Chapter 79 Chapter 79
Chapter 79
Nina’s POV
The red light in the X room felt heavier now. Like it was pressing down on my skin. My knees throbbed where the blood had dried into sticky lines. The leather bench under me was cold and slick from my sweat. Chains rattled softly when I shifted. The straps around my wrists and ankles dug in every time I moved. I tried to breathe slow. In. Out. But my chest kept hitching.
The woman in black stood over me. Thin whip still in her hand. She tapped it against her thigh. Slow. Patient. Like she had all night.
I closed my eyes. Tried to picture the guys. Dante’s serious face. Enzo’s smirk. Nikolai’s calm voice. They were listening. They had to be. The necklace felt warm against my throat. The tiny camera in my earring was probably still recording. Sending every second back to them.
But seconds were turning into minutes. And no one came.
The whip cracked again. Light this time. Across my thigh. Just enough sting to make me gasp. My body jerked. The bench creaked.
She leaned close. Breath hot on my cheek. “You’re going to beg soon. Everyone does.”
I bit my lip. Tasted blood. Didn’t answer.
She raised the whip higher.
Then the door opened.
Soft footsteps. High heels on concrete.
A feminine voice came in. Quiet but clear. Like silk over steel.
“What’s going on here?”
The woman in black froze. Whip dropped to her side. Face changed in a second. From cruel to scared. She stepped back fast. Almost tripped.
I opened my eyes.
A woman stood in the doorway. So pretty it hurt to look at her. Long dark hair in loose waves. Skin like cream. Red dress that hugged every curve. Lips painted deep wine. Eyes sharp but soft. She looked like an angel who decided to visit hell.
She tilted her head. Looked around the room. At the chains. At the blood on the floor. At me strapped down. Then at the woman in black.
The woman in black swallowed hard. Voice shook a little. “Oh… she’s a new girl. We were… suspecting her to be a spy or something. Because she is a terrible dancer.”
The beautiful woman raised one perfect eyebrow. Stepped inside. Door clicked shut behind her. She walked slow. Heels echoing. Stopped beside the bench. Looked down at me.
I met her eyes. Tried to smile even though my face hurt from crying. “I promise you it was just the wine. It’s my first day. I’m nervous.”
She studied me. Long. Curious. A little awe in her gaze. Like she was seeing something rare.
Then she turned to the woman in black. Voice still sweet. But colder now.
“Prove to me that you’re not lying. Or I will have them feed you to the dogs.” She smiled. Soft. Almost kind. “Because you just ruined my evening. I’m supposed to be resting. Having fun.”
The woman in black bowed quick. Low. “Sorry. We’re so sorry.”
The guards outside the door bowed too. Whispered sorry over and over.
The beautiful woman waved her hand. Dismissive. Walked to the small bed in the corner. Sat down. Crossed her legs slow. Dress rode up just enough to show smooth thigh.
She looked at me again. “Show me what you got.”
I blinked. Confused. Still strapped down. “And who are you?”
She smiled. Sweet. Casual. Russian accent thick but smooth. “I own this place, baby girl.”
I didn’t catch every word. The accent wrapped around them. But I understood enough. Owner. Boss. The vertical Boss Angel mentioned.
She tilted her head. Eyes narrowed. Suspicious now. “A non-Russian stripper. No wonder you’re a flop.” Her voice went flat. “And I don’t want to repeat myself. Dance.”