Ania

Master gave me his T-shirt and a pair of jogging pants that drowned me but since he didn’t want my bunny tail or breasts out on display for the tattoo artist it had to do.

The man had brought his own padded table but I could feel his nervous energy as he worked on my back.

I didn’t blame him with Master sitting at his desk two feet away from us.

The insistent buzzing noise continued the pain wasn’t bad unless it hit where the whip mark was.

Master insisted on getting it done today against the tattoo artists advice.

Apparently, the entire tattoo was supposed to be done in stages.

I blushed thinking about last night, but I shook it off.

Rurik deserved a happy life with his children and a new start with their mother.

Although I wish he would cancel his meeting with Master.

He had a short temper and a number of men who would take lives without blinking an eyelid.

I glanced at the murderous hands.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Well, his tattoos.

He had the Bratva star on his pointer finger and a black rectangular shape with a cross in the middle.

The next finger had two bones crossed over, and the smallest finger was two triangles with the points facing each other like an hourglass.

It had some kind of symbol over it, but I couldn’t make it out.

I knew the top part of his hand had a five-point star saying ‘death to trash,’ but that was for the police.

Then again, this was Adrik Ilyin.

He probably meant it for all humans—those cruel, harsh, well-manicured fingers.

“Did you need something, bunny?”

Master asked causing me to glance away from his hands. “You’re looking—hungry.”

The truth was the needle in my back, plus looking at those large hands and what they did to me last night, was affecting me.

“How much longer will it take?”

Master asked impatiently tapping his fingers on his desk. The buzz from the gun stopped and the man cleared his throat.

“It shouldn't take any more than another thirty minutes.”

Master nodded, and glanced at me before he focused on his work again. I closed my eyes and tried to drift away from the dark thoughts of my new life as a Bratva slave.

***

Master was inspecting my back while Viktor led the tattoo artist out. As soon as the wooden door closed Master yanked the white T-shirt off my head and pushed the jogging pants down until they slid to the ground. He traced the tattoo on my back. The skin was stinging with a prickly sensation. The man had left Master some aftercare instructions.

“Do you want to know what is on your back, bunny?”

he asked bending me over his desk.

“Yes, Master,”

I said resting my elbows on the desk.

“Adrik’s pain slut,”

he said, stroking my ass. “This is what I want to see when I fuck you, Bunny.”

I couldn't even react to his words because what I thought didn't matter. My vivid nightmare last night left me shaken. It took me a long time to get back to sleep after envisioning Rurik in the evil Doctor’s chair. I shivered, remembering the blood and the sound of the saw.

“Yes, Master,”

I said softly. If the Pakhan wanted complete submission, then that is what he would get.

I thought of the pictures Rurik sent me of his children. They deserved a father who loved them and would protect them at any cost. I dipped my head and discreetly wiped the tears from my eyes.

Master slapped my ass. “Good Bunny. Get my clothes on and hop upstairs, strip and lie on my bed.”

“Literal hopping on the stairs, Master?”

I asked with a frown because that seemed unnecessary.

“No, it was a figure of speech, silly Bunny,”

he said. “I will be up shortly I have a meeting.”

“Yes, Master,”

I said stretching my back out. The tattoo had taken a long time.

There was a knock on the door as I finished putting the clothes back on. It was Viktor again. The man pissed me off to no end. He was every bit as brutal as the Pakhan.

“Viktor, escort bunny to my room. I don't want anyone sniffing around her while we have everyone our meeting,”

Master said but he looked at Viktor a little strangely.

I couldn't put my finger on it and looked at the other brute, but he was as stoic as he always was.

“Da, Pakhan,”

he said before he held the door open as if he were a reformed gentleman.

When I stepped outside, I saw a few men at the far side of the hallway. They stopped talking before looking me up and down. I turned to see if Viktor was coming, but he was speaking to Master. The men had similar tattoos to Viktor; they all had the three-dimensional Bratva stars.

“Come along, Krolik, I don't have all day,”

Viktor said walking past me, leaving me to glare after him.

He had darker hair than Master and black eyes like a fucking demon. He was a big bastard and I ran after him to catch up to him.

“Wait where are we going?”

I asked when he walked away from the staircase.

“Batushka thought you might need a carrot to nibble on while you are in his room,”

he said as he walked toward the kitchen.

I cursed a plague on all his electronic devices before I smiled when I had a better idea. For now, I raided the kitchen. I made a quick sandwich, grabbed some fruit and a couple of bottles of water. He took the bottles of water from me and I was about to complain when I realised he was helping me.

“A crayfish must be whistling on the mountain,”

I muttered to him as we went upstairs.

“Rabbits shouldn't be allowed to talk,”

he said continuing up the stairs.

He couldn't be married or have a partner. He was a miserable bastard. When we reached the Master’s room, he opened the door for me, waiting until I stepped inside to hand me the bottles.

“Do not leave the room. This is for your safety,”

he said narrowing his eyes on me.

I took the water and swung my hip on the door to shut him and his miserable face out.

Fucking Bratva.

After checking my back. I left the food on the ottoman to explore Master’s closet. It was expansive inside, and the man had countless suits and shoes. Everything was pristine. I opened another set of doors and found floor-to-ceiling shelving full of shoes. Who needed that many shoes?

When I reached another door, I knew it was the one because it had so many rabbit outfits, tails, ears and masks. Most of them still had the tags on them. That’s when I saw the chains; there were whips and a square paddle on the shelves. I lifted a weird metal clamp and paled when I realised he’d been taking it easy on me with the smaller clamps. I leaned down to open a drawer full of lingerie holding up the skimpiest thing I’d ever seen.

Someone suddenly kicked me, and I flew across the floor, banging my head on the open door. Before I could get up, someone was on top of me, choking the life out of me. I clawed his face, aiming for his eyes, before I stuck my thumb into his eye socket. He drew his hand back to punch me when Viktor appeared out of nowhere and grabbed him by his neck.

“Krolik, meet Lissa,”

he said with an evil smile.

“The Fox,”

I whispered, staring at the man with only one eye open.

“Díma, you made this far too easy,”

Master said, stepping forward to hold his hand out for me.

“Pakhan, I can explain—”

“Silence!”

Master snapped at him, cutting him off.

I placed my hand in his and he glanced at the lingerie on the floor. “Naughty, Bunny.”

My cheeks flushed as he pulled me up before looking me up and down. “Keep my bed warm. I will see to you when I get back,”

he said with the dark promise in his eyes.

Between the whipped back, tattoo and the recent attack, I was done for the day. I glanced at the man with sandy blonde hair and Viktor. I’d been the bait. They set me up. I followed them out of the closet and watched them leave.

“Get him in the cell and put Sergei on as a guard,”

Master said as the door closed, his voice cold and deadly. I will be there shortly.”

I remembered the disgusting cell and cringed. At least it wasn’t me in there this time.