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While there aren’t many people in here, some of them are armed. If I try to escape, I’ll be shot, or worse. Maybe I can disrupt things enough to cause a premature end to the show?

I expect all the people who have paid to watch this sick livestream will be just as excited if I can somehow hurt Kolasnki. Uriov did say his viewers like feisty girls. Maybe they’ll be on my side if I fight back?

It’s a forlorn hope, but the best I can come up with.

Kolanski yanks me toward him, dodging my foot when I kick out. He crawls over me, practically slavering with eagerness, his tiny cock pulsating against my thigh.

The more I struggle, the more excited he gets. I can see it in his eyes. He loves this. It turns him on, the sick fuck.

As he reaches out to grope my breast, I pull the metal hairpin from the tangle of my hair. He doesn’t notice because he’s too busy licking his lips and staring at my body. Nobody else sees either.

I have one chance to hurt him. If I blow this, it’s game over.

He smiles as I stop fighting and slump back onto the bed. The fucker assumes I’ve given up. Tears trickle down my face and the camera zooms in to capture my reaction, but I ignore it.

Just as Kolanski looms over me, rutting against my thigh like a horny dog, I capitalize on my window of opportunity. Thrusting the metal hairpin I’m holding, straight into his eyeball, I scream, “NO!”

There’s a horrible popping sound followed by an anguished shriek. Fluid bursts out from Kolanski’s eye and he squeals and gurgles before rolling off me. Someone yells and then all hell breaks loose when armed men burst into the room.

I hear him before I see him.

“Natalya!” The sound of his voice penetrates the fog in my head.

Am I dreaming?

Chapter seventy-four

Max

Bodies fall as I fight my way through to Natalya. She’s clutching a small metal hairpin while Kolanski writhes on the floor, blood and fluid leaking from a ruptured eyeball. My little malyshka fought back. I’m proud of her.

“Max!” she screams. Someone fires at me from the left, but the shot goes wide and takes out a camera operator. He falls, pulling a lighting rig with him and it smashes on the floor.

A massive beast of a man charges at me, his face contorted with rage. Just as I raise my Glock, Sasha shoots him in the head. The hulk goes down like a sack of rocks.

When I reach Natalya, she falls into my arms.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” she sobs. There’s blood all over her and I pull back, trying to work out what injuries she has, but she shakes her head. “Not mine.”

Thank fuck. Looks like we got here just in time.

My earpiece crackles. “Uriov’s leaving via a side entrance,” Mickey tells me in a calm voice. “I shut down the live feed, by the way. You’re welcome.”

Fucking Uriov. I need to put that bastard down before he escapes and this horror show starts all over again.

“Go with Sasha, baby, I’ll be with you shortly.” She nods and I pass her to my second. I trust him to protect her with his life.

He reads my intentions and nods. There’s a black robe hanging over a chair and he uses it to cover my malyshka. Then he carries her out of the room. Now Uriov has left, his remaining men are surrendering without a fight. Those that aren’t dead anyway.

“Uriov is heading back in my direction,” Mickey says in my ear.

Not wanting him to get too much of a head start, I run back up the stairs and outside, Kolya on my heels. We sprint toward the trees. The moon disappears and the entire area plunges into blackness.

Since we came this way earlier, I am less cautious about potential booby traps. Up ahead, I hear pounding footsteps. It has to be Uriov. He must have a getaway vehicle stashed somewhere nearby.

“You can’t run forever, asshole!” I yell. He fires in my direction but the shot is way off. All it does is show me where he’s heading. I fire back and there’s a muffled grunt followed by an almighty scream.

When we reach him, I’m delighted to discover he’s stumbled into the bear trap. The rusty metal jaws are firmly locked around his calf. He’s well and truly trapped, and to make matters worse, he’s lost his gun.

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