Do you think, my dear friend, that one day I will have some happy news to tell you? Maybe one day. But I doubt that day will be soon. It seems that every time I tell you things can’t get worse, they do exactly that.
I woke up in the corner of the room I had fallen asleep in after Mr. Kozlov’s cruel girlfriend experience. The events, emotions and most of all his final words to me before he walked out, came crashing into my consciousness as soon as I awoke and I began to shake. I had to avoid seeing him again! I had to do something to make sure he wouldn’t find me because I knew that the next time I saw him he was going to make me suffer more than ever. Each time it seemed to get worse. He doesn’t always hurt my body, but he always, always plays with my mind in such an impossibly cruel and hurtful way. And this last time he had hurt my heart too. Would he really edit the film and send a DVD to Taun? How would he know where to send it? Would Mr. Negulesco help him?
I didn’t know whether I was more afraid of the pain Mr. Kozlov could inflict upon my body or the torment he could put my mind, heart and soul through. But I did know that each time I saw him he would do one or both and I would have no choice but to fall and break each time.
It was almost a week before I saw him again. Luckily the other men I met were fairly normal; they just wanted sex and obviously didn’t care if I enjoyed myself or hated it. One man was interesting though. He didn’t tell me his name and he didn’t stay for very long but we chatted for a while next to the bookshelves in the living room area and he seemed nice. He smiled a lot. He kept asking me questions and seemed very amused by my answers and he even did as I asked a few times. I wish he had stayed longer.
I was beginning to relax, just slightly, and had started to think – to hope and pray – that Mr. Kozlov had gone away on a long business trip or found something or someone else more entertaining than torturing me.
I was sitting in the library reading a book, hoping the nice man who had been a little bit kind to me would find me again. I even managed to lose myself in the story the way I used to when I was little and would escape boredom by diving into an imaginary world and living there for a while. Boredom! Ha! That was the only thing I used to fear. Now I needed the escape from a reality that was far more terrifying.
I don’t know if I shivered from cold or fear, but even before I looked up I knew that the man standing in front of me, blocking the heat from the fireplace and casting a shadow over my soul, was Mr. Kozlov. I felt my heart beat stop and all blood drained from my face as I looked up, slowly, not wanting to see him but somehow feeling compelled to seek out his eyes. The man is a vampire. I swear he has done something to me. Vampires don’t exist. They don’t. But Mr. Kozlov is a vampire.
His kind smile and gentle voice made me want to cry. “Hello Clara. How have you been? I’m sorry I was away for so long. Have you missed me?”
I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t make any words come out.
“Well, that’s okay, I can see you are overwhelmed by your emotions and that’s very touching. I have missed you very much and have been thinking about you. You know, maybe you’re not quite ready for that punishment after all.”
My eyes were lost in his pale pools of hypnosis. Was he really going to spare me? I managed to stand, trembling slightly, and mutter a shy, “Thank you.”
He nodded humbly. “You’re welcome, Clara. Yes, I think we need to postpone the punishment until your training is further advanced. Of course, I am happy to take on a large part of that training but I think it only fair that the other gentlemen be allowed to participate also.”
I watched, horrified, as Mr. Kozlov cleared his throat and then said in a loud voice, “Gentlemen of the Retreat. If any of you are interested in participating in this prisoner’s training please let me know. She is begging to be taken outside and used by as many of you as possible and I think it only fair we oblige her.” Continue reading →
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