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“That’s a good slave,” he says with a cocky grin and stands up. I think of a retort but find myself swooped up in his arms and carried back into the bedroom.

I’m tired, sore, and hazy from the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me.

After I’m dumped back on the bed, he stands over me with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Now. You’ll answer my questions. First - how did you learn Russian?” he asks me and then I realize my mistake.

He’s been speaking to me in Russian since he put his tongue on my clit.

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She’scute. Realization hits her features and she blanches. She thought I hadn’t noticed her reactions when she wasn’t supposed to be understanding. She’d learn.

Finding that fucking asshole getting ready to rape her had set my nerves on fire. No one but me will touch her. No one.

I could sit and evaluate why I feel so protective over her, but I won’t. It would only end badly - for us both. No matter what I feel, she’s to be trained and sold. End of story.

“Answer me,” I bark at her when she remains quiet. Her mind is reeling, looking for a plausible lie. But I’ve already figured out one thing about my Magdalena - she’s no good at lying.

“I took it in high school,” she blurts out and I laugh.

“You took Russian in high school? In America?”

“College?” She tries again, but her voice is weak.

I take a deep breath. “Your sister, did she teach you?”

“Danuta? No. She—” She looks away from me, like it’s embarrassing to speak. “She never taught me.”

“You taught yourself then,” I say, keeping my voice hard. I have my suspicions, but I’m not giving them away yet. If I’m right, she has no idea.

“Yes.” She nods and pulls her knees up to her chest, covering her naked body from me. I sense it’s not her body she’s trying to hide though, and the part of her she’s wanting to shield won’t be kept from me.

“Why?” I ask, not really needing to know. None of this is important, and it’s distracting me from getting to her training, but I want to know.

“Why did you bring me up here?” she asks her own question.

I tilt my head, examining her features. “I could use the truth serum on you. It would be easier to get my answers.” I won’t, but she doesn’t know that. The serum would make her mind clogged and she’d be useless to me physically for a day. I only have a week to get her ready; which makes every moment count.

Her eyes widen, and for a split second, I see the fear lingering there. Just a brief moment before she covers it up with annoyance. She’s tired of threats and being bossed around. Which I find more amusing than maybe I should. After browsing her computer, I know it’s what she loves deep down. But she’s not in control here, she can’t just mutter a word and end all of this. Here, her submission isn’t her choice.

“My sister learned Russian for work, so I taught myself.” She shrugs like her confession has no meaning, but I know better. I’ve met her sister. I know what the bitch is like. I’ve seen warmer temperatures in Siberia.

“How many years older is she than you?” I ask, knowing it can’t be many, they look too similar. Although, not so close that my father should have mistaken one for the other. But he’s getting old, and it’s been many years since he had a run in with Danuta.

“Seven.” She rests her forehead on her knees. A rumble from her stomach reminds me she didn’t have breakfast. That motherfucker comes back to my mind and I can’t wait to put my fist through his face later for his insolence.

“You know what she does?” I ask, though prying into the connection between her and her sister won’t achieve my task.

“She—” Magdalena sighs. “She’s going to find me. She’s going to come here and find me and kill all of you.” I hear the desire in her words, she wants them to be true, desperately.

I don’t laugh. There’s nothing funny about what’s going to happen to her once I’m done with her. Letting her have hope would be cruel.

“No. Magdalena, she’s not. She’s never going to find you. Once I have you properly trained, my father will sell you to the highest bidder. If you obey, if you learn, you’ll be lucky and a man who enjoys obedience will buy you. But if you resist, if you don’t present well, a man who enjoys punishing girls like you will buy you.” I step closer to the bed. “And you don’t want that.”

Tears build in her eyes, shimmering on her lids before they fall silently down her cheeks. The flush from her orgasm has faded.

“I have a meeting. Rest in here, don’t fuck around and I won’t bind you, but if you try to escape or hurt anyone that enters this room, you’ll be bound and chained.” I wipe my hand across my mouth, the taste of her still lingers on my tongue.

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