Chapter 4

"You have quite the audacity, baby girl. Would love to show you your place." Russell said, the smirk not leaving his face. 

"I think I have the right over my body. And that's what I am executing here." Sasha said with a stoic face, even though there was a hidden storm beneath. She was scared that she would lose her virginity without her consent, to this man. Something she had always been scared of in her entire life. Like that time when she was in the bar. The fear and the adrenaline rush, the sting of his hand on her. It felt like her entire world was crumbling down into pieces. 

"Makes sense. But right now, you belong to me, babygirl. I would do whatever I like with you." His eyes were filled with lust, something not very foreign to her. All men wanted the same thing from her. The phone rang under his pocket, diverting his attention and he picked it up. "What is it?" 

"Russell, it's Jong. He is captured." A man spoke on the phone. 

"Get him into the basement, I'm coming." He hung up the call and looked back at her, regaining his mirthful smile. "Seems that you are quite lucky today. I have work to do. But you won't be next time. Till then, baby." He waved his hand in front of her and walked out of the room in a second. The way he was so quick with his strides intrigued her. 

She sighed and looked around the room. Now, what to do around here?–she thought. It would be good to explore the huge ass room, so she started doing that. She needed to divert her thoughts from whatever happened today. She knew how to do that. She looked for a paper or anything in the room. Her eyes found what she was looking for ok one of the glass tables at the east corner of the to that stood in front of the wide ceiling-floor sliding door. It was hidden with cream colored curtains,but she could figure out the glass through the small gap. 

On the other side of the mansion, Russell had walked downstairs and waved his finger at hisem, giving them the signal to follow him. They nodded and accompanied him downstairs. At the north side of the ground floor, there was a big library, with one of those shelves that could slide out to give into another room. It was mostly hidden and could only be operated by the computer that was kept on the table at the center of the library. It was called a library because of the amount of books stacked on the shelves,but all were put in disguise. He considered it more to be his study. 

After a few minutes, he was in a dark room that had a pungent smell of blood and urine in it. Sometimes it disgusted him also,but he knew that it would be cleaned later. It's just that a new prey was already in for a treat that the smell had started to spread. There was only one small light bulb that hung from the rusted ceiling. It was kind of weak, but stood still. Russell never cared to maintain the basement that much because it was the place his enemies resided in. He had no reason to give a damn about them. The worse the condition, the better the punishment. 

In the middle of the room, under the light of the bulb, sat a man tied to the chair with handcuffs that had needles on it. They dug into the skin of the man's hands, blood oozing out of them and falling on the floor. Russell walked up to him, his face forming into disgust as he saw how the man was sweating and beaten up black and blue. He never liked to handle the torture task because it was extremely filthy and the blood made him feel disgusted. But it was a part of his job, so he had no other way. 

Carter, Russell's gang's second division commander, clicked his fingers, signaling the workers under his division to bring a chair for him. Two of them nodded, habituated with the task and carried the chair to their boss and placed it behind him. Russell sat on the chair and the man standing next to him held a tray that had a sanitizer and handkerchief placed in it. 

"So, Jeon." He started, his nose scrunched up because of the smell. "Wait a minute." He turned back to his men. "Please spray some room freshner here. This place smells horrible. How do you guys even stand here?" 

"Masks." Rick, commander of the third division pointed at the mask he was wearing. He was the only one wearing it, but then again, he was the one assigned to look over the activities in the basement, so he had no choice. 

"Give me one too, then. This place reeks of fucking piss." He waved his hand in front of his nose to blow away the stinginess. 

"The courtesy of this dumbass here. Started pissing his pants after a few punches." Rick added. 

"Disgusting, bro. Why didn't you let him go to the toilet?" Russell asked, looking at Rick. 

"What if he tried to run away?" 

"Eh, then cut off his dick. Who cares. He's going to be dead meat anyway." Russell suggested and the man tied up to the chair, who had just regained his consciousness for the moment, looked at the men with wide set eyes. One of the men in the third division brought up a mask for Russell to wear. He took it and immediately put it on his face, while the rest started to spray a room freshener around the place. 

"What smell is it? Dandelion?" Carter asked, sniffing the air and then regretting it. He was expecting that the smell would finally go away, but the room freshener needed it's own time to spread.

"Man, chill. We are here to kill this dude,not talk about fragrances of room freshners. Get a life already." Brandon, the second-in-command of the third division said. He was a regular here and unlike Rick, he had no issues with the environment they worked in. 

"Mpmmm. Mmmmm. "He tried to move, making the chair legs beat the ground. He was only a messenger. He had no idea that he was getting into a big mess. He made one mistake—not knowing who Russell Bolgov was. 

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