The Devil's Handshake by Michael Reagan Page B

guilty.
    “ S-i-r…I b-e-g d-o-n-’t” she
said breathlessly once he removed the gag and then gulping as she
said the words.
    “ Please don’t send me back
to Oleg Mälikgulyýewiç,” she added, tears arriving in full flow
like a waterfall down her face.
    “ Thomas,” he whispered to
calm her. “Call me Thomas,” he repeated this time taking a tear and
brushing it away from her face and stroking her cheek
softly.
    Still breathing heavily and thus continuing
to provide Thomas with the absolutely wonderful sight of her
breasts while trying to cross her legs because she was still naked.
She closed her eyes and then nodded.
    “ Thom…as,” she said
slowly.

Nara’s mind was in turmoil.
    Earlier, she had been absolutely terrified
when Yuri had dragged her out of the club and back to her little
flat. She thought despite what happened in the club with that
strange Oligarch buying her, he was still going to kill her. Only
that didn’t happen; instead he asked her where her papers and
passport were.
    “ I don’t have one, Yuri,”
she had replied and earnt a hard slap across her face in
response.
    “ Don’t lie to me ganjyk. I
know you do. We own this fucking country, everybody knows Oleg’s
Mälikgulyýewiç girls!” he had said with evil intent.
    Shaking with fear knowing now that even after
paying one thousand U.S. dollars for her documents that it appeared
that Oleg had known all along about her intentions to escape to
Dubai, she did as she was told and gave them to him.
    Ordering her to strip, fearing the worst she
had initially refused, but when he pulled out his famous knife she
wet herself for the first time since the terrible night she had
been raped by Oleg as a child.
    “ N-O!” she had repeatedly
screamed in Russian as he ripped at the material of her
outfit.
    “ Don’t worry ganjy, you’re
not the Boss’s property anymore. So stop pissing! And fucking turn
around,” he had ordered whilst laughing. “I am not that fucking
stupid!” he had added before he tossed and turned her around and
bound her wrists behind her back with the flexi cuffs that he had
pulled out of his pocket as he had known all about the rumors of
what had happened those that had crossed the English Oligarch in
past. A death sentence if he touched something that wasn’t his was
most definitely not on his agenda.
    Having gagged and blindfolded her, Yuri then
pushed her on to bed so he could put a set of flexi cuffs on her
ankles thus binding them together to stop her from trying to run
away.
    Finishing off his interpretation of “suitably
delivered,” he tore off all off her remaining clothes so to leave
her naked with tears rolling down her face from the shame.
    Then with a rough pull of her arm he lifted
her limp body up and placed her over his shoulder, then promptly
walked out of the little apartment along the corridor and down the
stairs as her scared neighbors quickly closed their doors before he
reached them, out through the apartment’s entrance until he reached
the black Mercedes S500 waiting outside.
    Shoving her roughly in front of him first, he
got in by the side of her. Once the door was closed they sped off
towards the Sheraton.
    As they made their way through the city, with
her head pulled into Yuri groin forcing the terrified Nara to smell
not just his strong perfume, but also the foul smell from his
private parts in the process, she willed herself to ignore the
groping of her breasts. She shut her eyes despite them already been
covered.
    “ Allah. Am I going to die?”
she asked but didn’t receive an answer.
    Finally, the car stopped. As he got out of
car Nara heard the voice she had heard earlier.
    “ Yuri, for the love of god!
Give the poor girl some respect!” the voice said as she felt a hand
grasp her arm and drag her out of the car.
    “ Your boss said suitably
prepared, so fuck off!” Yuri responded with venom.
    “ Here’s the Jelep’s papers,”
he said as she felt Yuri roughly hand her