AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL
HIS LISCIHKA
"I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin.
"I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliv...
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It was agonizing.
Anna and Emily huddled together, shivering as the cold seeped through their thin clothes. The room they were in was nothing more than four concrete walls—a suffocating box that seemed to shrink with every passing hour.
Rahkil and his men had chained them to the floor, their restraints cutting into their ankles. The raw, red skin throbbed, a constant reminder of their captivity.
"I-I'm sorry," Emily whispered, her voice trembling. She stared down at her lap, guilt clawing at her insides.
Anna shook her head quickly, her own eyes glassy with unshed tears.
"N-No. It's my fault. If I hadn't pressured you to go to that party, we wouldn't be here."
Emily leaned into Anna for warmth, her breath shaky. Anna wrapped her arms around her in return, pulling her closer.
They were starving.
The last thing they'd eaten was a stale slice of bread, washed down with a single sip of water. It had done nothing to ease the gnawing hunger in their bellies.
"Y-You think we'll be found?" Anna's voice broke the silence, shaky and small.
Emily nodded, clinging to the one thought that gave her hope.
"Yes," she said with quiet certainty. "I'm sure Ivan and my dad will find us."
Anna hummed faintly, her lips quirking into a bitter smile.
"I hope he kills these fuckers," she muttered.
"Anna!" Emily gasped, her eyes widening.
"What?" Anna shot back, her tone sharp but quiet.
"I haven't had a real meal in over a day, and his men keep looking at us like we're a damn snack!"
Emily's breath hitched. She knew Anna was right. Rahkil's men leered at them from the other side of the room whenever they passed, their predatory gazes heavy and unnerving. But Rahkil himself had issued a strict order: No one was to touch them.
Emily didn't understand why, but she could guess. Rahkil had referred to them as "merchandise," and it wasn't hard to figure out what that meant.
They were more valuable if they were left untouched. The thought made her stomach churn with revulsion.
"Rahkil called us merchandise," Anna muttered, her voice breaking into a shaky laugh. "And I haven't even had a bath!"
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