Chapter 9: Anne - Siberia 2

Bile rises to my throat.

How can Dimitri expect me to become a pornai—I’d rather die first—if every man who sees me thinks I’m disgusting? It’s not only men. Women and children alike have mocked me.

For once, I might even be grateful for my scars, because they will mess with this stupid plan, if I can even call it that.

“What do you mean by that?” Dimitri inquires.

He almost sounds… angry.

That can’t be right. I must be imagining things. It must be the drugs in my system.

Dominick steps into the living room. “Only a blind man wouldn’t realize she’s a virgin. Her face has an air of innocence about it.”

I blink as I try to make sense of this entire situation, and especially of what Dominick just said.

He must be mocking me.

Innocent.

No sane person who looks at me thinks that. No. The only thing someone notices the moment they meet me is my scars and how traumatized they are by them. They might even demand money for therapy.

Some did.

Dimitri turns his attention back to me. Despite looking away, I feel his gaze lingering on my face, and I wish I could cover it with my palms. When he tries to touch my scars, I try to bite him, but he pulls his hand away in time.

“I will have none of that,” he says sharply. “Did I make myself clear?”

When I don’t reply fast, I expect a punch or at least a slap, but none follows.

Eventually, I nod, letting him know that I understand.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I slowly turn my head, my gaze stopping on his face. There’s rage in his eyes.

“When I talk to you, I expect you to reply, else there will be consequences. Understood?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Master. That’s how you will address me from now on. Every sentence you say will end with Master. Fail to do so, and you will be punished.”

My breathing hitches.

He won’t harm you.

He will. He said so.

I want to go home. I don’t want to be here anymore. Why did my father sell me to the Bratva? Did he know what Dimitri intends to do to me? He must know, he hates me this much.

Tears fall down my cheeks.

Dimitri strokes my hair and murmurs, “First nights are always the hardest, but don’t worry—you’ll get used to it. I’ll even make you like being fucked…” A grin spreads across his lips. “Sometimes. But most of the time—”

He forces my legs apart. I try again to push him away, to get out of here, but still, my body refuses to listen. More tears run down my face.

He presses a kiss to my temple while his fingers trace a path up and down my thigh, until they reach my pussy, and rub it through my jeans. My body reacts to his touch, heat rising to my cheeks.

It’s because of whatever he put in the tea.

At least I’m still dressed. As long as my clothes are on, I’m safe.

But not for long. He will eventually get me naked… and then… I can’t allow myself to think about what will happen then.

“Most of the time, I like to use women as I please, without giving a damn about their pleasure. And when they cry,” he kisses my right cheek, my tears wetting his lips, “it turns me on so much. So make sure you cry and beg for me to stop each day. It will only make me fuck you even harder. I’ll pound your pussy so good. Your throat and ass as well. You will learn to love the taste of cum and the feel of a thick cock up your tight ass.”

His words are crude. Cruel.

I burst into full crying.

“I can’t wait to break you, to mold you, to turn you into the perfect little sex slave,” Dimitri adds.

I manage to shake my head. “Please don’t. I… I have money,” I try to bribe my way out of here.

Dimitri laughs as he strokes my hair. “Ah, Malyshka, Malyshaka. This isn’t about money.”

My gaze drifts to Dominick. His face betrays no emotions. It’s like he feels nothing, like he’s made of stone.

“Then why do you want to do this to me?” I ask Dimitri as I look back at him. “To force me to turn into a pornai. I… I thought you wanted to marry me.”

Dominick laughs. “Сука правда думала, что у неё есть шанс с тобой.”

The bitch really thought she had a chance with you.

Dimitri studies me for a few moments, his expression unreadable.

But it’s Dominick who speaks again. “What man would want to marry someone like you?”

His words don’t hurt me—not the way he intends them to—because marriage was never my dream. Not even when I was in love with Dominick, Ivan, and Yuri did I ever fantasize about being their wife.

“You won’t be my wife,” Dimitri says, “but you will get to be the woman of many men.”

A heartbreaking sob escapes my throat before I can stop it.

Dimitri kisses more of my tears. “Fucking you is going to be an absolute delight. But,” he makes a small pause before continuing, “since this is going to be your first time, you can choose which of us will turn you into a woman.”

Is… he… he’s going to make me choose who fucks me first.

I shake my head. “Please,” I beg again, hoping that they will let me leave.

Dimitri’s hand slides from my pussy all the way to my hair, his fingers lacing through it, forcing my head back.

“Tell you what, Malyshaka,” he chuckles softly, a mockery of kindness, “you either choose one of us to pop your cherry, or we gangbang you.”

There’s no escaping this. Not while I’m drugged and I can’t move. So I say the first name that comes to mind.

“Yuri.”