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“I want see her,” Yaroslavsky said. “Maybe I try her and make offer. Brother always need new merchandise.”
I backed away from the window as my blood ran cold. An offer from him wouldn’t be to let me go. Oh no, I could guess all too well what happened to women who started that journey.
Quickly, I surveyed the room for weapons—a task I should have started as soon as the door closed. The plastic lamp was too small and flimsy. The room didn’t have a chair I could break apart. The walls were bare.
Yanking open the top drawer of the nightstand, I found a silver bracelet and handcuffs—two pairs, not the gentle fur-linedkind. I slipped a pair into my back pocket. I ran my fingers over the name engraved on the bracelet and returned it to the drawer—Natasha.
Footsteps sounded from the stairwell.
“See her first,” Yaroslavsky said.
“Look only. We should eat lunch first,” Pons said.
Pulling open the second drawer, I found a small riding crop, some rope, and two whips. That’s when I noticed the loops at the corners of the headboard.Fuck.This was Pons’s sex dungeon, just not underground.
“You have vodka?” Yaroslavsky said from just beyond the door.
“Of course.”
The only thing I could think of to do was make myself less-appealing merchandise. I scratched down my cheek as hard as I could. It hurt like hell, but it was worth it. I sat on the side of the bed, with the good side of my face toward the door.
The lock clicked, and the door opened.
“Some meat on her.” The Russian laughed. “I like.”
I turned my face toward the ugly fatso, letting him see the marks. The two big goons from outside stood behind him.
Yaroslavsky smiled at me. “I try after lunch.”
My stomach twisted. That wasn’t the reaction I’d wanted from my bloody face.
“I make offer after.”
Any more words from this pig, and I’d puke all over myself.
“She’s supposed to be mine.” That was Johnson from the hallway. “We had a deal.”
“I’m a capitalist. Highest bidder wins,” Pons said with a maniacal smile.
“You can’t do that. We had a deal,” Johnson repeated angrily.
Pons ignored the complaint. “Tough shit. That was before my Russian friend showed an interest. Highest bidder gets delivery after I’ve had her for a week.”
This was getting worse by the second. As much as I wanted to launch myself and claw his eyes out, I held back. This wasn’t the time. I’d only get one chance, and I had to make it count.
“Lunch awaits,” Pons announced.
After the door locked behind them, I rushed to the doorway and listened.
“What about us?” Johnson asked.
“You four can eat in the kitchen,” Pons answered.
The Spinelli brothers and Yaroslavsky’s two goons made four, meaning the hallway would be unguarded.
I replaced my shirt after taking off my bra. Biting at the tiny knot in the thread I’d used to sew the hole shut, I quickly removed the underwire. It was a procedure the master chief had made me practice until I could complete it quickly in the dark.
“Time will be of the essence,” he’d said. “And seconds could make the difference between escaping or not.”
