Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Alyona
Sharp pain clenches my stomach muscles as I abruptly end the call with Rodion. Glancing up, I see the final boarding announcement flickering across the overhead screen. My heart races, and the uneasy sensation in my chest intensifies when my phone buzzes in my hand.
With a deep breath, I answer, my voice steady despite the trepidation coursing through my veins. “Diana?”
“I’ve done everything you asked. Locker number, six zero one. Code, four, three, six. Just remember, this conversation never happened.” Her tone is firm, underlined with a hint of urgency.
“Of course,” I reply, keeping my voice calm.
“Alyona, please, whatever you’re planning, just be careful.”
“I will. I promise.” I end the call and power down the phone, quickly locate the locker and slip the phone inside, and take out the new passport. I can’t risk the twins tracking my phone or movements. Diana booked the flight under the new name and I once again owe her more than I can ever repay.
Taking a moment to inhale deeply, I focus on the mission ahead of me as I sprint toward my gate number, my heart pounding louder with each step. It’s finally time for Yuri to pay for everything he’s done.
No more planning.
No more waiting.
No more excuses.
This is it.
***
Yuri may very well be a good businessman, but he’s a pathetic cunt in his personal life, and he is predictable.
Due to his dick being a small, flaccid maggot that doesn’t function, he keeps a regular lineup of sex slaves to entertain himself with and a male to do the deed in his stead.
It wasn’t hard to replace the girl he had for tonight as he keeps a collection of them in his basement dungeon, the disgusting pig.
He wouldn’t know one from the other, so offering tonight’s girl a reprieve was enough of a reward to get her to wait hidden, while I took the punishment for her.
The man he uses as a fuck horse is a piece of shit that has no qualms forcing Yuri’s form of sickness on the girls, according to the girl I’ve replaced.
He’ll die for that sin.
Straightening my wig that Diana left me, along with the rest of my outfit in the brush just off the property line, I keep my head bowed, navigating through the halls of the Vasiliev mansion.
I walk straight past the security on the ground floor because they’re used to seeing women coming and going up this staircase, and they don’t even blink in my direction.
Why would they think I pose a threat? After all, I’m just a woman.
Ha. Yuri’s sexist, pig-headedness will be his downfall. It’s poetic.
The dark blue decor hasn’t changed over the years and evokes memories of my childhood.
I spent countless hours running around here with Viktor, familiarizing myself with every corner while playing hide and seek and, more importantly, the locations of all the cameras.
Slipping onto the property with one of the maid’s food deliveries was easier than it should have been.
The idea came to me when we mentioned how Alexey used the strategy with Betty to track the twins.
I slipped straight inside and out of sight until it was time.
As I step into Yuri's office, I deliberately ignore the unsettling grin of the brute lurking by the door. His imposing stature and the way he stands with his giant horse cock on display, dangling between his thighs is designed to create an atmosphere of intimidation, and it works, making my heart race, but I maintain my composure. Coming to a stop, while ensuring my face remains dipped from Yuri’s scrutinizing gaze, I wait.
“Why are you wearing clothes?” Yuri grunts, sitting at his cluttered desk, surrounded by half-empty whiskey bottles and papers scattered haphazardly.
His tone is laced with irritation as he leans back in his chair, which creaks under his weight.
“I specifically said to wear heels and nothing else. You stupid bitches can’t even follow simple directions. ”
I feel a chill run down my spine as I hear his groan and the chair strain beneath him as he rises and strides toward me with an unsettling confidence.
An acid knot forms in my stomach, threatening to rise.
I’ve been on edge all damn day, every instinct screaming at me to turn back.
Coming here was a monumental risk since infiltrating the Vasiliev mansion is a near certain death sentence.
But I’ve had one of those hanging around my neck like a noose for too long because of this man.
For my baby girl, for my madmen, I need to rid the earth of this piece of garbage once and for all.
I need to be free.
We need to be free.
Strong fingers grasp my shoulders, and I count in my mind like Z does to keep my poise. One Mississippi…two Mississippi…
Grasping my shirt, Yuri rips it down the middle, exposing my bare stomach and tits.
I hate that I can smell him and that he’s this fucking close to my skin. He smells like stale cigars, whiskey, and week-old sweat. I mentally have to stop myself from shuddering.
The girl warned me not to go in with my clothes on, but I thought it would be a distraction and give me a buffer once in the room to take note of everything and ensure the big-dicked asshole didn’t get a chance to put that King Kong cock anywhere near me.
“I like them with fat tits,” Yuri rumbles, squeezing my nipple and making me bite down on my tongue so I don’t cry out.
He’s a spiteful prick. “Looks like this one's been played with a lot. She has a pain threshold I’m going to enjoy breaking through.” He gestures to the big dick guy.
“Get her clothes off while I get my tools.” Then, Yuri turns his back on me and walks toward a cupboard across the room.
There’s a piece of equipment placed in front of Yuri’s desk that looks like a gymnast’s pommel horse, but this one has a flat surface, and rings hammered into each leg.
“Mmmm, I love violence and sex, don’t you?
” Donkey Dick tells me as he holds up his fisted hands and grins.
“I’m going to bend you over that and cuff you so you can’t escape when Yuri starts stuffing your cunt and asshole with anything and everything.
” He chuckles darkly. “I’m going to fuck your filthy cunt with my whole arm, fill your mouth with my fist and play you like an accordion. ”
What a charmer.
He grasps onto my neck with a meaty palm and licks up my cheek.
He chuffs when I don’t react and rips what’s left of my shirt from my body.
“Then,” Donkey Dick continues, “when you’re bleeding from every orifice, no one will hear your cries because the walls are soundproof, but we will hear them.
I’ll then fill your pretty mouth up with my big cock until you choke and drown to death on my cum. ”
Splitting open the buttons on my shorts, he drops to his knees to yank them down my legs.
These animals are accustomed to meek, fragile women who have been reduced to nothing more than compliant slaves, so he feels no hesitation in putting himself in such a vulnerable position.
That will be his second mistake. His first one was opening that stupid mouth of his.
A smile curves my lips when his eyes narrow at my panties, or more at the image on them. A one finger salute. When I saw them, I knew I had to own them for this exact moment. Turns out, the panty store made my bodyguard, Jason, uncomfortable, so as soon as I paid, I bolted out the back door.
Yuri is busy laying out torture equipment on his desk and holding the phone to his ear to pay us any attention. Yuri barks at someone on the line to send Darya up here and my heart flitters. Did he really say Darya?
My Darya?
Donkey Dick looks up at me with an incredulous sneer. I mouth, “Shhhh,” and flash my teeth, flicking the rose lid from my ring and dragging the small blade along the fucker’s throat. It’s quick, too quick for him, but I need to take him out as fast as possible so I can focus on my real target.
Blood gushes from the asshole's throat, splashing and tapping against his chest like rain against a windowpane. Yuri hears the gurgling noise and turns abruptly, his beady eyes widening in alarm. A smirk creeps across my face as I lean closer, taunting the dying man, “I thought you liked violence?”
“You little bitch, what did you do?” Yuri fumes.
“Oh really?” I roll my eyes. “Is that all you have for me?”
I waste no time stepping out of my heels and launching them at him. One pings off his chest the other off of his forehead, cutting his papery skin open and seeping a blood path down the side of his cheek. “You cunt!” he bellows. “I’ll cut you into a million pieces and feed you to the other whores.”
He’ll never get that chance.
“You still don’t know who I am, do you?” I laugh bitterly, tearing the wig from my head and dropping it to the carpet, my blonde hair spilling free. I don’t bother removing my brown contact lenses because this ass probably wouldn’t even remember my eyes were blue.
“Alyona Voskoboynikov. One million. Torture. Rape. Kill,” I spit each word, reciting the bounty he put on me in The Games.
Recognition flickers across his face, only to be quickly replaced by an arrogant and patronizing sneer. “It was too much, especially considering someone would have done it for free if only you didn’t use your cunt to ensnare those stupid, fucking abomination twins to get you out.”
“It’s okay for you to get Viktor out, for you to break the rules, but not for them?”
Anger turns his face bright red. He doesn’t like my knowledge of that fact.
“Are they here with you?” he asks, darting his eyes to the door behind me, apprehension tightening his old frame.
“I don’t need them to save me this time,” I punch out every word.