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Ania
This was the most bizarre fucked up, and surreal experience of my life. Adrik Ilyin was kneeling on the bathroom floor, determined to put a tampon inside of me. After our bath, he had me put my foot on it while he peered into my pussy, struggling with the applicator. In the end, he took the tampon out and pushed it in with his fingers.
“How deep should it go?”
he asked, looking up at me.
I cleared my throat before I spoke. “As long as the string is still outside as deep as it can.”
He pushed it further inside of me before he went to wash his hands, leaving me to stare at his towelled rear end. I wasn't sure what to expect when he told me to go into his bedroom and wait for him. Never in a million years had I expected him to have a period fetish. Or perhaps it was any blood. I shivered at the thought of being cut. What scared me was that I wasn't sure if it was fear or desire.
“Go and wash up, but come back to my bedroom,”
he said, looking at me in the reflection in the mirror.
I hesitated for a second at his hot and cold moods before I replied. “Yes, Master.”
When I turned to leave, his eyes were still on me. When I reached the bedroom, I saw several bags and a gift basket. The bags were full of sanitary pads and tampons that looked to be a year's supply, and the gift basket had luxury chocolates, sweets, scented candles, and a pink heating pad. I shook my head before going to brush my teeth and moisturise.
This Bratva Pakhan was complicated. He got an explosive stitched into my head and bought me a period gift basket. I wondered if it was still active in my head. I’d stopped touching the scar, but the thought was always ironically at the back of my head.
***
He was lying in bed on his phone when I returned to his bedroom. When I stood there uncertain of what he wanted me to do, he glanced up, his gaze lingering on my breasts. He pulled the covers back and patted the bed.
“Do you have any underwear? I don't want…umm…to have an accident,”
I said, waving at his bed.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Do you seriously think a little blood is a problem for me?”
Good point, the sick fuck seemed to love it.
I climbed onto the bed but bit my lip when I remembered what we had done here not too long ago. A yawn escaped me, and as I pulled the covers up, I stretched my aching back out before curling into a ball on the edge of the bed. I heard him put the phone down before he switched the lamp off.
A few seconds later, he grabbed me and pulled me back until my back touched his chest and his legs closed in on mine.
“Does it hurt?”
he asked, his voice low and husky.
I wasn't sure what he meant at first.
“Only my lower back,”
I whispered.
When he began to rub my lower back, I thought I might have been transferred into the multi-verse, but the pressure felt so damn good that I gasped and arched my back. He used his palm to push down on my back muscles.
“Thank you, Master. That feels so good,”
I sighed, enjoying the heat and massage.
“Don't get used to it,”
he said gruffly.
And he was back.
***
The room had a nervous energy, but that was all on me. Pyotr stood outside the bedroom, and I knew Master was meeting with Rurik, but all I could do was pace up and down his bedroom. I ran to the window with dread and excitement when I heard the cars. I was never meant to meet Rurik and certainly not like this.
There were two black SUVs. The first one had Rurik, Artyom and Maksim. In the second one, I didn't recognise any of the men. I wanted to bang on the window, but I was too scared to do anything. Adrik Ilyin was unpredictable, and I’d seen him at his worst.
When they vanished inside, I began pacing again. Seven men against Adrik and his gang were not enough. My eyes kept wandering to the clock, and seven minutes later, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, Pyotr stood there.
“He wants you downstairs,”
he said, avoiding my eyes. It wasn’t unusual. He did the same when he stayed with me at the ‘training’ centre.
I’d been given a pair of black leggings, and I wore Master’s white shirt over them. Underwear wasn’t high on Master’s list since there was none. When we reached the office, he knocked on the door before opening it.
I nervously stepped inside, and Rurik stood up. Viktor reached for his gun, and I looked at him in horror. Master sat at his desk, but his eyes were on me as everyone decided to pull their guns out.
“Come in, Bunny,”
he said, his voice devoid of emotion. His eyes were two glacial pools of doom.
I ducked my head and walked to his desk.
“You've seen her. You can leave now,”
Master said calmly, but I winced at the dangerous undertone.
I turned to face Rurik and his men. Artyom had his gun aimed at Viktor. I mean, if anyone had to die today…I shook my head at the thought. I had to try and get these men to stand down.
“I can’t appreciate it enough, Rurik. Thank you for coming and being the brother I never had, but I am fine. I promise you,”
I said with a watery smile.
“Your message—”
he began to say.
“I panicked. I took a bad job, and that's on me for not doing my due diligence. The suspicion was there, and I should have known better,”
I said before glancing at his wedding ring. “Congratulations, I’m glad it all worked out for you.”
He glanced at his ring, and a smile briefly appeared before he glanced around at the men in the room. It swiftly faded.
“I needed to know you were safe,”
he said quietly.
“You are testing my patience, Mr Abrosimov,”
Master said, standing up.
I didn't know how to break the tension or diffuse the situation.
Rurik ignored him and looked at me. “I would be proud to call you Sestra, Ania. If you ever need me, all you need to do is get in touch.” Sister.
I wanted to burst into tears, but instead, I went to him and hugged him. He paused for a second before he hugged me back.
“Thank you, Brat,”
I said before I whispered words only he would hear. “I’m a survivor.” Brother.
I sniffed and pulled away from him, glancing at Artyom and Maksim. They all risked their lives to come here. Rurik was the only one who knew a little about my past. I’d known him since I was seventeen, almost a decade.
“Please go,”
I said to them before I smiled at Rurik to take the harshness out of my words.
He stared at me for a moment before he glanced over my head. I heard Master walk behind me and felt his hand on my stomach before he pulled me back.
“The Krolik is mine,” he said.
“May I have a word with you in private before I leave?”
Rurik asked, and I glared at him.
I was so close to getting him to safety.
Viktor came to frisk him. When he got to his legs, Maksim snickered, which broke some of the tension in the room, especially since I knew he was still getting random messages.
“Pyotr,”
Master said, and I knew my time was up.
I gave Rurik a bright smile before I waved to them as I turned to leave with Pyotr. As soon as we were out of the office, I raced into the hallway and ran up the stairs to the bedroom, needing to see that Rurik and his men had left safely.
It took another eleven minutes, but they all left. A pang of sadness hit me. Master was wrong. There were good people out there—not many, but Rurik Abrosimov was one of them.