Page 106 of Fall into Savagery

I realized in this moment that I wasn’t scared of them. Not even Nikolay, though I was still wary that Nikolay would try to spank me someday.

I smiled at him and wrote down in my notebook:

Can you talk to the men out front and let us come through the back?

He looked at me with questions in his eyes before nodding and getting out of the car.

I didn’t exactly have a plan.

I didn’t think I should just walk in front of the club, and I was afraid that whoever took that picture was still around.

I tried to call them again.

Nikolay and Mikhail were also inside because I could see Nikolay’s car in the corner.

All of my calls were directed to voicemails right away, and though I wasn’t worried before, I was becoming increasingly wary as each moment passed that I couldn’t get into contact with them.

Someone tapped on my window. I jumped back and looked over with wide eyes.

Gleb looked at me with apologetic eyes before opening the doors for me.

“We can come through the back, and there’s a room ready for you to wait in while I go get Mr. Vasiliev, Mr. Volkov, and Mr. Sokolov.”

I could only nod, trying to calm my heart rate down, and climbed out of the car.

The two men that stood guard were still watching us, but this time, they didn’t look at me with suspicion, but … deference?

They bowed their heads when I came up and opened the door for me.

Gleb held out his hand. “This way,” he said quietly.

I followed him inside the dark building.

I could hear loud music right away. I didn’t recognize the upbeat song playing, but I knew why it was picked, considering I could make out a few lewd lyrics here and there.

I followed closely behind Gleb as he turned sharply to the right and into a dark hallway.

We passed the dressing room.

It wasn’t unlike the dressing room at Gabriel’s strip club.

Women in various stages of undress walked by, all donning some sort of revealing and colorful costume that made me blush just looking at them.

I wondered if I would ever be as comfortable as them with my own body.

Not that I would ever want to be comfortable enough to walk around other people that I didn’t know baring all, but comfortable enough that I didn’t feel so shy whenever I undressed in front of my men.

“This way,” Gleb said softly.

I nodded, though I doubted he could see me much in the dim hallway. We came to a stop next to the dressing room.

He opened the door to a small room.

It must be where they kept their costumes.

I walked in, and Gleb bowed. “I’ll go get them, okay? Please don’t leave this room unless someone is here to escort you out.”

I nodded and watched him walk away, taking a seat on the lone slipper chair set in the corner, trying not to think about the history and story this chair must have known, especially being in a place like this.

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