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But it thrills me. I crave this feeling.
Every minute stretches into a maddening length of time. Peeking around the tree trunk, I check if he’s moved on.
“Found you.”
Rough fingers wrap into my hair and yank me backward. I scream as my back hits the dirt, and my arms flail above my head to bat away my attacker. My heels dig into the earth and one of my shoes slips off. Sticks and rocks cut into my feet through my stockings.
“LET ME GO!”
At last, he releases my hair, and my head drops to the ground with a thud. The gnarled branches above spin in my vision, and it takes a few blinks to gain my bearings.
A pressure comes down on my hips, and Alek’s face swims into view. He’s straddling me, twirling his switchblade in his hands with an unhinged look on his face.
“I will never let you go, malishka.”
His knife slides under the buttons of my blazer, sawing each one off until it falls open for him. He brings the blade to my sternum and rips the front of my shirt, revealing my bra to him. My nipples peak beneath the thin lace, and Alek grins. He cups my breast and lifts it out of the fabric to expose me, followed by the other.
My chest is rising up and down with shallow breaths. My heart is beating so hard I’m certain he can see it hammering against my ribcage.
With his feral gaze glued to my left breast, he pinches my nipple and twists, making me buck my hips.
“Mmm, do that again,” he whispers, grinding his hardness between my thighs. My skirt is hitched above my waist, and when the fabric of his pants brushes against my thin underwear, I gasp. I’m lying in the dirt, vulnerable and exposed, and the rawness of this primal moment has me mewling and needy.
With his free hand, he traps my wrists above my head. I struggle, but I’m no match for his strength.
“Five cuts,” he says, teasing me with another thrust. “One for each question you got wrong.”
“Wait… what?”
He presses the knife to the soft skin at the top of my left breast, and as he does, blood beads beneath it. I’m too petrified to breathe under the sharp point.
“The six trigonometric functions are sine, cosine, tangent, cotangent, secant, and cosecant, which represent the sides of right triangles.”
He draws the knife across my breast, leaving a half-inch cut in my flesh.
I scream.
It echoes through the empty orchard, making Alek rake his lips between his teeth. “That’s right—scream for me. No one is here to save you.”
His gaze turns molten, and I can’t tell if he’s in control or completely deranged.
Either way, God help me.
My blood stains his silver blade, which he brings below my left breast. Close to my heart.
“The three fundamental economic questions are: What to produce, how to produce, and for whom to produce.”
He digs the knife into my skin and makes another half-inch cut beneath the underwire of my bra. Drops of blood trail down the side of my torso toward the ground.
Violent shakes grip my body as I lie here, unable to fight.
“The top three agricultural exports of Andarusia are wheat, wood, and wine. In that order.” Alek brings the knife to a spot beside my belly button and slices. I cry out once again, tears streaming down my face.
“Alek, please—“
He moves his finger to my lips, quieting me with a shushing sound. “Fyodor Dostoyevsky is the author of Crime and Punishment, not Leo Tolstoy.”
He reaches up to press the blade against my forearm, dragging it down to make a similar cut to the others. By now the tears are flowing freely, and they won’t let up.
