Captive

Chapter 9

When morning arrives, and after several painkillers, Sam manages to accompany Sergey to Tiffany Co.

When Sam sees which store he was taking her to, she forgets all the pain.

He buys her a bracelet and some diamond earrings, which cost a small fortune, and he pulls out his black card and pays, as if it were nothing.

Sam was amazed. But Sergey informs her that he will not repeat the night with her. s*x had been nothing special.

- How can you say that? – Sam says, shocked.

- I came to America thinking there was better s*x. You weren't better than the whores in Russia.

- I'm not a w***e.

- However, I paid you a lot for the bad s*x. – he says, laughing.

He calls a car for her, and says goodbye, informing her that it wasn't worth looking for him.

Sam leaves furious.

Serguey returns to the room. He sits on the bed that was already made and runs his hand over his head. What he had done at night, what he had pretended to be, disgusted him.

Adam had already served 5 customers and it was still 11 am. He had just taken a shower and sat on the mattress waiting for the next call.

It wasn't long before the door opened and the guard signaled for him to leave. He gets up and follows him into the green room. From the room he knew what was waiting for him, and his stomach was already churning.

He entered and a group of 5 men of Asian origin were waiting for him. They were small and awkward, owed nothing to beauty and had cameras in their hands. Panicked, in the center of the circle formed by the 5 men, was a woman who looked like she had just arrived from a farm. She looked young and innocent, and had probably just been kidnapped and this was her first time in that house of terror. Adam hated the green room. Whatever the type of s*x, the green room always had someone new and inexperienced to f**k. His first time, being f****d in that place, was there too.

One of the men, in bad English, says what he wants him to do. He had to rape the girl for them to take pictures. Adam looked at the girl, who didn't even speak English. She seemed to have been kidnapped from a country in Europe.

He undresses and enters the circle, and the men immediately start taking pictures.

Before Adam got close to the girl, she was screaming in terror. She tries to wedge between two of the men, and he kicks her in the stomach, knocking her over onto her side. Adam pulls her to the center, and hugs her from behind.

- Sorry. I'm sorry. - he says softly in her ear, but he knew she didn't understand him.

By the smell, he knew she was a shewolf.

He lays her on her back on the floor, and she struggles, screams and tries to run away, but Adam puts a knee on the woman's belly, while in front of her eyes, he gives himself a handjob, and his c**k gets hard.

He opens her legs by force, under the flashes of the machines, and positions his tip at the woman's entrance, while controlling her movements. He puts pressure and lets in the tip. He feels his c**k destroyed her purity. He just deflowers another innocent for the pleasure of men and the profit of the master. He hate it. He hated it all. He was forced to do these things, and he hated himself for doing them.

He inserts his all c**k to the delight of the 5 sadists, who photograph everything so they can enjoy it when they return home. All visible aspects of the act were recorded.

He starts moving in and out of her, trying to ignore the woman's screams, until she stops reacting and he does what he has to do without any opposition.

Adam thanks the gods that the act didn't take long to end. They wanted photos, now they had them. The terror for him was over, but it had still barely begun for the fragile woman, who would now be violated by the 5 men. The poor girl was in shock, but the men didn't want to know. They started to undress themselves, as he was removed from the room.

When the guard leaves him in his cell, he goes to take a shower, but first, he flushes the little contents he has in his stomach into the toilet. That place was hell. Whoever was brought there was only left dead. As long as they lived, things that there are no words to describe happened.

The phone in the hotel room rings and Sergey answers it.

- Hello? Am I talking to Sergey Petrov?

- Да (Da – Yes).

- I apologize, but I don't speak Russian.

- All good. I speak English. – he says with an accent.

- Mr Petrov, I would like to make you a proposal. Can we meet at your hotel bar?

- I apologize. I'm not looking for any business. I just try to have fun.

- I'm sure you'll love what I have to offer you. You won't regret it.

- all good. I'll be down in 15 minutes. I hope you're right, otherwise I'll turn my back and leave.

He hangs up the phone and frowns. Was it possible that it only took one day?

Sergey exits the elevator and heads to the bar. He sits at the counter and orders a straight vodka. He drinks slowly, not looking around, and a man, well dressed but with a scarred face, sits down beside him.

Sergey looks to the side, implying that there are many free seats, he doesn't need to be there next to him, but the man introduces himself.

- My name is Diego Hernández. You are Sergey Petrov, am I correct?

- Correct. What do you want from me?

- Won't you offer me a drink?

- You made me go down to the bar and I offer you a drink? – He asks with a chuckle. - All good.

Serguey raises his arm and calls out to the bartender.

- What do you want to drink?

- Dos tequilas por favor, con sal y lime, (two tequilas please, with salt and lime).

The bartender nods and goes to prepare the drinks.

- I know you're drinking, but I'd like you to join me in a toast.

- And what are we toasting about?

- Let's toast the best thing that happened to you in life.

- A bit pretentious of you, don't you think?

- No. – he says, taking a tequila and landing in front of Sergey. – do you know how to drink tequila?

- I know. But lime is for low-quality tequilas. I don't think they serve low quality drinks here.

- I see you are an expert at it. But do me the honor. – he says, passing a slice of lemon, which Sergey holds between his thumb and forefinger, and pouring a little salt on the skin between his thumb and forefinger. - To the good things in life that you still don't know and that you will discover.

The Mexican raises his shot of tequila to toast, licks the salt, drinks the tequila in one go and sucks on the lime. Sergey do the same

They both make faces, and Diego asks for two more.

- Can you speak at once? Or do you want to get me drunk?

- Of course not. Do you remember the woman who was with you last night?

- Look… Diego right? – the man nodded – if she is your girlfriend I have nothing to do with it. She hit on me, we had s*x… nothing interesting about the s*x… I paid her more than she deserved, and sent her away.

- I don't even know her.

- So why did you talk about her?

- Look, let's talk straight. She was in a bar telling her friends about the crazy night of s*x she had and the jewelry she got.

- looks like she should have paid me instead, she likes that s*x more than me. – Sergey says, with a chuckle.

- Yeah, maybe, but what matters is what she said next.

- And what was it? - He said, take the second tequila and do the same ritual.

- She said you found s*x with her boring. That you came to the US looking for better s*x. Wilder s*x…

Sergey looks at the man and raises an eyebrow.