He turned around, leaning against the counter, the edge pressing against his spine. One hand gripped the edge of the counter, the other a bottle of beer that was rapidly cooling down as streaks of water ran down his arm. He drank heavily. There's a lot to put on the girl's shoulders, and then there's him. Aside from his personal enmity, he couldn't let Raymond down. Vladek Rostrovich must die. In this respect, Raymond and he never disagreed. When it comes to taking each step, it's completely different. He took a full gulp, churning the liquid in his mouth before swallowing and feeling it fill him. Ruining the lives of others is what he is very good at, of course, this task is no different. Or is it? He emptied the beer bottle, enjoying a little but still wanting more. He turned to rinse his mouth, watching the water rush out. The girl was really terrified of him, that he was sure of. Have to use that to your advantage. Under his tutelage, she would become whatever it took to survive
Vladek was not always rich and powerful. Once upon a time, that infamous Russian was just a mercenary and an illegal merchant willing to sell what he sold - drugs, guns, people, it didn't matter. He traveled all over Russia, India, Poland, Ukraine, Turkey, Africa, Mongolia, Afghanistan and on one fateful day, Pakistan. Doretti Raymond was then a young man, a captain in the Pakistani Army under the command of a passionate General. The American-initiated war against Saddam Hussein as Desert Storm was going well, and Raymond was called in to support the coalition on the ground. Raymond, who recently lost his father, wanted to stay close to his family until arrangements were made for his mother and sister, but could not. The General is hungry for rank and nothing can help level up faster than a fight. Raymond's absence was inevitable, and eventually led to tragedy, in the two years he was away from home, Vladek kept an eye on Raymond's sister, A'noud. When Raymond returned with the good
Eric tossed the towel aside, strode from the other end of the bedroom, across the bed to the large window. Pulling up the curtain, he looked outside. The stars, a dark horizon; the black curtain of the night and the moon refuses to appear. That journey has not been easy. It's easier to kill the guilty than to trade innocent women. It is a lesson in ruthlessness and concentration, and about choosing a path that promises to purify the soul. Despite all of that, Eric pushed forward. At first, he trained them with the help of Raymond, then he did it alone. And with every slave Eric brought to the auction, he gained more recognition from the filthy world of the sex trade. For every rich, well-to-do, crooked merchant or boasting about Eric's expertise, he gained an extra foothold in the underworld of rulers. With each success he achieved, he dug deeper into the darkness and came closer, hopefully, to the chance to find Vladek. But years have passed, and Vladek is still out of sight. Mean
It's raining outside. I can hear. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened my eyes, forgetting for a second where I was, but then sadness came. I really don't know what day it is. He always kept me in the dark, always, only the night light illuminated me in the room. I don't know why he did things this way. If it was to distract me, then he succeeded. I never realized how an inability to hold time could be so devastating to one's ability to hold on to reality. It is easy to get lost in the endless darkness and in the fleeting hours. I think a lot about my family, about my mother and what she may or may not be going through. Maybe she'll regret all the time she never said she loved me. Maybe she'll regret never giving me the hugs I so desperately crave. Now it's too late. I wondered if they were thinking where I was, or if the police had told my mother that hope of finding me was lost. I count the days that pass by counting the number of meals. By this time I had eaten six breakfasts. I
The room door opened. The 'owner' came in with breakfast. I move to the bathroom doorframe, staring as he closes the door with my foot. I swear this man never sleeps. I'm not sure what time it is, but whatever the reason, it gives the impression that it's too early to shower and change clothes. He always dressed as if he was going to a party or a night out, never wearing casual or comfortable clothes. Except for the day we met, of course. I jumped when he spoke. "Why are you covering yourself?" I immediately looked down at the ground but didn't lift my hands off my chest. “I am naked, Master,” I replied, my voice trembling. He put the tray on the bed. “You used to be naked in front of me. Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Release your hand and come over here.” I drop my hands, knitting them together in front of me as I walk towards him. Eric sighs as I approach, then he pushes my hand away from the tight spot. “Don't cover yourself in front of me. It's ridiculous." I bit my lip.
I feel a little uncomfortable with this position. My bound hands were heavy on my tailbone, the soles of my feet touching the sides of my buttocks. I struggled a bit, but managed to pull my legs out from below to close them. “Do you know how sexy that pose is?” he said. I gritted my teeth and looked away. “White suits you so well, I have to make a note of this. Seeing her in clothes made me think of stripping her naked. Anyway, I think this is a very good opportunity to make you more comfortable getting naked in front of me, and that would give me a nice sight to watch while eating.” I pressed my knees together but then had to swerve when he pulled me. I still remember the beating very well and didn't want to upset him. The whole room was quiet except for my labored breathing. I have never felt so exposed. “Lovely,” he breathed in suddenly, and when he spoke again, his voice was low, a little hoarse. “The pink color is just right. Now…keep your legs extended. Don't irritate me." I
I can't find the words to describe it. Turning my head, I looked at him through heavy eyelids. "You shouldn't have bit your lip so hard, next time let it go," he said, rubbing my lips with his thumb. His lips are wet, either from sweat, or from me, please be sweat. He smiled and kissed me on the mouth…it was me. Infamy. “I still hate you,” I say quietly, eyes looking up at the ceiling, absent-minded, content, and missing something. He pulled my hair from my face and kissed me again. His fingers press against wet flesh and I can't help but groan as my whole body throbs violently. “But my 'little girl' isn't…and that's what matters.” He smiles, and I close my eyes, turning the other way. “Actually, I would call you that…Kitty.” My heart suddenly ached. I have that name. Yena. Nana. It suddenly occurred to me that he had never asked for my name, not even that day on the street, which meant he had never considered me a human - not even once. My throat constricted with pain. Does anyon
I feel a little better today. The nostalgia for Eric is still there, I don't think the feeling will go away, but I was able to get through many minutes without falling to my knees and crying for him; that is progress. Dr. Sloan said that one day I would make it through an hour… a day – but I only let myself hope to get there. It feels like a betrayal to dare to hope for such things. Once again, I was sitting in the fun room they used to interrogate preschoolers. This time, I don't need to say too much. I already have a lawyer taking care of that. He and Agent Kudo have been arguing back and forth for the past hour. David, my lawyer, is not very good looking, but he is very intelligent and extremely energetic. There's something hot about watching the two of them argue…or maybe I just enjoy seeing Kudo in a state of confusion. His hair was disheveled from raking his hands through his hair too much to keep himself from punching David in the face. Every now and then, he glances back at