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CHAPTER 1 — FEYRA SMINORV

When I wake up, I find myself trapped in a filthy basement full of rats and cockroaches, with my feces and urine. I don't know how many days have passed, my stomach hurts with hunger, my mouth is dry from the thirst I feel. The stench of the place makes me sick, and this seems to attract even more rats here, which seem to multiply even more every day.

The guys stopped coming here in the basement due to the stench, the only one who still comes is Luther.

He opens the door, bringing a ridiculous piece of stale bread and two fingers of water. That's all they've been giving me the last few days. I feel like I'm wasting away, but they won't let me die.

— I don't want to — my voice is low, and it almost didn't come out of my throat because my mouth is so dry.

— I think that there is vomit mixed with sh*t and pee, and it is starting to attract larvae, as well as rats and cockroaches, do you still want to stay here? — I don't say anything, I just cry dryly because even my tears have dried — Come, I'll take you to take a shower — He grabs my arm, pulling me and throwing me on top of his shoulders, taking me upstairs.

“I'm not going to give it to you,” I grumble.

— Still, darling. Still — we pass through the kitchen, where the others are. They cover their noses because of the smell that comes from me. I shrink, hunching my shoulders and moving closer to Luther, following him and feeling embarrassed, dirty and disgusting.

— Oh sh*t! What is that stench? — the brunette with shorter hair on the sides than the rest of his hair, the little guy with black hair that falls to the side, his slanted blue eyes trick us into realizing that he is of Arab origin and with a striking face, as if Is he were a model, his skin tone was tanned by the sun, he says, wrinkling his nose.

—What is she doing outside the basement, Luther? Heros won't be happy to hear this! — he has fair skin, low cut, well-aligned and perfect hair, a short beard and grayish blue eyes.

— You can let me deal with him later, Lohan! I can no longer bear to go into that place to bring her something to eat, when none of you want to go, due to the smell and the state of that place, you kids! — he responds, not bothering to say his name in front of me.

— Thank you very much, now she knows my name. And where will he take her, to the same room in which she escaped the last few times? — he crosses his arms.

— And what do you think she will do being stuck here when she knows her name? — he rolls his eyes — I'll leave her locked in the room, she needs a shower, before eating something.

—And why do you f*ck care about her? — the black-haired man asks him again — She will be dead as soon as Heros returns anyway.

I swallow hard, so they've already decided my fate and the brunette next to me was just trying to gain an advantage over me before they threw my body into a ditch? My eyes widen as I look at each of their faces.

—But that doesn't mean we can't play with her a little first... That's her goal, isn't it, brother? — the dark-haired man asks Luther — You knew, I knew your interest in her from the beginning when your eyes fell on her. That's why he volunteered to take the food to her; He's eating it in secret, and he didn't even think about sharing it with us? — he runs his tongue over his lips. — Maybe I can join you in the shower, who knows.

— Don't talk sh*t, Zedekiah! — Luther growls at his brother, grabbing my arm again and taking me out of the kitchen and upstairs, straight to the room very different from the one I was in before.

Was he mad that his brother got it right, or that he wanted the same thing as him?

I am left in the bathroom, in a new room. I look at him without understanding and for what purpose, what is the difference between the one in which I fled?

— It's my room. Take off your clothes, I'll turn on the bathtub. — What? Did he really think I would get naked in front of him? He turns back to me, looking at me when he realizes I haven't moved — Don't think about running away, I locked us both in here. And there's no way you can get into the bathtub with your clothes on. If you don't want to take it off yourself, I'll take it off.

He approaches me with quick steps and, without waiting, rips one of the shirts I received. I'm without bra and panties, my school uniform is no longer available, due to the disorganized state it was in. This blouse was the only piece of clothing I received when I was in the other room. And the shirt was the only thing I wore, too big to cover my body. Now I'm naked in front of him, I put my arms in front of my body, covering myself as much as I can from his eyes.

— The water is good, come in, and I’ll wash you — he undresses, standing naked in front of me without any shame. I move away, touching the door, trying the handle. Locked like he said.

— I'm not going to try anything against you, you're dirty and disgusting. I just want to give you a bath because I can't stand your smell anymore. Now come here and don't make me repeat myself because I won't be any nicer, Feyra — he says my name, with an American accent.

— H-how, did you find out my name? — he laughs.

You've been here for months, do you really think we wouldn't go through your things and find out your identity? Besides, we would have to make an excuse for your family, before posters with your picture are spread around and get us into trouble.

—W-What, do you mean by that?

— Maybe your family thinks you ran away from home with a high school boyfriend.

— My mother would never believe that — Not really.

— Oh! — he laughs — We're criminals, darling, do you really think we wouldn't be able to forge proof of your escape for her? We are the most dangerous in the entire country — you think — And we're not even in Russia anymore, we're in New York.

What the f*ck!

That's why the first time I tried to “escape”, I didn't recognize anything, I thought about being in a different city, but in another country?

— Now that your penny has fallen, and you have nowhere to run and no way to communicate with anyone who doesn't know Russian, don't make me repeat it again — he points to the bathtub. I walk towards it, swallowing the dry cry and entering the water. Luther also enters, sitting behind me and pulling me towards him, I freeze. — Relax, I'm not going to do anything... it's just a shower.

That's not what his body says, with his d*ck getting hard right behind me.

His hands roam my body, exploring every bit of it, when he goes further down, I hold his hand.

— You better let go, Feyra — the other hand on my nipple, twists it, causing me pain. I let go of her hand, letting it go lower and lower, but he doesn't go any further, changing its path to my thighs and going up again. I hold a sigh of relief. —Are you a virgin, Feyra? — I nod with tears rolling down my face for giving in to him so easily — I'll love to be the first to take this away from you, but for now… let's just take a shower.

I'm relieved when he says that, giving me time to get out of their clutches.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm in the middle of his room in a towel, and he's in his closet looking for clothes that fit me. When he comes back, already wearing sweatpants, without a shirt, he hands me a shirt of his that should swallow me up and one of his boxers, but that will definitely be falling around my waist. I first put on the shirt over the towel, before taking it off my body, which goes to the middle of my thighs and then the boxer briefs, which I have to wrap a few times around my waist so that they don't fall down.

— We'll get you some appropriate clothes, but for now, these aren't bad — he says, his gaze assessing me from bottom to top, — Stay here, I'll go down and get something to eat.

He leaves the room and looks around, the tones vary between black and gray, from the bed to the wall, as well as the furniture. I take the opportunity to throw myself onto his bed, which is three times bigger than mine, and I wonder what the point of a person having a bed that huge for just them to sleep on.

I haven't known what it's like to sleep in a comfortable bed for a long time, and I feel so tired and exhausted. Maybe I can get some sleep before he comes back. I snuggle deeper into the bed, lying in the middle of it, on its soft black silk sheets and fluffy pillows.

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