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Volk seemed to act as though last night’s events, when his face was between my legs and his tongue brought me to heaven, had never happened. I couldn’t bring myself to address it either; my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—my mother, Dasha, my father, and everyone tangled in this story, including him.
Savoring the hot soup, I found a brief moment of comfort. But I couldn’t avoid him forever. Sooner or later, I’d have to go upstairs and face him. The thought made my heart race and my palms sweat.
I took my time with the soup, hoping it would give me courage. But with each passing minute, my anxiety grew.
I sipped the hot raspberry tea Dasha had brought, my fingers absentmindedly tapping against the ivory cup as I glanced around the room, noticing the dark TV stand. A piece of fabric next to it caught my eye; two embroidered letters stood out—V and I. Victoria and Igor, perhaps.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I resembled her in any way.
Gathering the last bit of courage left in me, I slowly climbed the stairs, my hand tracing the smooth, dark wooden rail. In the distance, the soft patter of water droplets quickened my heartbeat.
Reaching the landing, I hesitated, bracing myself for what lay ahead.
Taking a deep breath, I approached the bathroom door. My hand trembled as I reached out to turn the knob.
Why are you so scared, Sofiya?
With a determined sigh, I pushed open the door and stepped into the steamy bathroom. Warmth enveloped me, mingling with the sweet scent of lavender and honey. Candles flickered around the tub, casting soft shadows on the walls.
In the middle of the room, Volk stood with his back to me. His sleeves were rolled up, and he was pouring liquid soap into the bath while soft music played in the background. The scene felt almost dreamlike, like something out of a movie.
For a moment, I was frozen, unable to move or speak.
When he finally turned his head and noticed me, he said, “Take your clothes off."
“I-I don’t want you to see me naked.”
He chuckled, the deep sound filling the bathroom. “Sofiya, I ate your pussy for so long the other night, I can still taste you in my mouth. There’s nothing about you I haven’t already seen.”
I gasped. “Don’t be an asshole.”
With a mix of nervousness and resolve, I slowly undressed, feeling the room’s warmth envelop me. I sensed his gaze lingering on me, tracing every curve of my body. Stepping into the bath, I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself in the sensation of bubbles and the comforting warmth of the water. His hand brushed against mine, and I opened my eyes, my breath catching in my throat.
“You okay?”
I sighed, realizing I couldn’t avoid the topic any longer. “I don’t know what to do. But I believe you.”
He sighed heavily. “It wasn’t my place to tell you everything.”
I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. “Igor will kill me when he finds out. At least, that’s what Dasha said.”
Tears began to stream down my face as the harsh reality of my situation set in.
Volk reached out to touch my arm, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin. “It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered softly.
But I shook my head, tears still flowing. “No, it’s not. You know what Igor will do. And I haven’t done anything wrong. I was just born into this mess. When he puts a gun to my head even you won’t be able to stop him.”
Turning away, I sank deeper into the water while Volk stayed silent.
We sat in the quiet, broken only by the soft music and the occasional drip of water. Even with him so close, I felt an overwhelming sense of ... loneliness.
“Do you want to join me?” I asked hesitantly.
The bathtub was big enough for three people, so despite his height, we could fit together.
He nodded slowly. “Yeah, sure.”
I shifted to make room for him, avoiding eye contact as he undressed, leaving on his black Calvin Klein boxers. He settled in behind me, stretching out his long legs and leaning back against the other end of the tub. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. I rested my head on his shoulder, tracing my knuckles along his forearms. His fingers wove through my wet hair, massaging my scalp.
