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Mybedroom. The one I originally stayed in. The prison in which I was chained to the bed.

I’d rather be in here, alone and scared, than share the bed with him again.

This afternoon, in what I thought was a beautiful and intimate moment—I gave him my body. I gave him myvirginity.

But now, tonight, I can’t even look at him anymore.

I close the bedroom door and after putting the plate of food on the bedside table I flop down into the layers of blankets.

The moment my face hits the soft fabric, I start crying.

Tears flow and flow and it feels like they will never stop.

I cry until every ounce of energy is drained from me and I am completely numb.

Being numb makes things easier.

I’m too tired to care. I’m too tired to cry anymore and I’m even too tired to be angry.

Dragging myself up against the headboard, I sit for a moment, staring blankly at nothing.

Then I pick up my cold plate of food and slowly eat it, fork full by fork full, not caring that it could use a little salt or be heated up—I just know I need the energy for my body.

I have no idea what tomorrow is going to bring, and I want to be ready for it.

Avraam might decide to get rid of me. He might decide to make some kind of example of me. All I know for sure is that I amdonewith him.

He is a complete asshole and doesn’t deserve me. He doesn’t deserve what I gave him today.

The thought causes a lump at the back of my throat and I can’t eat anymore. It turns out that I do still have more tears left.

I can’t believe I gave him my virginity.

I am such a fool.

Chapter 17 - Avraam

The boardroom meeting has been dragging on all morning. It’s an important one, we have to discuss this, but I’m not in the mood for it at all.

It’s an intimate group of my closest men. Dex, Royce and three others who were present during the attack on the warehouse are sitting around a table, watching me, waiting for me to continue.

“So, we have nothing?” I huff in annoyance.

“We have no evidence,” Dex confirms. “Not linking the Kuznetsovs directly to the attack.”

Royce tilts his head back and lets out a frustrated growl. “It’s obviously them and that girl played a massive role in it,” he snaps.

“She says she has nothing to do with it,” I say, playing devil’s advocate.

“Well, she’s lying. And I know exactly how to make her speak. Let me take her. I’ll bring her to the warehouse dungeons, and I assure you that after an hour or two with me she will tell us everything we want to know.”

I glare at him in disbelief, “Torture? Are you telling me you want to torture, Ruslana?”

“Yes. I can do it this afternoon. The sooner, the better. I will go past the house and—“

“Not a fucking chance,” I growl darkly. “And if you ever fucking mention using violence towards her again, I will rip your eyes from their sockets and leave you to fend for yourself in the forest.”

The threat is not empty. If he even thinks about touching her, I will tear him apart.

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