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Nazyr
I take my face away from her neck and get a good look at her. Mona’s skin is flushed, and sweat beads at her hairline. It’s obvious she’s afraid, and if I were in her position, I’d probably be scared as well. I’d likely be wondering what in the fuck was going to happen to me and if the man before me was worse than the one I’m currently stuck with.
The fact she speaks fluent Russian is a welcome surprise. We’ve been speaking quietly in Russian for the last few minutes, so I continue with that trend. I can tell she doesn’t believe me by her body language. She’s scared, and rightfully so. I keep putting myself in her position, knowing all too well that this must be frightening.
“I mean what I’m saying to you. I’m not going to harm you in any way, Mona.”
She lightly scoffs and looks right into my eyes. “You might not, but he will if you leave me here. He’s either going to kill me or take me to an auction and sell me off to the highest bidder.”
The fact of the matter is she isn’t wrong. Men like Duarte do things like this, or they do worse. I’ve heard stories of men who have had women like Mona for years, and when they finally grow bored with them, they do the foulest things to them. They keep the women chained up, only giving them enough food to keep them alive, and rape them constantly, even allowing their friends to take part. Eventually, the women end up dying, and then they discard them.
Still, Duarte has been speaking about this woman like she’s important to him, even though he’s offered her to me. I can’t make sense of why he’s getting “rid” of Mona, but I think it could be as simple as he’s bored and wants someone new. This scheme would kill two birds with one stone. I have my own assumptions, but I want to know what Mona thinks about it.
“Why is he throwing you away like you’re trash?”
“I have no idea. As far as I knew, he planned on keeping me for a while. He’s never let anyone touch me. They can look, sure, but he said you could touch me… so everything is changing now.”
“How long have you been here?” I’m processing everything Mona’s telling me. I really believe what she’s saying—he would never let another man touch her—so what’s the difference with me? Is it because I’m an Umarova and have something he needs? It could be, but I’m not too certain.
“Three years,” Mona answers, glancing down at the floor.
I get closer to her and pretend like I’m fumbling with my pants. I bring the skirt of her dress up and arch her leg, beginning some fake thrusts. We know we’re being watched, so I can at least make it look like I’m testing her out.
The fact of the matter is Mona isn’t my problem, but can I live with myself if I leave her here, knowing what her fate will likely be? The answer is no, I can’t.
I can’t live with knowing I could’ve made a difference in this beautiful woman’s life… and Duarte was right on the money with what I enjoy. Mona is exactly my type. She’s the exact opposite of a typical Chechen woman, and that’s always the type of girl my mother tried to set me up with growing up. But I never wanted a typical woman. I wanted someone who looked different. I wanted someone who piqued my interest. So I’d take the women out who my mother would set me up with, but nothing serious ever came from it.
I can’t leave her here. As much as her life isn’t my problem, I can’t leave her here and let it amount to nothing. There’s something in her eyes that makes me want to take her out of here and keep her safe. I can’t put my finger on it, but I have to at least try.
“I’m not going to leave you here with him. I’m going to take you home with me.” I’ll make sure this is a stipulation of the deal with Duarte, but I know he wanted that anyway. He wanted me to take some money off the order, and I might take ten thousand off, but that’ll be it. Any more than that, and Ruslan will tear me a new asshole.
I expect Mona to be relieved, but I don’t sense any relief coming from her. Instead, I only see more worries. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy,” I explain, waiting for some sort of response from her. I need to know where her head’s at right now.
“Please don’t think I’m not grateful. I am. I’m grateful for the opportunity you’re giving me and the promises you’ve already made to me… but my daughters.” Mona’s eyes begin to fill with tears, but she keeps them from falling down her pale cheeks.
Daughters? They have to be Duarte’s, but I don’t have the luxury of assuming anything.
“Tell me about them.”
“Vanina and Ira. Their father is Duarte. I know I won’t be able to take them with me because they’re his too…”
Duarte probably won’t even acknowledge the fact they’re Mona’s daughters. In his mind, Mona was his property, so the little girls were his property too.
“I don’t want to leave without them, Nazyr. They are my children too.”
“Taking them with us isn’t possible. I understand you’re their mother. I understand you want your children with you, but this isn’t something we’ll be able to do today. When we get them, it will have to be methodical, something planned out and executed well,” I state, realizing what I’ve done as soon as the words pass my lips. I’ve essentially promised Mona that I’ll get her children… and I am not the type of man who breaks his promises.
“So, you’re saying we can get them back one day, as long as something is planned out?”
I inhale slowly through my nose. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“I didn’t expect you to say something like that. I thought you’d want me to leave them here… to forget about them.”
“I’d never expect you to forget about your own children. I have brothers who have children, and I would never expect their mothers to leave them behind.” I keep up with the thrusting and make it look like I’ve been fucking Mona this entire time. I’m certain we’re fooling whoever is watching the cameras.
As soon as I get home, I’m going to have to speak to Ruslan about this. I don’t want to let Mona down because I have just made a promise to her, though I’m not blind to the fact there’s a possibility I might end up inadvertently doing it. I just have to hope Ruslan will support me in getting her children back. I don’t know much about how she came to be with Duarte, but I’ll get the important details later. The only thing I need to focus on right now is making sure that she gets out of here alive.
Mona and I are quiet, pretending to kiss, and I bury my face against her neck again. I keep this up for a few more minutes before I come to a halt, making it look like I found my release. I fumble with my pants and make sure I’m all zipped up, proud of myself that I didn’t manage to get a hard-on in the process. I allow Mona’s dress to drop so the skirt covers her legs once more and look right into her vibrant jade eyes. “We need to change back to English,” I tell her, and she nods.
