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Sky sat verystill, feeling iciness flow through her veins. Catarina looked surprised. Fear mixed with hatred within Sky as she realized it really was Yerik Alexandrov, Vlad’s sadistic, murdering father, who had kidnapped her. She licked her lips, her mind whirling with what could happen to her next. Old, familiar dread flowed through her, dark memories of Vlad stalking her, catching her off guard, whispering sickeningly sexual things into her ear, scaring her to death. She sensed Yerik would be even worse. What was she going to do? What did he have in store for her? Sky knew without a doubt he was going to take his revenge for Vlad’s death out on her. No question.
Catarina rose gracefully. “Come, it is time for you to dress, Señorita Sky. Have you taken a lovely, fragrant camellia bath?”
“I took a shower last night,” Sky said, “I don’t want another one.”
“Oh… I see. Well,” and Catarina gestured gracefully to the clothing she’d laid out next to Sky, “Don Tobar expects his women to look their best. Please, I will help you dress. Put make-up upon you. I will comb and brush your hair so you look presentable to him.”
Gritting her teeth, Sky bit back a rich curse. Catarina was clueless. She was brainwashed. A beautiful doll whose only purpose in life was to be a sexual object for that sick bastard. Thirteen years old? Catarina had been taken sexually at such a young age? It turned Sky’s stomach. Her fingers dug into the mattress as she struggled to hold her anger within herself. “Look,” she told the girl, “I’m wearing what I have on. I could care less what Don Tobar wants. And I don’t do make-up. My hair is fine as is.”
Sky saw the girl blanch, her face literally, go white. She saw fear in Catarina’s pale blue eyes.
“But-but… if you do not wear these clothes, Don Tobar will be angry with me,” and Catarina pressed her manicured hand against the low-cut dress that exposed her full breasts.
“What do you mean?” Sky demanded, hearing the sudden terror in Catarina’s girl-like voice.
“H-he will beat me! You have no idea what Don Tobar is capable of! I-I don’t want to be beaten by him again. Please, please, you MUST wear those clothes,” and her voice broke, and she pressed her hands against her opened mouth.
“He beats you?”
Squeezing her eyes shut, Catarina lowered her voice. She whispered, “Come to the bathroom with me? Pretend you want to shower?” Her eyes were huge and pleading.
Nodding, Sky said, “Fine, I’m taking a shower,” and she walked into the room. Catarina scooped up the clothing and quickly followed her into the room, shutting the door.
She turned, keeping her voice low, she whispered. “There are no cameras or microphones in this room.” She gripped Sky by the arm. “You cannot cross Don Tobar! If you do not do exactly as he orders, he will beat you.” She gulped. “Once, I did not want to him to take me. He got very angry with me. He called in two of his guards and ordered them to rape me as punishment.” She shook her head, tears coming to her eyes. “You MUST not cross him, Sky! You must not! He will hurt you! Badly.” She placed the clothing on the counter, her voice cracked. “Another girl, one of my sisters, Olga, fought him. He had her raped by every soldier here at the villa while he watched. She died the next day.”
Sky felt nausea rise in her throat. She stared disbelievingly at Catarina, who was shaking, tears huge in her wide blue eyes. There was no way she wanted Catarina hurt. “Okay, okay,” Sky whispered, reaching out, touching the girl’s shoulder, “I’ll wear the clothes. You can put make-up on me, fix my hair. I don’t want you punished.”
“Oh… thank YOU, Sky! Thank you!” and Catarina sobbed, throwing her long, slender arms around Sky’s shoulders. “You are so good to me! Thank you. We cannot disobey Don Tobar. Not EVER! We must stay a team to protect all of us from his rage.”
Sky stepped out of the girl’s embrace. “I’ll take a shower. You go back out there and wait for me?” She looked at the clothes. “Where’s a bra? Panties?”
Sniffing, Catarina said, “Don Tobar wants us naked beneath the clothes we wear. He likes us that way.”
Sky grimaced. “Okay. Just go wait for me. Those cameras in the other room? Are they working?”
“Oh,” Catarina said, looking at how the tears had marred her make-up in the mirror, “Yes. Two soldiers watch those videos in every room of the villa twenty-four hours a day. Everything is recorded and saved. There are many cameras in the Don’s bedroom. He likes to film us when he has sex with us. It pleases him.”
Shooting the bastard in the head would please her about now, but Sky kept those thoughts to herself. “Where will you be taking me to see him?”
Catarina pulled several tissues from a nearby box, blotting her cheeks. “To his den. The tea will be served to you two. He wants to see you alone.”
“And the soldiers? Where will they be?”
“Out of sight, but not far away. He is always protected, Sky. Never assume that they aren’t close enough to kill you.” She turned, gripping Sky’s shoulders. “They said you were very special to Don Tobar. He’s ordered that no one bruise or touch you in a painful way. He wanted you perfect.”
“Perfect for what?” Sky asked, her stomach tightening, fear arcing through her.
“I-I don’t know.” Sniffing, Catarina said, “Later, when he is finished with you, you will be sent to our wing of the villa. There is a bedroom apartment prepared for you.”
Scowling, Sky tried to shake the fear stalking her. “What will he do to me?”
Helplessly, Catarina whispered, “I do not know. I’m sorry. I wish I knew. You are being kind to me. You are protecting me, and I wish… oh, I wish I could tell you more…”
“It’s all right,” Sky soothed. “Get out of here. They may suspect something’s going on if you don’t leave soon.”
“Yes, yes,” Catarina whispered. She hurried to the door. “I-I will fix my make-up out there and wait for you. Do not be long?”
Sky hated how she looked as she studied herself in the bedroom mirror. She hated make-up, her skin stretching beneath it. She wore a mauve lipstick to go with the terribly revealing lavender silk blouse that hung open halfway down her chest, revealing the swell of her breasts. Worse, her nipples, being rubbed by the soft material, were standing out, and it made her feel like a piece of meat on parade. The linen slacks were tight across her ass, making her feel vulnerable, under inspection.
