ILL-FATED JOURNEY™

Chapter 3

Up until then, I thought the woman could be an ally, but I was wrong. Even after she explained that her question wasn't a threat, she let me know that she wasn't a traitor. I was given food (if you could call that crap food) and a shot of vodka. To finish warm me up, she said. In shock, I actually drank it and it burned all the way down then tried to evaporate through my skin.

Clothes would help, I thought as I watched her bundled all what I wore for the last day and a half. Then as the warmth seeped in to my brain, I remembered my fate, I needed my clothes back! I chased after her and I watched in shock as she locked me in. I was only in a thick robe in a cold dungeon, with no boots and the cold was coming back.

It wasn't the only thing returning. Ugly and Meaty returned and finally my fighting instincts took over. I attacked but he swatted me away like I was nothing and dragged me kicking and screaming to an iron four poster conveniently placed in the room. My hands were tied to the head board as he calmly tied my feet accepting each kick and curse I dealt him without a murmur.

"I seriously hope that fire is inside you my sweet." A soft voice said in English. I paused in my pathetic assault to search where the voice came from. A frail old man stood behind Ugly and Meaty and came forward saying "I see you were money well spent. How well, we shall soon see." He finished as parted the robe. "Leave us." He whispered softly to Ugly and Meaty who left silently with his head down closing the door behind him.

My heart was racing inside my chest as I took in the appearance of my buyer. He looked like an old money white man. Then it dawned on me; I was gonna be raped by someone's great-grandfather! I didn't know whether to laugh or cry!

Forty-five minutes earlier...

"Более поздние ублюдки! (Later fuckers!)" Vladimir told his friends as he stumbled drunkenly into the entryway.

"A disgrace as usual." His father's cold voice greeted him.

Vlad smiled as he handed his jacket to a servant, then weaved passed the older man as though he didn't exist.

"I give you everything! And what do I get in return? The Alexandrovich name dragged through the mud! The least you could do is return home at a decent hour!"

Vladimir continued to make his way steadily up to his room, ignoring his father's ranting. His father and his royal title could fuck off as far as he was concerned. Everything was about the fucking family name! His last name was all that was important to him, to anyone. Maybe if he paid more attention to his wife, he'd have more than just the fucking Alexandrovich name.

Vladimir straighten as soon as he was in his room. Shedding all traces of excess as he entered his private bath. The bath refreshed him, and he headed to his mini bar for another drink. He really should stop coming home like that. Coming home pretending to be drunk was exhausting but it also kept his father from discussing his future. He knew that particular talk was coming. He was twenty-one, and as far as his father was concerned it was time for him to seek out a wife, meaning it was time for his father to arrange his life.

Putting down his drink he donned his pyjamas and robe and went to the window. He was thinking of new ways out of his predicament when he saw Boris carrying a fur wrapped body.

"What the fuck are you up to Boris?" Vladimir muttered to himself.

He never like his father's stooge. The fact that the man only obeyed his father's orders might have something to do with that, but Boris also creeped him out. He was the sort that liked to hurt things. He once saw him rape one of the maids and when Vlad reported it to his father, the maid was fired.