Chapter 13: Anne - Siberia 6
From the corner of my eye, I see Dimitri dismissing Yuri with the flick of his wrist. “I am not,” he denies Yuri’s accusations.
But it’s Ivan who speaks next, his tone laced with amusement, “He only does it because you always rise to the bait.”
Yuri swears in Russian. “Иди на хуй.”
Go fuck yourself.
Dimitri rises from the sofa with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Chill. No one cares how small your dick is.”
I hug a decorative pillow to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. My back presses hard against the sofa, like I’m hoping it’ll swallow me whole.
Yuri yanks off the condom with a sharp, frustrated motion, then pulls up his pants without a word, before he leaves the living room.
Dimitri turns his attention to me. “Well, my sweet little wife, it’s time to sleep. Let me show you where you will be spending your nights from now on.”
My muscles ache as I push myself off the sofa, clinging to the last shreds of dignity I have left. I reach for my clothes, but Dimitri is faster. He grabs them before I can.
I look up at him, confused.
“From the moment your father made the deal with me, you became my property,” Dimitri explains. “Only I can decide if you can get dressed and what you will wear when you show you are worthy of clothes.”
“Please, don’t do this to me,” I croak, my voice breaking. “I’ve… I’ve been good, haven’t I?” I try to reason with Dimitri, but I know there’s no use because behind his façade, I can tell he’s a man without a heart. Just like my father.
Dimitri’s gaze turns cold. “The only reason why we haven’t taken turns fucking all your holes is because you behaved, but don’t think that pleading will make anything easier for you. You are here because your father pissed off the wrong people, and to save his ass, he gave you to the Bratva. You will become a pornai, and serve the Russian Lords and whoever else you are told to.”
My shoulders slump forward as reality slowly sinks in.
My father gave me to the Bravta, and I will be turned into a pornai. I can fight this and get hurt in the process, or even get killed, or I can accept this cruel fate and do as told.
You will never become a pornai. You will fight!
There’s no fight left in me. Every attempt to push back, every spark of defiance, has been met with cruel punishment until the last ember of rebellion burned out and died. The only way to survive in this cruel world is by surrendering to whatever fate has planned.
Dimitri keeps talking. “The wedding has been a lie, as I am sure you already realized by now. It was only an excuse to get you here. But don’t think I’m a heartless monster. Some monsters know how to reward those who obey. I already rewarded you today by letting you orgasm, but I will give you one more reward. I will let you sleep in my room. Normally, you wouldn’t sleep tonight, just take cock after cock.”
But I don’t want to sleep in his room. In fact, I don’t want to be anywhere near him. But it’s better than to be fucked the entire night.
Dimitri narrows his eyes. “What do you say?”
I freeze. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.
Try–‘Thank you, Master.’
My life is no longer mine. I belong to Dimitri.
I blink once, then force them out. “Thank you, Master.”
Dimitri grunts in satisfaction. “Let me show you where my room is. Tomorrow, I’ll show you the rest of the house—then we’ll go over the rules, and everything you’re expected to do while you’re here.”
Dimitri leads me out of the living room and into his room, which is on the first floor.
The space is wide, almost unnervingly so, and divided into two distinct parts. One half is ordinary enough—a large bed with dark sheets dominates the sleeping area, a nightstand next to it, and an imposing desk pushed against the far wall. Everything is neat, masculine, and…cold.
The second half of the room is different.
The floor is tiled in matte black, and the walls are lined with racks and hooks. Leather cuffs hang from polished metal bars, neatly arranged beside thick ropes, paddles, crops, and canes of varying sizes. There’s a Saint Andrew’s cross bolted to one corner, its restraints already fastened and ready, while in the other corner is a sex swing. A padded bench sits nearby, complete with adjustable straps. Chains dangle from the ceiling, and close to them, there’s a glass cabinet filled with sex toys of all sizes and shapes–clamps, dildos, anal plugs, and other objects I’m not sure what they are meant for.
But what truly draws my attention is the cage positioned at the foot of the bed.
Dimitri notices my gaze fixed on the cage. “Don’t worry. You will get used to it.”
My breath hitches. He’s serious. He’s really going to lock me up. My hands start to tremble. I shake my head left and right.
“Please—don’t.” The words slip out before I can stop them.
He lets out a long sigh, and for a moment, I have the feeling that he’s considering, but then he says, “The cage is part of the training.”
I’m terrified of small spaces. Panic rises. I drop to my knees out of pure desperation. “I won’t try to run. Please. I promise.”
He studies me with an unreadable expression. “You understand why I can’t take that risk.”
My heart sinks. “I can’t—small spaces—”
He cuts me off and steps toward the cage. “You can go in on your own,” he says quietly, “or I’ll have to make you.”
The sound that escapes me is a small, broken cry. “I’m claustrophobic.”
“Then consider this exposure therapy,” he says, voice hardening when I don’t move. “Don’t make me do it the hard way.”
He takes a step closer, and the room feels smaller, the air heavier.
“Please,” I try once more.
I try to back away, instinct screaming at me, but he grabs my arms and hauls me to my feet with ease.
“I wanted to go easy on you tonight,” Dimitri says, his voice low and controlled, but I can still hear the anger in his tone. “But you’ve left me no choice.”