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I squeeze my eyes shut. “You’re fucked in the head.”

“I’m just doing my job. Do it, and we’ll leave and give you a good report to the boss.”

“Do it,” I murmur to Kirill.

Kirill edges away from me slightly and he slips from my body. Pale-Eyes works his cock faster, breath growing rapid. “Part your legs more,” he rasps.

Not looking at him, I move my knees apart. Wetness trickles between my thighs.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his movements becoming even faster, his gaze locked on my pussy. He curses in Russian and then comes, his hips bucking into his hand.

I turn my face away, disgusted, but I feel his cum hitting my hair and dripping down my cheek.

Kirill sits back on his heels, his head hung. I know he feels how I do now that the high has worn off—exposed, used, depraved. Neither of us looks at each other.

“We will tell your father you did what was required,” the other man says. “And we will look forward to the next time.” They’ve put their cocks away and are zipping themselves up as they gloat.

Both men turn and traipse back up the stairs.

His words echo in my ears…next time.

I actually find myself hoping that Grigoriy finds a priest because if I don’t get out of here soon, I’m scared I’m going to get sick. Being married to Kirill isn’t the worst thing ever. I’ve learned there are much worse things out there. If that’s what it takes for us to escape, I’ll gladly do it. I just want to be free of this dungeon. My hair and face are sticky, and I try to wipe at myself, but I can’t get it off me. I am about to ask Kirill to use his t-shirt to help clean me up when the light clicks out.

Velvety thick darkness covers us, so dense it feels like it’s pressing down on me, and Kirill lets out a soft moan.

The sound is strange, almost childlike.

What is wrong with him?

I reach for him in the dark and find him balled up. I try to pull him to me, but he’s shaking like a leaf in the breeze.

Tears fill my eyes and spill over in the dark as I pray to God for a miracle.

Chapter 8

Domenic

My door opens and Tino bursts in.

I’ve not been up long, having slept for absolute shit. I’ve been trying to get my dad to use all the contacts at his disposal to find out who has Mackenzie. He thinks it might be the men who threatened her and her mom, and he’s asked the police in his pocket to try to find out anything they can.

“Kill is gone,” Tino announces. His eyes are wild. His hair is sticking up, too, and his tan skin looks wan and tired. He’s clearly slept as well as I have.

I sit up. “What? Where?”

“I wish I knew. He’s not in his room.”

I frown. “Is his car gone, too?”

“No, it’s still there.” Tino paces the room, spearing his fingers through his thick, dark hair and yanking at the roots.

My mind is spinning. “What the fuck is going on? Has someone taken him, too?”

He pauses his pacing for a moment. “Not from inside the building. We’d know if someone was here who shouldn’t be. The security is fucking tight, and more so now than usual.”

This doesn’t make sense. “So, he left voluntarily? What the fuck was he thinking?”

Tino draws a breath. “There’s only one person I know who could make Kirill act in such a way, and that’s his father.”

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