Page 70 of Macon

I nod.

Mac pulls me back against him. “Now, I think it’s my turn.”

He pushes me to my back and proceeds to move down my body.

His facial hair tickles me as he kisses down my belly, placing himself between my legs.

“Oh God,” I breathe.

Mac looks up. “Yes?”

I hit his shoulder as he descends upon me. I lie back, letting him devour me.

God is right. Fuck yes.

I’ve been in and out of consciousness but never for too long. They keep pumping me with drugs, so I’m high and confused most of the time. I don’t think anyone has assaulted me since that one time, but then again, someone could have touched me while I was passed out. But with kiska being the only one around me, I don’t think she would have done that without Mistress’s approval.

When they were feeding me, I asked the mistress to see Peshkov, and she laughed at me. But when I asked to see Viktoriya, she didn’t look happy. Asking me why I wanted to see her. I would reply that I want to talk to Viktoriya.

This time, they’re giving me a bath when I ask again, “When can I see Viktoriya?”

Mistress is sitting in a chair across from us, watching and smoking a cigarette.

Blowing out the smoke, she replies, “Soon. Myshka, I hope you know what you’re doing. If she doesn’t like what you have to say, she could just kill you.”

Kiska is the one giving me a sponge bath. I’m back in the tub with my arms above my head while she wipes me down.

I have come to realize kiska is the only one who touches me besides the bald-headed guy who administers my injections while Mistress watches.

I am never alone with anyone. Usually, all three of them are in the same room with me.

Mistress stands up, putting her cigarette in the ashtray beside her. I watch as she moves to a dresser.

“Kiska, put this on her,” Mistress says, handing her an off-white garment she pulls from the drawer.

She drops the sponge and moves to retrieve it. “Yes, Mistress.”

As kiska moves back to me, Mistress looks to the bald-headed man and says, “I need her lucid and coherent for this visit, but after, I want her back on routine.”

The bald man nods. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but I’ve never heard this man speak. It’s always a nod.

Viktoriya must be coming today, that or Peshkov. I start to think, do I know what I’m doing? If I could get Viktoriya here and ask about Dexter, maybe Viktoriya would let me go.

I need to do something. I can’t just lie here and let them keep drugging me up. I won’t be coherent much longer after the meeting, that’s for sure. My brain gets foggy, and I lose sight of where I am quickly with whatever drugs they’re giving me.

I think today I’m clear-headed because they want me to be able to talk to whoever is coming.

The bald man moves to stand in front of me. His eyes are as black as obsidian, with a dead stare like he’s not human.

He reaches above my head, unclipping my hands, lifting me out of the tub, and setting me on my feet. My legs are weak, and I begin to fall, but the massive man holds me upright. Kiska is there to slip on what looks like a nightshirt.

Once it’s in place, they move me to a chair and cuff my arms behind my back, holding me to the chair upright.

Suddenly, there’s a soft knock on the door, and everyone in the room freezes except Mistress, who snaps and says, “Enter.”

The bald man and kiska rush to the side of the room, making themselves scarce.

I try to keep my head up, but I’m so tired and weak.

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