21 | The Information Raydene
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.
Mistress whispers to someone and then moves to stand next to me as our guest is escorted in.
When I look up, I see it’s Viktoriya, followed by two enormous men.
Mistress greets her, “Aw, printsessa, thank you for coming.”
Printsessa? Peshkov called her that too. She must be a Russian princess or something.
Viktoriya gives Mistress a welcoming nod but keeps her eyes on me.
“So, she asked for me?” Viktoriya announces to the room, looking straight at me.
I try to keep my head high to keep eye contact with her.
Mistress stutters, sounding nervous, “Yes, she’s been asking for you.”
Viktoriya stops right in front of me.
She’s beautiful, but her eyes are pure evil. You can feel the power radiate off of her.
Viktoriya gives me a nod. “What do you want, suka ?”
“How is Dexter?” I spit out.
Viktoriya throws her head back with an evil laugh.
“You called me here to ask how your boyfriend is?” Viktoriya’s face goes from laughing to deadly. “He was a good fuck. Is that what you want to hear?”
Was?
Viktoriya circles me, eyeing me up and down. “You don’t look so good. You being hard to deal with, yeah?”
Mistress begins to speak, but Viktoriya snaps her finger, silencing her. Mistress shuts her mouth and steps back, bowing her head.
Fuck.
“What do you really want with me?” Viktoriya asks once she’s back in front of me.
“Is Dexter dead?” I whisper.
Instantly, she answers, “Yes.”
No. Oh God. Please.
I close my eyes briefly so I can try to control myself.
She continues, “He was a rat and the reason why you and his sisters were found. He was the link to the FBI. I just found all this out.” Her thick Russian accent cuts through the air. “So, what to do with you?”
She moves close to my face so we’re inches apart. “Are you a rat?”
Oh God. Please.
I shake my head, not trusting my voice.
She stares at me a beat before saying, “I believe you. He was a piece of shit. Bad boyfriend. Yeah?”
I nod.
Viktoriya nods, steps back, still eyeing me, and asks, “So, again. What do you want with me?”
My mind races, and before I can think, I blurt out, “Dominic is dead.”
Viktoriya’s eyes widen, and her face becomes enraged.
“What did you say?” Viktoriya asks through gritted teeth.
Oh God. What have I done?
Viktoriya moves within inches of me again. I can feel her breath on me when she growls, “What. Did. You. Just. Say?”
Scared for my life, I start to explain, “Your brother kidnapped Izzy to get back at Dominic. Your brother—”
Viktoriya cuts me off, “My brother—Kirill?”
I nod.
She motions with her hand for me to continue.
“Your brother brought Dominic there to show him. They got into a fight, and your brother killed—”
Viktoriya slaps me before I can finish, and she starts yelling in Russian. She moves away from me, throwing her hands in the air and talking to the two men in Russian.
God. Please don’t let her kill me. Please.
Viktoriya’s back is to me, and once she’s done giving instructions, the men leave the room. Viktoriya places her hands on her slender hips, tilting her head back to look up at the ceiling. She takes a couple of deep breaths, trying to compose herself before she turns back to me.
She takes a step, lifting her finger and pointing it at me. “Think very hard before you answer me, and this better be the truth, or I will slit your throat right here and now.”
I take a deep breath and nod.
“Are you sure it was my brother who killed my cousin?” I’m about to speak, but she holds her hand up. “And. How do you know this information? You were not there.”
When she lowers her hand and gives me a nod to speak, I clear my throat.
“I was around during that time DJing with the girls. Izzy finally told everyone what happened during the time she was taken.”
Viktoriya moves in close again. “So, you are saying Isabella Rogers saw the whole thing, and it was my brother, Kirill, who killed my cousin, Dominic?”
I nod. “Yes.”
Viktoriya stands there for a beat, watching me, waiting for a sign that I’m lying. When I don’t flinch, she moves away with speed.
Snapping her fingers at Mistress, she orders, “Do not touch her. Do not give her any more drugs. I’ll be back.”
Mistress steps forward. “Of course, printsessa .”
Viktoriya turns to face Mistress. “Do not say a word to anyone. Not even Peshkov or I will end you all. Do you understand?”
Mistress bows. “Yes, printsessa . You have my word.”
Viktoriya turns to me, pointing her perfectly manicured finger again. “ Suka , you better be telling me the truth, or it will be the end of you too.”
And then she rushes out of the room.
Once she’s gone, everyone takes a deep breath.
Mistress starts to pace the room, speaking to herself in Russian.
No one says a word as we watch Mistress pace around.
When she finally stops, she turns to me. “ Myshka, you better pray what you said is the truth. I will kill you myself. I don’t need this shit.”
I don’t say anything because I’m already praying I didn’t make things worse for me or Izzy.
Please, God. Please help me