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Marina was still wearing her dress and boots which puzzled me, so I asked her about it.
“My towel is already outside,” she said, pointing towards the kitchen. “The door is back there.”
She then gestured for me to walk in front of her, and we made our way towards the kitchen. The house was silent except for the sound of our footsteps on the wooden floor. The moon cast long shadows across the lawn as its light shone through the garden.
Opening the door to the backyard, an icy wind hit me, making me shiver. The jacuzzi to my left bubbled invitingly in the moonlight, and the wooden deck creaked beneath our feet as we approached the hot tub. Excited, I started jumping to warm myself up.
“A bit chilly, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty cold out here,” I laughed, rubbing my arms and tightening the towel around me.
As I turned to face Marina, a sharp sensation at the back of my neck made me freeze.
My heart pounded as I realized she had pressed a cold metal object against my skin.
“What about an icy cold jacuzzi?” she whispered, her voice chillingly low.
My mind raced.
Was Marina pointing a gun at me?
Why would she do that? What did she want?
“Answer me.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and stammered, “I-I don’t understand.”
I stayed perfectly still, afraid to move, as Marina pressed the gun harder against my neck. Her silence was broken only by the sound of her breathing.
Finally, with a click of her tongue, she let out an evil laugh. “Sofiya, you are so naive, my dear.”
A rush of confusion washed over me. “What do you want from me?” I asked, trembling.
“You’ll see. Now drop the towel.”
I hesitated, but Marina yanked my hair back, pressing the gun harder.
“I told you to drop it, now!”
Tears burned down my cheeks as I winced in pain. With no other option, I let the towel slip from my grasp. The cold air on my bare skin made me feel vulnerable and helpless.
“You’re such a pathetic little thing,” she sneered. “I could kill you right now, and no one would even know you were here.”
Desperate, I whispered, “Volk knows I’m here with you.”
“Oh, silly,” she laughed. “Volk doesn’t know anything. And even if he did, do you really think he cares about you?”
Volk’s warning echoed in my mind, the weight of my mistake crushing me. I had failed to heed his advice to never trust anyone, and now I was paying the price. I dropped my shoulder in defeat, regret surging through me. Marina’s harsh words churned my stomach.
Deep down, I knew she was right—Volk didn’t care about me. He never would.
I bit my lip to stifle a sob, trying to hold myself together.
“He may not care about me, b-but,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “Igor will kill him if he doesn’t keep me safe.”
“Igor,” she repeated, considering the name. “Igor is dangerous. But you think I’m afraid of him?”
Gosh, Volk where are you?
