Page 59 of Volatile Waters

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Mental Scars

Valerie clawed at the shirt on my back while I shut my bedroom door. Still perched over my shoulder, she screamed for Kirill, who couldn’t hear her. He was too busy rushing to the nearest store that sold pet supplies. Since we were hidden away in the countryside of the small town, I knew I had plenty of time.

As pain seared my skin, I grabbed the tiny girl and threw her across the room, aiming for the bed. She bounced on the mattress, then onto the floor. Feeling the carpet for only a second, Valerie scrambled to get to her feet and run toward the door.

“No, little pet.”

“Stop calling me that!” she screeched as I expertly wrapped an arm around her waist to hoist her into the air where she was, once again, powerless.

“The less you fight, the better chance of you enjoying yourself.”

“Fuck you!”

Coyly, I explained, “I’m trying to let you, but you are not cooperating.” I tossed her back on the bed, this time holding her down. Clasping her wrists together, I effortlessly held her hands to the mattress above her head. My knee slipped between her legs as I used one hand to lift her summer dress, once again, to see her core. “Open up for me, little flower.”

“Noooooo!”

“If you calm yourself, it won’t hurt so much.”

“Yury! Stop! I tried to help you last night!”

I started unbuckling my pants with my free hand. “This is not about you. It is a lesson for Kirill.”

She cried, “Why? What did he do wrong?”

I pushed down my slacks. “He let you into his heart.”

Even with me partly naked, she stilled underneath me. “But… why punish him for that?”

I sighed. “It is a hazard to his job and health.”

“H-His health?”

Now, I stilled. Twice, she had shown compassion for his well-being. I wasn’t sure if I was jealous or confused about such affection. Maybe both at the time. “You really care for him?”

With determination, she looked me directly in the eyes. “If I stop fighting, will you believe me?”

I think I was already starting to believe her. How could I not? I was presently preparing to rape her, yet she was more concerned about Kirill’s health. Sadly, none of this had the power to stop the lesson I had been taught long ago, one I now had to instill into Kirill’s psyche, so I answered, “Yes.”

Valerie stared at me for a slight moment, then her legs fell open, exposing what she thought I craved. Her arms released the tension against mine. Then she quietly spoke, “I don’t know what love is, but I feel something so strong for him. So strong.”

Suddenly feeling terribly drained myself, I rolled my body off of hers and laid next to her, both of us now facing the ceiling. “It’s not love. He’s a Master. We know how to fuck your mind as well as your pussy.”

She wiped tears from her cheeks. “You don’t sound happy about your profession.”

I gestured to my exposed flaccid penis. “What gave it away?”

“Does that mean,” she pointed to me, “we don’t have to have sex?”

My palm rubbed down my face as I exhaled regret. “No.”

Accepting her fate, she choked on more tears and bravely said, “Okay.”

My head fell to the side so I could see her. “We are conditioned to not fall in love. If we think we are doing so, another must soil her.”

Sniffling, Valerie winced. “Is that why he didn’t want you to come in my mouth?” Her expression showed how hard she was listening to me and trying to understand. It made my chest ache a little, so I didn’t have the courage to lie. I nodded. Swallowing, she nodded also. “And if you ‘soil’ me?”