CHAPTER SEVEN: Call Me Master.

DIMITRI'S POV:

“What do you plan on doing with her?” Ivanov asks as I throw back the scotch, welcoming the harsh burning feeling in my throat.

“What you've always wanted me to do, brat.” I respond while turning another finger of scotch into my empty glass from the tumbler.

My brother immediately understanding what I mean, whistles under his breath. “Giana wouldn't like this.” He responds while chuckling low.

I shrug my shoulders in a show of nonchalance. It wasn't just a show, I really didn't care what Giana thought. I know she deserves better than me, but alas, she is stuck with me for the rest of our miserable lives.

“It's a good thing she wouldn't know about it.” I say in a calm voice.

This wasn't me threatening him. There was no need for Giana to know about my plans. And he was going to see to it that none of my men would breathe a word about it.

“Careful brother, you are beginning to sound soft.” Ivanov says in a teasing tone.

“You and I both know that I could marry her as a second wife, and Giana would submit to my decisions as always.” I say with a heavy frown on my face.

“Anya.” Ivanov says, causing me to frown slightly in confusion. “Her name is Anya.”

“Information I didn't need.” I say, finally turning to face him.

“Considering you are planning to stick your heir inside her, the least you can do is at least know her name.” Ivanov says with a clenched jaw.

“Why are you angry, brother? This was all your plan, wasn't it? ili ty vlyubilsya v neye?” Or did you fall in love with her? I ask in a mocking tone.

“You and I both know that's not true, brother.” Ivanov says with a sad expression on his face.

“Then what exactly is your problem?” I ask, feeling my stress and tension coming back in folds.

My brother gives me a vulnerable look, and for a moment, I see the young little boy he used to be before my father ruined him. He looks like he is about to say something but shuts his mouth at the last minute.

“Nothing, Pakhan.” Ivanov says in a closed off detached and respectful tone.

He pushes off from the table he is leaning on and makes his way out of my office, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“yebat'!” I curse as I throw my glass across the room, watching it shatter onto the ground, the satisfying crunch of glass under my feet as I make my way around the desk.

ANYA'S POV

I groan in pain as the steady thumping continues in my head no matter how hard I try to make it stop. I slowly rouse from my sleep, rubbing my hands up and down my naked body, to ward off the cold.

Wait! MY NAKED BODY! I immediately jerk up and find out that my initial suspicions were right. I was totally naked like the day I was born.

“Fuck!” I say angrily when I remember that probably all Dimitri's men have seen me naked.

I grimace at the memory of how no matter how hard I fought, Dimitri still caught me and brought me back here to his lair.

I try to lift my hand to stretch my body, only to find out they were both chained to a pole almost in the middle of the vast room.

After a few moments of tugging and fiddling with the lock, I find that I was truly fucked.

I look around the room and find that it probably used to be a ballroom of some sort, what with the numerous poles connected from the ceiling to the floor.

If I stayed on this tiled floor for another hour, I would probably die from the cold. “Dimitri!” I scream softly at first, knowing that my use of his first name is probably a taboo behind these walls.

“Dimitri!” I scream again, louder this time, but still no response.

I was beginning to become agitated and worried. Were they planning to leave me here to starve or die of cold? Was that their elaborate plan? Since they probably can't shoot a lady?

“Dimitri!” I scream louder this time, and apart from a loud bang on the door, no one pays me any mind.

I scream till my voice is hoarse and I'm in dire need of water but I find none around me.

I eventually fall asleep with stiff bones and a sore throat, only to be awakened by a wild tug on the chain connecting me to the pole.

I groan in annoyance as I force my eyes open. I stumble backwards in fear when I see Dimitri crouched low above me with a dangerous expression on his face.

I don't make it too far away though as he pulls me back with a tug on the chain. I grit my teeth in pain as I feel my elbows scrape against the smooth floor.

“You are hurting me!” I say partly in fear, and partly in anger in a voice still hoarse from my earlier shouting spree.

“But you wanted me. My men told me you screamed the room down.” Dimitri says with a dry laugh, that is totally void of any amusement.

I rub my hands up and down my arms, averting my eyes from his, not able to keep up with the intense look in them. “Right. I need you to release me. I'm in dire need of the toilet and I also need some water.”

Dimitri looks pointedly at a bucket lying in the corner. Surely, he didn't expect me to make use of that bucket to urinate!

“No! I'm not going to make use of that stinking bucket.” I say angrily.

“Then feel free to urinate on yourself. But I heard the urine is actually acidic. I wouldn't want you marring this lovely skin.” Dimitri says in a cold tone that shows he wouldn't care if I were to hurt myself one bit, while trailing a finger up and down my thighs.

I shuffle backwards and away from his touch, only to be brought back to him by a little tug on the chain.

“Surely you didn't bring me all this way to die. I need water and I need it urgently.” I say, ignoring his earlier statement.

“You have to earn it princess. Every single thing you need to survive, you have to earn.” Dimitri says in a cold tone with a very serious expression on his face.

I let out a little mocking laugh, knowing there was no way he was serious about what he was saying. “Really? Okay then, what do I need to do to get water? Mop this whole room or wipe down the windows, which one is it?”

“I'm not into menial slavery, Malyshka. But it seems like you are catching up real fast. Keep guessing.” Dimitri says with an impressive nod of his head.

“Look, I'm tired of playing all these games with you. Tell me what I need to do to get you to give me a bottle of water.” I ask in a frustrated tone.

“Call me master.” Dimitri says, interrupting my rant.

“Wha—t the hell? You must be joking right? Tell me, did I hit my head and get transported back to the 17th century?” I ask in a sardonic tone, disdain and disbelief warring for prominence on my face.

Dimitri pulls out a bottle of clear sparkling water from behind him and brings it closer to me, just within arms reach.

I look at his face, trying to determine what he was thinking but find no hint at all. He nudges me once more with the bottle and I sigh in relief as I reach out to grab it, only for him to pull it back to himself.

“Stop doing this!” I say in a shaky voice filled with tears.

“I guess, now you know I'm serious.” Dimitri says with a mocking smirk.

I look from the water to his face and after a moment of thinking I shake my head at him, wiping away the stray tears that found their way down my chin.

“I will never call you master. You can take your water and shove it up your ass, I don't care.” I say, turning my head away from him.

He nods his head as he stands to his feet and walks away with the water.

“Why are you even keeping me here? What do you plan on doing with me?” I ask in a tone filled with agony and longing for my freedom.

I don't expect him to hear my question or even answer me, but he stops halfway to the gigantic doors and turns around to face me.

“Surely, you are not that naive.” Dimitri says with a scornful expression on his face.

“If you are going to speak in parables, you might as well leave 'cause I really don't know what you are talking about.” I say with a dismissive flick of my wrist.

Dimitri walks back to me and then bends down until we are at eye level. He prevents me from backing away by holding the chain tightly in his grasp.

He looks me dead in the eyes as his hands roam down my naked front. He leaves feather-light touches on my chest as his hands make their way down to grope my exposed breast.

I find it unsettling that all the while we were talking, I never once remembered that I was naked in his presence.

I gasp in shock when his finger flicks my nipples causing them to harden against his palms. When I try to shift away from him, his grip turns punishing as he twists my nipples in a manner that leaves my mouth wide open in pain.

“Do you still not know what I want from you?” Dimitri asks in a mockingly soft tone.

“Never! I will never let you have me.” I say in a voice that has lost all its fight.

“It's cute that you think you have a choice.” Dimitri says, chuckling dryly as he picks up the bottle and walks out of the room.

“So this is how it is then? I have to choose between pleasuring you or your men?” I ask in a bitter tone.

“You are not so dumb after all.” Dimitri says without breaking stride, only stopping to place the water in the middle of the room. I see the smirk on his face as he leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him.