11 | The Twin Raydene
Captivity ~ Day unknown
“T he fuck you say to me?” Mr. Peshkov snarls.
“I said you cannot torture her anymore. She will be no good to us if you mark her body,” a Russian woman announces from somewhere in the room.
I can’t see either of them since I’m blindfolded. One of my eyes is swollen shut, and from how wet my blindfold is, it must be cut open. I can hear her heels click-clacking around the room.
“ Nyet! She is mine. I bought her—”
The woman cuts him off. “No? You bought her sister. Not her.”
Oh God. This woman was involved in Cindy being taken.
“Did you know? Did you know she had a twin? You kept this from me?” Mr. Peshkov rants.
“No, I didn’t know until I saw them DJing with my cousin, Dom.” She pauses. “Believe me, it was a huge surprise.”
Oh my God. This is Viktoriya. The Russian woman who was with Dexter.
A flash of hope forms inside me. Maybe Dexter will be able to find me, or at least know where I am so Steve can find me.
Please let this mean I’m back in New York or even Chicago.
“Dominic didn’t tell you. I don’t understand,” Peshkov questions.
Sounding frustrated, Viktoriya explains, “Dominic was here in the States when all that went down. He never saw or knew anything about her sister. We acquired all those girls from the UK. So no, he didn’t know.”
Her heels continue click-clacking around me like she’s circling me, assessing me. “Plus, look at her. She looks nothing like her sister besides her face, which you’ve beat up.”
It’s true. After Cindy went into protective custody, I changed everything I could: my hairstyle and color and enhanced my lips and breasts. I had always been on the skinnier side, where my sister had all the curves.
“You gave me some scrawny, drugged-up pizdocha when you could’ve given her to me,” Peshkov exclaims.
“Again, I didn’t know about her until recently. If you want her, you will need to pay for her. Plus that drugged-up whore still works for you, and this one is more high profile. You will have to take her away and hide her. She’s known all over. Why do you think I waited so long to take her until now?” Viktoriya says, sounding annoyed.
Waited so long? How long has she been working with Dexter?
Peshkov snaps, “ Nyet! I owe you nothing! I took her! Not you! I did!”
I hear a chair move, indicating he must have been sitting in it. “She. Is. Mine. I don’t care if it’s her twin.” He runs his hands down my face, and I cringe.
“Don’t touch me,” I seethe.
Viktoriya laughs. “ Dostatochno! You can have the suka . This one is more aggressive and bitchier than the other one. I don’t know if you can break this one. People will know she’s gone, she’s high profile.”
“If I can’t break her to my will, then she’ll die at my hands.” He laughs with a sinister voice, gripping my breast and making me groan in pain.
Instantly, I spit, hoping he’s close enough it lands on him.
“Fuck you. I will never be yours,” I growl, not caring what happens to me. The only thing that matters is they still think Cindy is dead.
Slap!
Goddammit.
“Shut this suka up!” Viktoriya snaps her fingers, and someone moves next to me and puts duct tape over my mouth within seconds.
“So, what is your plan, Peshkov? Because soon, someone will notice she’s gone. I don’t need or want anyone fucking with my business. I need her boyfriend to play nice until I get my connections lined up and find out what happened to my cousin. Once that’s done and I off him, you can do whatever you want with her.”
I start to cry. I’m so mad at Dexter for getting us involved with the Russians again.
Peshkov’s massive hand wipes my cheek gently as he replies, “Well, it’s been almost two weeks, and no one has come looking for her, but I agree, so you better hurry up, printsessa, because I want to take her home soon.”
Viktoriya makes a tsk-tsk sound as I hear her heels walking away from us. “If you wait until I’m done, you can have the other suka too.”
That has Peshkov’s and my attention.
Viktoriya laughs wickedly. “You can have her blond friend too. That suka had something to do with my cousin going missing, so once I beat that out of her, you can have what is left over. For free.” I hear the door open. “If I don’t kill her trying to get answers.”
Oh God. They don’t know Dominic is dead.
Peshkov’s voice sounds eager. “I will wait. I want them all.”
Once the door closes, Peshkov leans into me. “I will give you some time to rest, but we will continue our sessions soon.”
I wiggle and try to break the restraints, screaming, but nothing comes out, only muffled sounds.
Slap!
Oh God! I need to get free. I need to warn them all.
I keep thrashing against the restraints until someone grabs my arm, injecting me.
Fuck! They’re drugging me. No…no!
Before the darkness consumes me, I hear Peshkov say, “Get her ready. We’re leaving in thirty.”
When I start to regain consciousness, my head is throbbing, but what’s worse is the body pain. Both my arms and feet are bound together, with my arms behind me. My body’s stiff from lying in this uncomfortable position.
Suddenly, I hear a woman’s sharp gasp. “ Moya lyubov, what have you done? I thought she was dead.”
My love? Is this his wife?
Peshkov answers from across the room. “This is her twin.”
“Why did you bring her here?” the woman states, sounding angry.
“I need to keep her here for a while. We must keep her hidden, and I need to be seen in public as if nothing has happened.”
I’m blindfolded, but I can sense this woman is unhappy.
“I will have nothing to do with this, Arman. She can’t be here,” she demands. I sense using his real name isn’t a good thing. I start to move around.
Peshkov must not like that response because the next thing I hear is him moving swiftly across the room and saying, “You will do as I say. I pay for you to have a good life here. You will keep her hidden and care for her while I’m gone.”
Gone?
“Gone? Where are you going?” the woman protests.
“I have some business to attend to with Viktoriya. I don’t want anyone to know where I’ve stashed her until it is time for me to take her home. This place is perfect. Men come and go here, and there are so many women they won’t notice one more,” Peshkov answers.
Wait, men come and go. Am I at some kind of brothel or gentleman’s club?
A sign of hope rushes through me. Maybe someone will find me, and I can talk them into letting me go. Once he’s gone, I will get free and call Mac.
My mind starts racing with so many thoughts. Have they even noticed I’m gone? Are they looking for me? Violet has to know I’m gone. Shit, how long have I been gone?
The woman’s voice snaps me from my thoughts.
“Okay, moya lyubov, I will take care of her for you.”
“I want you to start training her as well. She’s going to be hard to break.” Peshkov chuckles.
Oh my God. Train me?
I try to move again, and this time, I get their attention because suddenly, I’m yanked up forcefully.
“You will behave for Mistress Alina, and when I return, we will go home,” Peshkov says in an endearing voice—like I’m his fucking wife or something.
Shit . My mind goes crazy again. This is a whorehouse, gentleman’s club, whatever the fuck you want to call it, but men come here and pay to have sex with women.
I squirm in his arms until he grips me hard, immobilizing me, and I’m injected again.
Motherfucker!
This time, before I lose consciousness, I hear him tell Mistress Alina, “I will return as soon as I can.”
Water splashing my face jolts me awake. When the next round hits me, I start to thrash around, but my arms are pinned above me, cuffed to something. Shaking my head as water descends on my face, another bucket of water splashes onto me.
“Stop! Please!” I shout.
I shake my head again, trying to open my eyes, realizing I don’t have a blindfold. The light is blinding, so I lower my head between my arms and try to wipe my eyes.
I’m in a bathtub, but there’s a rod running above me, which my hands are cuffed to. I’m completely naked otherwise.
“Aw, myshka . You can’t get away. Stop trying.” A sinister voice echoes throughout the bathroom.
When I peer out from between my arms, I see a beautiful older woman sitting across the room with a cigarette hanging from her lips.
When I don’t say anything, she chuckles. “You are my little mouse. I get to play with you all I want. So, be a good little mouse and do as I say. Okay?” Her Russian accent is thick.
Russians and their fucking nicknames.
She may be beautiful on the outside, but only evil spills from her lips when she speaks.
Another bucket’s tossed over my head from behind, and I scream, “Shit!”
“ Myshka , you need to get cleaned,” Mistress Alina continues.
I try to look behind me, but no one is there. How the fuck…
Mistress must know what I’m thinking because she says, “I have lots of little mice running around here.”
I attempt to speak, but only a squeak comes out. My mouth is dry, and I suddenly realize I haven’t had anything to drink or eat in days. I clear my throat. “What day is it? Where am I?”
Mistress gets up, grabs a glass of water, and motions for me to drink. Once I finish the glass, I’m about to say something when she backhands me across the face. “You will only speak to me when spoken to. Do you understand, myshka ?”
Rage erupts inside me as I straighten my head, glaring at her, and reply, “I’m not your fucking little mouse.”
Slap!
I take the slap, stare at her in the eye, and smile.
Mistress nods to someone behind me, and I don’t even try to look because I know what’s going to happen. They’re going to drug me. So, I keep my death stare on her, not backing down.
Just as I thought, a man comes from behind me, grabbing my arm and injecting me.
I don’t look at him. I keep my eyes on her as long as I can.
She will not break me.
“I will break you.” She answers my non-spoken thought.
Fuck you!