much.

Callie looked away from the mirror and decided she was finally ready to go. Where was she going? She was meeting her boyfriend at the bar a few blocks away from her apartment. It was so close that she didn't even have to worry about taking a cab back because she'd be too drunk to drive. Walking might be hard but she could manage it. Lord knows how many times she did that in the past. She could probably walk home with a blindfold on when she was drunk and still make it. She exited her apartment after slipping on her trademark pair of black three inch stiletto heels. Since she was so short you'd always see her wearing heels to try and add some height to her tiny frame. Her legs were barely covered in a yellow mini-dress but she knew the boys would like it. Her legs were about her only good feature since her chest was now as flat as a board. You couldn't expect a girl as thin as her to have a large chest, it was physically impossible unless you got surgery. But despite her small size Callie really did have a good face, when you looked past the sadness hidden deep in her eyes. Her cheekbones were high and defined from the lack of food and frequent cocaine usage. She walked down the street, trying to ignore all the stares she was getting. Yes, people often stared but not because they were jealous or wanted to jump her bones. She was so tiny that people had to stare at her because they couldn't believe that someone as small as her could actually be living. She finally reached the bar and entered, searching the place for her boyfriend. She was so late and he was going to be pissed, she knew it.

 

[MarxistPanda]

Sergei was pissed. Very pissed indeed. So upset, in fact that he had downed several shots already. Enough to make him somewhat dunk, and even angrier. He sat at the bar, his tall, slender frame inherited from his mother, as were his dark hair and dark eyes. His father had often joked that the boy was not his own at all, as they look like physical opposites of each other. He was not without strength, however, one attribute his father's Russian blood passed onto him. This was something Callie had experienced a few times, whenever Sergei was at his angriest. Much as he was now.

He turned his head to take another look through the tables and the dancing bodies and saw her walk into the bar, obviously looking around for him. Sergei grabbed the beer he was nursing and stormed through the small knot of people that were between him and Callie.

“Why the fuck are you so late?” he asked, standing close to her, looking down, his voice more than loud enough for her to hear at that distance. He moved closer still and pushed her back with his free hand. “Huh?” his voice had a slight hint of a Russian accent just from learning to speak around his father. Callie would be able to see the anger in his eyes and smell the liquor on his breath. Sergei wasn't known for his ability to fight off inebriation.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie knew that Sergei was going to be pissed at her for being so late but she still showed up. It would have been even worse if she didn't show up at all because then he would have gone searching for her and when he found her he would make her sorry for not showing at all. So that was why she was here even though she was scared to death to see what Sergei was going to do to her this time. If only she wasn't so late. She hated herself for losing track of time.

She looked up as she entered the bar and Sergei immediately came up to her and started cursing at her and demanding to know why she was so late. Her eyes widened as she felt him push her. She knew this wasn't going to be a good night at all. It was easy to see that he was very drunk. It was bad enough when he was just pissed at her. It was even worse when he was drunk too. "I just lost track of time. I am so sorry. I was making myself look gorgeous for you.." She was trying to change the subject to her looks, hoping that would distract him from his anger. "Come on, let me make this up to you. I am sorry but I will make this better." She said, running a hand down his chest and letting it stop right above his pants. She would move it lower soon.

Sergei and Callie had a pretty amazing sex life. That was probably why they stayed together this long. That and the fact that Callie was too scared to leave him. She really thought that she loved him and he loved her back but she was pretty sure he was just using her for sex. Callie may have been small but she could be very feisty in the bedroom. And since she used to be a slut before she started dating Sergei that meant she was excellent in bed.

 

[MarxistPanda]

Sergei grinned as her hand started to roam over his body. “Yeah, you can make it up to me, baby. Outside in the Alley, huh?” he grinned to her. IT seemed that her idea for defusing him had worked splendidly.

Sergei took Callie's hand roughly and pulled her out of the bar, leading her to the alley around the side. It was dark and filthy, only a dim flood-light above them gave them any light to see by. Sergei laughed deeply and pulled her arm hard, throwing her face first into the brick wall of the bar. He was behind her instantly, pressing himself into her rear as his one hand reached around and pushed down her pants, roughly feeling her through her underwear.

“I'm going to show you not to fucking be late again, whore,” he said, moving the hand out of her pants to pull at her hair, his words spoken right against her ear with venom and anger dripping from every syllable. He smashed the bottle of beer against her head then. It shattered into dozens of fragments. The impact wasn't enough to knock her out, but it was enough to knock the sense out of her.

Sergei threw her to the fifthly ground, amongst some bags of garbage from the bar. Instantly he was on top of her, pulling and ripping at her clothes. When she was naked his fingers moved inside of her, pushing deeply, curling around the wet walls of her sex. He grinned then, and pulled the pair of fingers out, and moved them to her mouth, pushing them in and making her taste herself. “Taste good baby?” he asked, before suddenly the same hand curled into a fist and jabbed her in the right eye, hard enough for his knuckles to cut into her eyebrow, surely blinding that eye with blood.


(If you don't want to play out the rape/beating just let me know.)

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie nodded and smiled when he said she could make it up to him outside in the alley. It wouldn't be her favorite place for them to fuck but if that was what Sergei wanted then she would let him have it. Well really she knew she didn't really have a choice. She would have to do whatever he wanted because he was the strong one here. He could control her very easily since he was so much bigger than her and she was so tiny.

She could sense that something was very wrong by the way he grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her out of the bar, heading in the direction of the alley. She was not expecting him to shove her into the wall. Her face hit the brick wall hard and it hurt so bad. She hated to think of the cuts and scratches she would have on her face because of this. Callie loved her face, she didn't want him messing it up. She'd kill him if this left scars on her.

"Sergei, stop! Please!" She screamed out as she felt him pull her hair. Normally she wouldn't mind him getting a little rough with her but he was taking this way too far. She screamed out in pain when he hit her in the head with the beer bottle. She should have seen this coming but once again she was too stupid to leave him before he hurt her. This was not going to be sex she was going to enjoy. Callie already knew she would be crying the whole time he raped her.

She fell to the ground and before she could try to fight him back he was already on top of her. She was a tiny girl so it wasn't hard to push her around but she was still a little out of it from him hitting her head so that definitely wasn't helping her at all. She didn't want to taste herself but he didn't give her a choice. She screamed out in pain as he hit her eye and she saw blood coming from her eyebrow. "Please, stop." Her voice was softer now and much weaker. She would always try to fight him in the beginning and then eventually just give in because it was easier than trying to push him away.

ooc; i don't mind writing it out if you're okay with that.

 

[MarxistPanda]

“Shut the fuck up and learn your lesson, whore.” he pulled his erect member out through his pants and underwear and pushed it into her, “You like that, my little cunt?” he asked while he drove even deeper inside of her, again and again. Every time he moved inside of her he pouched her. In the face, the neck, straight into the Solar Plexus, which would hurt insanely.

Again and again he drove into her, beating her harder every time, slamming himself into her as hard as he could, no doubt hurting her in that way, too. Eventually, he pulled out of her and ejaculated onto her bloody, broken face.

He stood, tucked himself away and laughed down at her, “Have you learned your lesson?” he turned and walked away, back into the bar. Maybe he could find another girlfriend. He was finished with Callie.

She would have probably been unconscious some time before he finished with her.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie wasn't screaming anymore but she was sobbing the whole time he abused her because this was so painful for her to go through. This was the man she loved and he was hurting her so badly. The physical pain was terrible but it was also just hard for her to know that a man she loved would have no problem with being this brutal to her.

She sobbed harder every time he thrusted his cock into her and punched her. He had beaten her before but definitely nothing this bad. It was going to take her a long time to recover from this if she ever did. At first she had just worried about the bruises that would be on her body from this but now all she could think about was the pain and if she was going to make it out of this alive.

She passed out right after he came all over her face so she didn't hear him as he laughed at her and asked her if she learned her lesson. She was laying there on the dirty ground in a puddle of her own blood, completely unconsious from everything he did to her.

 

[MarxistPanda]

Stanislav received a message from his son about half an hour after Sergei beat and raped Callie, and it was rather simple, if not poorly typed.

Cum drnk wirh me daf.

Stanislav realized that his son had probably had too much to drink and would need a ride home before he got himself into trouble, which had happened several times before. And so, he parked a few buildings down from the bar, as it was the only available space, and walked towards the bar.

Stanlislav was a massive man. He stood at nearly six and a half feet tall, and his muscles were large but long so they were proportioned perfectly throughout his body. Like he was the last of some demi-giant race. But he was just Russian. Born in hard climates and harder times, and military life hardened his body even more. His eyes were pale and beautiful, practically glowing from the bright light of her makeup mirror. His face was handsome in a strong, rugged kind of way. He was forty years old but his face only showed the experience of his age and not the fading youth. He could still be the poster boy on those Soviet conscription posters twenty years ago. A wealthy man, he wore only the finest of suits, perfectly tailored to the massive measurements of his body. Tonight he wore a simple black suit with a deep crimson shirt, and a red tie, a few shades lighter than his shirt.

He walked passed the alley where Callie lay before stopping suddenly and turning back around. Some habits never die, especially the ones that saved your lives more times than you could count. Slava was always mindful of his peripheral vision, especially at night, where the sides of one's eyes are more keen to movement in low-light. He saw the form of what he didn't until a split second later recognize as a human body.

Slava rushed down the alley and lowered himself down to his knees beside the small broken young woman. He didn't care that her blood was soaking into the knees of his pants. Gently, he reached out to touch the girl's neck. She still had a pulse and she was still breathing, but both were very weak. The first thing he did was turn her head to the side so she wouldn't choke and die on her own tongue. Then, he went about checking to see if anything was broken. Nothing was, thankfully, but it was clear that someone had raped her and beat the hell out of her. Slava's strong, handsome face moved into an expression of disgust as he gently cleaned the semen and blood from her face with a handkerchief. Then, he shrugged of his suit jacket and wrapped the filthy, bloody girl in it and gently lifted her up. She was like a small, abused child in the hands of this giant.


Whenever Callie woke up, she would find herself in the bed of a motel, wearing a clean white shirt that was so large that it would easily be a dress for her. She was clean, and smelled like soap and sterile medical bandages.

Slava was a man of many hard-to-die habits. Whenever he found a young woman raped and beaten in an alley, he didn't run away and call the cops like most people, as he didn't trust the police. He didn't take her to the hospital, as he didn't trust doctors. He took things into his own hands. He also knew better than to take Callie back to his house. His wife would have never understood. And he'd promised her that he was finished with the shady espionage of his former life.

In reality, Callie was in fairly good shape now. She had a cut on her eye brow that he sowed together nicely with the contents of a sterile medic bag he always kept in his vehicle. Her right eye was swollen pretty bad, and he had it wrapped close to bandage the cut. Other than that; a few cuts and a lot of bruises. He knew she had some internal bleeding, but it wasn't bad enough for him to worry about it. Her stomach would just be a giant nasty bruise for a week.

Slava himself was sitting at the edge of the bed flipping through the channels on the small color television.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie was passed out by the time Slava found her on the ground and picked her up and brought her to the motel. She didn't remember him bringing her here and fixing her up but that was because she was knocked out the whole time. Sergei had really hurt her badly this time. She looked very confused as her eyes opened and she took in the hotel room. At first she didn't remember that Sergei had beaten her up and she thought she was somewhere with him but then suddenly all the bad memories came flooding back to her. She was quite shocked that she no longer was covered in blood and actually was very clean. It was then that she saw Slava sitting on the bed watching TV.

"Who are you?" She asked him, grabbing onto her legs and wrapping her arms around them, holding them close to her body. This immediately made her wince because it hurt her stomach so badly. Apparently Sergei had kicked her pretty hard in the stomach. She set her legs down and looked at Slava with wide eyes. It was hard to believe that he had helped her out and fixed her up. She didn't understand why a man would do this for her instead of just taking her to the hospital unless he wanted something from her. Given Callie's dark background it was normal for her to assume this man was probably planning on fucking her.

"Where is Sergei?" She asked him, looking around the room. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. She was unconscious when he walked away from her earlier so she couldn't remember that he left her. It hurt her so badly to think he would abuse her so badly and then leave her to die. She loved him so much. Why did the people she loved always have to hurt her so much? It seemed like she could trust complete strangers more than the ones she loved. "Did..did you fix me up? Are you a doctor?" She asked him, that confused look still on her face. She was trying to figure everything out but her head still hurt a bit. It wasn't that easy for her to think.

 

[MarxistPanda]

Stanislav turned off the TV whenever he heard her stirring. He watched her come around, and ran his massive hand over his short, slicked back blond-gray hair, before rubbing the chin of his strong, handsome Russian face. “You are awake, good.” He smiled slightly. His voice was heavy with a Russian accent, but yet, Sergei looked nothing like him. Stanislav, for instance, had bright, beautiful pale blue eyes that were like sharp passionate daggers. Sergei’s eyes were cold and dark.

“Who is Sergei?” he asked, stand up and moving to the window. He peeked out for a moment before closing the blind and blocking out all view outside and in. Slava turned back to her again and waited. He had a son named Sergei, but he wouldn’t believe that he would do something like this. The bar Slava found her outside was ran by the Russian Mafia. There could have been a dozen scumbags with the name of Sergei.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie watched as he turned off the TV and she got a little nervous. What did that mean? Did he no longer have a need to watch TV because now he was going to have Callie entertain him? He seemed like a nice guy but she knew nothing about him. Callie was not a trusting girl. This made sense considering her past. She grew up with her father who liked to rape and beat her and then she had a boyfriend who was the same as her father. It wasn't shocking at all that she just automatically assumed that Slava was like them. She thought all men were the same.

"Segei's my boyfriend. Well at least he was my boyfriend. I'm not sure if we're still dating. He's probably done with me now. He used me and threw me out. I should have known better. I can't believe I fell in love with that man." She shook her head, feeling so ashamed. She had stayed with Sergei for all this time even if he never stopped beating her up. She was always too weak to leave him and now he finally left her. She could have left him and kept some of her dignity but of course it didn't happen that way.

 

[MarxistPanda]

Well, as far as he knew, the Sergei that beat and raped her wasn’t his. As far as Slava knew Sergei hasn’t had a girlfriend for a while. At least, Slava let this loose evidence absolve his son, because he couldn’t imagine Sergei doing this. Wouldn’t imagine it.

“Yes, well.” He moved closer to her then, set his hand on hers. “I need you to do everything you can to stay away from where Sergei would be. I don’t want to go to the police either. This Sergei is likely part of the Russian Mafia. If you tell the police you could be killed.” He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a business card. It was black with three large S’s , and under that it read; Saltoscavitch Security Solutions. Under that was a phone number. “I paid for this room for the next five days. That should be long enough for Sergei to presume you dead.”

He reached into his pocket again and withdrew a wad of cash. “This is for food and clothes. I bought you a fresh outfit, but I don’t know if it will fit right. You’re a small girl.” He smiled warmly to her. His pale blue eyes were staring into hers as he instructed her on what to do. His voice was deep and his tone clear and alluring. “Every day I want you to call that number and let me know how you are doing. I’ll show up if you need me, and I’ll be here at nine every night to help you with your bandages. If anyone asks tell them you were in a bad car accident. Do you understand all that?” If she were to open the wad then, she would find over two hundred dollars.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie watched as he moved closer to her and began to talk to her. She listened closely to everything he said. She was glad he didn't want to go to the police because she didn't either. Of course her reasons for this were a lot different than his. She knew he wasn't in the Russian Mafia. She just didn't want to get him in trouble so that was why she wasn't reporting this. She knew it was wrong for her to protect the man who abused her but she just couldn't help it. She loved him and she would hate herself if he went to jail because of her.

"Wait, you're leaving?" She asked him, a sad look on her face. She didn't want to be left here all alone. She would be so lonely here. She would much rather him stay here and keep her company but he was already doing so much for her. She couldn't expect him to spent all of his time with her as well. "Why are you helping me out so much? You're being so nice, there has to be a catch." Callie wasn't used to people just being nice because they wanted to. She just figured this man had to want something from her. If it was sex she would gladly give it to him.

"I really do appreciate everything you're doing. It's so nice. I just don't understand why anyone would do this if they didn't want something in return.." She hoped she didn't offend him by making statements like this. Callie always spoke her mind, even when she was all beat up. She didn't open the wad of cash to see how much was in it because she thought that would be rude. She would be grateful for anything he gave her.

 

[MarxistPanda]

Stanislav nodded slightly, “I’m afraid I have to leave. But you’ll be fine here. Call me if anything strange goes on. “ He smiled widely whenever she asked about repaying him, “That’s not necessary. I do these things for a living. Sometimes it is nice to save a life for the good of it.” He smiled again and stood up, “Remember. Call that number if anything happens. Promise? The key-card is on the table there.” When she promised he’d turn the TV on again and stand, then walk to the door. “Get something to eat and some clothes. I’ll see you soon.” He smiled again and unlocked the pad lock and opened the door before closing it locked behind him.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie was really disappointed to see Slava go but she knew she couldn't make him stay. She would look pretty desperate if she tried to do that. She watched as he left and quickly got into bed and fell asleep. She didn't sleep very well that night. Of course she had tons of nightmares about Sergei coming to find her. She couldn't forget about him.

She woke up the next morning and felt like she really needed to see Slava. The only way she could get him to come over was to tell him she was in trouble so she figured that was what she'd do. After she showered and bought herself some new sexy lingerie she called his phone. She had on the new sexy lingerie. When he opened the door he would see her in it.