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I follow him back into the bedroom, and to my surprise, there’s clothing on the bed.Myclothing, a blue shift dress from my closet that I’d rarely worn and a leather belt that goes around the waist, along with a pair of shoes I recognize.
For one brief moment, I’m filled with overwhelming relief that I’ll get to be clothed again–and then it hits me.
I hadn’t brought these clothes with me. Which means he’d gotten them himself.
He’d broken into my apartment.
Somehow that thought, the idea that Mikhail had been in my apartment without me, that he’d touched and gone through my things, feels more violating than anything else he’s done. I whirl towards him, a sudden fire in my eyes, but he’s already watching me with an expression that says he knows what I’m going to say before it even comes out of my mouth.
That feels bad, too. I don’t wantanyoneto know me that well, but especially not him. I swallow hard, holding his gaze, making sure he sees the accusation in my eyes.
“You can be angry at me for going into your apartment,” Mikhail says coolly, “or you can be grateful that you get to wear clothing and leave this house today. Youwillgo with me today, but what happens between now and then, and what happens after we get home, depends on you,kotenok.”
I feel myself trembling lightly. Out of everything he’s done to me so far, drugging me and leaving me in the crate has taken the greatest toll. The idea that I was insensible for two days, completely helpless, makes me feel like dissolving into a screaming, helpless panic. I nod, wordless, and turn back to reach for the clothing on the bed.
“Oh,” Mikhail says, his voice as casual as if he were asking me what I might like for breakfast. “All of the money that you had there? I took it with me as well. So if you were hoping to go back and retrieve it at any point, you can forget about that. There’s nothing there for you now.” He pauses for a single second. “And if you had some thought of going back for your old passport, there’s nothing left in that apartment. It’s all gone. You have no means of escape.”
Something snaps in me at that.All that money.Money thathe’dpaid me for my time, my attention, even my body. I feel a scream bubbling up in my throat, a full-throated shriek of fury, and I claw it back as I whirl, flinging myself at him in a frenzied anger as it makes itself known anyway.
He catches my wrists easily, pulling me up against him. He wraps my arms around his neck, holding my hands captive at the back of it as my weight sinks against him, and as I try to bring my knee up into his balls, he kicks my ankle hard with a booted foot, making me cry out as he blocks my effort.
“See?” He smiles coldly down at me. “I learn fast,kotenok. I knew what you would do. You should try to learn as well. Violence will get you nowhere with me. It will only bring you more pain in the end.”
He spins me around suddenly, my back against him, his arm heavy over my chest as one hand squeezes a small breast. “The only reason you are not going into town naked,kotenok, besides the legality of it, is that I can’t bear the thought of other men seeing you the way I do. Too many men have seen you all but naked already, thinking of their cocks in you, of how they would ravage this sweet, delicate body. But onlyIget that pleasure now.”
His hand tightens on me. “It’s been two days, Natalia, and I haven’t come since I filled you up last. Don’t tempt me too much, or you’ll leave this house full of my cum, with no panties to keep it from dripping down your legs. Would you like that?”
I swallow hard, shaking my head. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d do it, and the thought of walking around with a wet spot on my dress and thighs covered in cum is a humiliation beyond what I think I can bear.
He releases me, pushing me forward and smacking me hard on one side of my ass. “Then get dressed,kotenok. We’ll eat and then go.”
Putting on clothes feels like more of a luxury than it should. I slip on the pair of silky panties he’d left with the dress–of course he’d brought back ones sexier than my usual cotton thongs or boyshorts–and pull the dress over my head, refusing to look at Mikhail as I belt it at the waist and slip my feet into the shoes. For the first time in days, I feel like a whole person again, and I can feel some of my strength returning.
Of course, it doesn’t matter. My plans for escape are useless. Without the money, I have no way of getting out of Moscow. No way of getting the fake passport and ID that I would need. No way of escaping Mikhail, who would find me in a matter of days, if not sooner.
Trying to run now would only mean setting myself up for more pain today, if I failed to get away, or much more later, if I escaped and he found me. I have no doubt that if I made him hunt for me again, even his obsession might not be enough to temper his wrath.
For the first time since I woke up cuffed to the bed, the morning proceeds without Mikhail forcing me to perform anything sexual for him, or without us ending up tangled up in each other anyway. He takes me downstairs to the kitchen and lets me sit at the table while he makes the same breakfast he did before, and we eat in silence, my heart pounding in my chest. It feels like the calm before the storm, like he’s giving me a moment’s respite before something much worse happens.
I have no idea what that might be, so I force the thought out of my head. Speculating about what I don’t know will only make this all so much worse.
When we’re finished, Mikhail takes the plates to the sink, and motions for me to get up. “Don’t think about running,” he cautions me as we reach the front door. “It will be much worse for you if you try to escape,kotenok, I promise you. You don’t want to find out what lengths I can be pushed to, if you insist on continuing to anger me.”
I say nothing as he leads me outside. There’s no point. I’d been planning on doing just that, but it’s a lost cause now. The thought weighs heavily on my shoulders, but as we step out into the sunlight, I feel a moment’s respite.
I’ve been inside for days now, some of them spent caged. The day is perfect, the sky blue and sunny, the warm air brushing over my bare arms and legs, and I have a sudden feeling as if I could cry, a lump welling in my throat as my eyes burn, and it’s all I can do not to burst out into a sob. The sunshine and fresh air feels so good, like an embrace, and I follow Mikhail down the stairs on unsteady feet with his hand wrapped around my wrist, feeling shaky.
This is taking a toll on me.I know it is. I can feel my strength and resolve weakening, not just physically, but mentally too. It feels as if I’m hanging onto it with my fingernails, the blow of knowing my money is no longer reachable another chip away at my morale.
What did he do with it?I wonder as Mikhail leads me to the car, opening the door and waiting for me to get in before locking it as he walks around to his side and then unlocking it again to get in, not giving me even a single moment to try to bolt.Is it in the house somewhere? Did he put it in an account?
Even if it was rolled up in cash in a drawer somewhere in the house, I have no idea how I’d find it. The house is big, it would take a long time to search thoroughly, and I’m never alone. If I am, I’m caged up. Mikhail has been very careful to make sure that I have no opportunity to do anything that he doesn’t see or control.
You’re going to have to stick with the original plan. Bide your time. Keep wearing him down.
I can’t help but take some pleasure in the drive. It feels like much longer than it has been since I’ve been out of the house, and the bright sunshine, the smell of car leather and masculine cologne, the fresh air coming through the vents, all makes me feel alive again. The thought of going back into the house makes my skin crawl, and I can’t help hoping that Mikhail has several errands he needs to do, even if I’m locked in the car for all of them.
“Where are we going?” I ask as we reach the outskirts of the city. “What do you need to get? Groceries?”
