Calla's POV
Have you ever had like the shittiest hangover ever? Like it feels like someone took a high class frying pan and hit your head thirty times in a row?
That's what I was feeling like right now.
My eyes peeled open, the memories of what happened earlier were clouded.
I frowned as I opened my eyes to see smoke, everywhere.
I took in a breath, the smell of marjiuana filled my nostrils.
I sat up, my head felt light as I looked around the room.
My eyes focused on him.
That fucker.
He held his joint in his hand and stared at me.
"Ty govorish' po-russki?" He was calmed and calculated. /"You speakRussian?"/
I frowned at me and pretended that I didn't understand.
"I'm sorry? I don't understand."
His lips twisted as he straightened his suit jacket.
"Ne vri." /"Don't lie"/
I shook my head again, "I uh I really don't understand."
"Little one." He took a step towards me, "I don't like it when I'm lied to."
I felt my heart begin to race.
"Shlyukha, gryaznyy shlyukha, suka..." /"Whore, dirty slut, bitch..."/
I opened my mouth to tell him I didn't understand but when he said the one word I couldn't fathom.
"Prostitutka." /"Prostitute"/
I winced.
That was all he needed.
He glided across the room until he stood in front of the bed. I looked down, he couldn't hurt me more than I already knew he would.
His hand gripped my chin as he forced me to look up, I glanced at the black ink that formed over his arms and neck, symbols and words were permanently drawn into his flesh.
I flinched at the cold of the metal from his rings.
"You tell no one, da?" His cold eyes stared at me, emotionless.
I nodded in his hand. My eyes glanced down at the burning joint in his left hand as I shook.
His eyes followed my gaze.
He cocked his head as he lifted the joint to my lips, his other hand gripped my chin.
Fuck it.
I opened my mouth as he guided the joint to my lips.
I took an 8 second hit and exhaled, the smoke surrounded us.
The devil watched me curiously as he took the joint to his own lips.
What the fuck am I doing?
He breathed the smoke into my face and I felt myself feeling light.
"So, you're from Russian?"
I nodded my head and took another hit. "I moved here some years ago."
"Zachem?" /"Why?"/
Flashbacks from my past threatened to surface but I pushed them away. I took another hit and shook my head at him.
I could tell that it bothered him, anyone could see his jaw tightening and his hands flexing at the mention of me not obeying his question.
I went to take another hit when he pulled it out of my hands, my eyes going to his.
I had almost gotten comfortable around him.
He raised it to his lips and took a hit, his eyes never leaving mine.
I had only gotten high once and that was with Brie, on her 19th birthday.
Drugs weren't really my thing but Brie had insisted that I 'let loose.'
I wonder if she missed me, if she was going crazy that I was gone.
Or is she even cared.
"Tell me, suka. Do you know why I purchased you?"
My mouth spoke before my mind could.
"Sex."
His eyes looked amused, his lips pulled up into an amused half-smile.
"Well, obviously." He looked me over. "But I could get sex from anyone. I bought you for another reasons too. I need something pretty to stand next to me."
What?
"Blyad. I'm too high for this." I shook my head. /"Fuck."/
"The Russian Mafia is all about stability, little girl. I have been a little too...reckless, lately. My advisers think it would settle my men and women if I had a symbol of settlement."
What. The.Fuck.
No. No fucking away.
"What the fuck..." I frowned at him, I'm so goddamn confused. "I thought you bought me to be your personal..whore."
He smiled an evil smile, "That too, little one. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to fuck you and I'm not going to go easy on you, my little virgin. But there are many other reasons. And guess what?"
I raised my eyes to him.
"You don't have a fucking choice."
I felt my head spinning and panic filled my throat.
His cold eyes glinted at me as his gaze trailed down to my body.
I crossed my arms over my chest and sat frozen on the bed.
He backed up from the bed, an amused smile crossed his face as he turned on his heels.
"We'll talk about it later, little girl. We're going out. I'll send Afanas to make sure you don't try anything."
"I-I can get ready on my own." I stated as I shook.
He stopped at the door and glanced at me, "It's either me or Afanas. If it's me then you won't be so pure at the end of the night."
With that he slammed the door and I began to shake.
I glanced to my left and saw that he had left the joint...
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