Chapter 6

The heavy-set man with the dyed-blond hair her father had paid the large sum of money to unlocked the door and pushed Nadia inside the building, just as a guard came to see what all the noise was about.

“Hello, boss. I thought it would be you. Back with the new merchandise?” the thug asked as he leered at Nadia.

Kalinsky ignored the man’s question. “Everything all right here, Ivan?”

“Yes. No problems. She is still here.”

“Good. Take this one upstairs.” The boss shoved Nadia toward the guard, nodding in the direction of an elevator with his chin. “Back where she is. I’ll be there soon.”

Ivan grabbed Nadia’s arm, squeezing it really hard. “You come with me. I don’t want no trouble.” He shoved Nadia into a spacious lift, then pushed a button with his free hand. Nadia glanced into the mirror that formed the back wall of the cubicle, and she saw a pale, frightened face looking back at her. The elevator rumbled to a stop. The guard tugged her out and along a long corridor at the end of which was another door. “Okay, honey. This is where I want you to stay put. For the boss. And no funny stuff,” Ivan said as he manhandled her into a spacious room, flicking the lights on and closing the door behind her.

Nadia rubbed her arm where the guard had gripped her and looked around in the dimly lit, sparsely furnished room: there was just one chair and a big iron-framed king-size bed with a small table beside it, on which was the only lamp that illuminated the entire space. She blinked several times as she saw that the silk sheet on the bed was all rumpled and there seemed to be someone underneath. Unsure of what to do, and very frightened, she stepped closer, saying, in barely a whisper, “Hello. Hello?”

The teenager saw that the person sleeping under the sheet was a woman, perhaps a little older than she, very beautiful, with her disheveled blonde hair spread across the pillow and long slender legs and arms protruding from under the cover. To her horror, Nadia then noticed that the blonde’s left wrist was handcuffed to one of the metal posts at the back of the bed and her face was all bruised. “Oh no,” she said to herself. “Oh my God, no!”

A sense of panic overcame her. Nadia slumped down on the chair and rested her face in her hands. She needed to take stock of her situation, figure out what she should do. Should she just tell that man Kalinsky that he could keep all the money her father had given him, but that he should let her go home? That would be a really good deal for the creep. He wouldn’t have to place her in a job, or do anything for the money. Her parents would have lost all their savings, but at least she would be free. But this was just too scary, not at all what she--or, she was sure, for that matter, her parents--had expected, and she had a bad feeling that it would not end well. Yes, definitely when Kalinsky came back, she would suggest this to him.

And then the door opened, and in walked the man himself, dressed in a comfortable jogging suit and thongs. He came straight over to where Nadia was sitting and, grabbing her under the chin, roughly pulled her to her feet, even as with his other hand he pulled a pistol out from somewhere in his attire and, pointing it at her temple, said with a smile, “Okay, my pretty one. It is now time for you to perform.”

Kalinsky stepped back as Nadia started to cry, “Please, please, just let me go home. Please!”

The brute bashed her in the chest with the pistol. “Stop that whimpering, you stupid bitch. And take your fucking clothes off. I want you naked. You should consider yourself lucky that I did not send you off with the others. We will just have a little fun here, you and me. The two of us--” Then waving the pistol and looking over at the stirring blonde, he added, “No, the three of us,” before he let out a Mephistophelean laugh.

When Nadia, who was in complete shock, remained motionless, he grabbed her by the front of her blouse and, twisting it, ripped it off her. Dropping the pistol, he pulled her against his fat body and undid her bra, throwing it on the floor, then shoved her against the wall. “Take the rest off yourself, bitch, or you will regret it.”

Trying hard to stop crying, she was terrified that this monster would kill her or hurt her even more if she did not obey. So Nadia slowly started to unbutton her skirt. She stepped out of it, as the monster yanked the sheet off the blonde girl in the bed. Nadia saw that her beautiful body was naked with several bruises and whip marks defacing it.

“Panties off.”

Nadia heard Kalinsky’s voice as if from very far away, and knew she had no choice but to do as she was told.

“Very good--” He picked the pistol up, as he looked her over. “--very nice, indeed.” Then prodding the blonde in the crotch with the gun, the creep commanded, “You, you wake up.” The semi-conscious woman uttered a groan and a whimper. Kalinsky pulled back and waved the piece at Nadia, saying, “Okay, now my dear, I want you to make love to this gorgeous wench. You know, with your tongue--down there.” He made a slurping noise with his tongue and lips as he grabbed Nadia’s hair and pushed her face between the blonde’s legs. Pistol-whipping Nadia on the buttocks, he ordered, “Lick, yes, baby, lick inside there.” And again, that Mephistophelian laugh.

Kalinsky stepped back, put the gun on the chair, then got undressed and fondled himself as he watched the teenager struggle with herself to do his bidding. When he was fully hard, he grabbed Nadia by the hair once more and shoved her aside, as he mounted the fettered blonde and had sex with her.

All Nadia could think of, was that she had to get away from here. She was beyond crying, disgusted, drained, and terrified as she slowly started to move toward her clothes, and yes, there was the gun. Could she dare? But Kalinsky was already spent and did not like what he saw as he glanced over at her. He quickly got up and grabbed the Russian teenager with his right hand, twisting her arm behind her back and pulling her into his disgusting fat stomach, as he toyed with her breast with his left.

“You sure are a looker, my dear, but you’re totally useless. We will need to teach you a few tricks.” And he laughed as he pushed her down on top of the pile of clothes, pulling his out from under her. “Now get dressed, bitch.” Kalinsky proceeded to put his jogging pants back on, and then watched with arms folded and a leer on his face as Nadia got up to put her torn clothes back on.

“On second thought, don’t. You just stay naked,” the brute said, emitting a dirty little laugh as he looked her up and down one more time and kicked her clothes under the bed. “I like you that way.”

Kalinsky grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the door, opened it, and yelled down the corridor. “Hey, Ivan, where the fuck are you, when I need you?” And as the guard approached, he shouted, “Here, take this slut and put her into the special room. I want her kept over here, separate from the others. And don’t you dare touch her, or I will castrate you myself, Ivan. We will break her in over the next few days.” He pushed Nadia toward the thug and went back in the room, closing the door behind him.

***

Ivan had a firm grip on Nadia’s wrist as they stood outside the door Kalinsky had just slammed shut. Traumatized by what she had just been through, Nadia tried to use her other hand to hide her private parts.

Ivan must have realized that she was close to a breakdown, so he let go of her. “Come on, now, the boss can be a little rough sometimes. But you’ll be all right. Anyways, what’s your name?”

Of course, this just made it all that much worse, and the tears came. Nadia’s knees started to buckle under her, so Ivan grabbed her under the arms and started leading her down the corridor.

“Come on now, sweetheart. We can’t just stay here. I gotta get you into that room, like the boss said, and then go downstairs to my post.”

The guard slowly led Nadia along the hall and stopped outside two doors, one on either side. He took some keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door on the left, switching a light on. “Now, don’t worry, you’ll be all right in here.”

But when Nadia finally blinked her eyes clear of the tears, she recoiled in horror at what she saw. A low cage in the far corner. A bloodstained table in the center of the room, and various whips and chains and other implements of torture hanging from the ceiling and the walls.

“Please, please--don’t hurt me,” was all she could say.

“It’s okay. You’ll be fine in here. Come on, I gotta put you in this--” Ivan said, guiding her toward the cage. He pushed her inside, closing the bars shut and then securing the lock, as Nadia collapsed on the floor, and involuntarily folded her body into the fetal position. Through her tears she could see that the man called Ivan stood there for a while, shaking his head, watching her tremble and listening to the strange sounds she was emitting, punctuated by her sobs.

She did hear him murmur to himself, as if very far away, “Poor girl. Gosh, the same age as my sister. Tamara. Horrible.” And then, as he turned off the light and shut the door, “ Oh well...”