Chapter EIGHT

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ASSOCIATE FILE
CLASSIFIED : CIA
OPERATION : MOSCOW
AGENT : VIKING
HANDLER : RED
TARGET: OSKA ROMANOV
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KNOWN ASSOCIATE : OLEG ROMANOV
AFFILIATION: LEGACY (BROTHER OF OSKA ROMANOV)
POSITION : OBSCHAK
FAMILY: VANYA ROMANOV, WIFE. ARTYOM ROMANOV, SON.
SPECIALITY: ENDURANCE TORTURE

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Katya Romanov (Czarina)

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Katya Romanov (Czarina)

I stumble out of the adjoined bathroom, my head foggy from the steam of the sauna shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel and caught up in my thoughts when the lamp in the corner of the bedroom flickers on to reveal a chilling sight..

Oska is here in my room.. Waiting for me..

Please God no, not tonight..

"Gde ty byla suka?" He rasps angrily, questioning where I have been and what I'd been doing..

My breath hitches and my heart sinks.. I know nothing good ever comes off Oska's visits to my bedroom.

"Oh- I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk.." I fumble through the lie, clutching my towel close and hoping to heaven that he can't hear the tremor in my voice..

Oska glares daggers at me from his place in the oversized armchair, his empty, dead eyes black as obsidian.. "I do not believe you, Suka!"

"But- it iz the truth, Oschenka- my love.." Bowing my head my body begins to tremble in well conditioned terror as he rises to his feet and crosses the hardwood floor to meet me..

"Katya.." Coiling a finger beneath my chin he lifts my eyes to his.. "Pokazhi mne svoyu pizdu."

The sadistic sexual demand to bare myself to him rolls from his forked tongue and I freeze with fear, unable to move my limbs, paralysed and sick to my stomach.. I can't run.. I can't hide or fight back..
He is going to take what he wants from me once again and there is nothing I can do to stop him...

-SMACK-

He hits me hard enough with the back of his hand that white spots explode behind my eyelids while I wince away..
A lingering sting burns my cheek and as I lift my hand to soothe the place where he'd struck me he reaches out to violently tear the towel from my body, leaving me cold and exposed..
I feel raw and my mind reels, panic reducing me to a simpering submissive state..

"Ow!" I yelp in pain when Oska grabs my arm with forceful domination to shove me down on the bed.. Unbuckling his belt before he climbs over me, his mouth descending onto mine..

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