Day 6: Abeni's eyes fluttered open, the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window burning her eyelids like fire. She winced and squinted, trying to focus on the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was already half past six. She let out a groan, threw off the covers and rolled out of bed. As she stood up, her muscles protested, reminding her of the long hours she had put in at the bakery yesterday. She padded over to her closet, rummaging through the hangers and dresser drawers for something suitable to wear. Finally, she found a pair of clean jeans and a comfy sweater that would keep her warm during her walk to the bus stop.
After quickly brushing her teeth and combing her hair, she hurried out of her apartment, locking the door behind her. The chilly autumn air nipped at her fingers and toes as she made her way down the quiet, tree-lined street. She could already see her breath clouding in front of her face. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted toward her, reminding herDay 7 Deadline day: Later that morning, Abeni sat on her bed, her heart still racing from the events of the previous night. Today was the deadline day and she didn't know what to do. She barely registered the knock on her apartment door,, fear coursed through her. Maybe it was Dmitry here to collect his money. When she finally went to open it, she found an elderly woman standing outside. The old woman didn't say a word, but she didn't need to. Instead, she simply walked into the apartment and made herself comfortable on the couch. Abeni watched her warily, unsure of what to make of this strange intrusion.The old woman ignored her, instead focusing on the coffee table. She reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope, which she slid across the table. Abeni hesitated for a moment before cautiously picking it up. Inside was a large wad of cash."I am Mark's mother," the old woman finally said, her voice steady despite the anger in her eyes. "I am giving you $100,000, to shu
When they finally arrived at the Kuznetsov mansion, Abeni's breath caught in her throat. It was even more magnificent than she had imagined. The house was massive, modern, and exuded an air of extravagance that was almost palpable. But as she was roughly dragged out of the car and brought inside, she could only focus on the fear coursing through her veins.They took her down a long, winding hallway lined with expensive paintings and sculptures. The carpet beneath her feet was soft and plush, cushioning her every step. Finally, they reached a set of double doors and the man who had brought her here kicked them open, revealing a massive bedroom. The room was dominated by an enormous four-poster bed with silk sheets and pillows piled high against the headboard. There was also a fireplace in one corner, a sitting area with a plush sofa and a glass-topped coffee table, and a walk-in closet that Abeni could see through the open door.The man pushed her inside the room, s
They finally came to a stop in a large, opulent room, its walls adorned with priceless art and expensive furniture. Dmitry released her roughly, and she stumbled forward, landing on her knees on the plush carpet. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with terror and defiance."What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice quaking. "Why am I here?"Dmitry stepped closer, his expression a mixture of surprise and anger. "You dare to speak to me like that?" he growled. "You're here because I brought you here.""Well, why did you bring me here?" she shouted back, feeling a strange sense of empowerment as she stood her ground. "What do you want from me?"For a moment, Dmitry was taken aback by her defiance. He'd expected her to cower and beg for mercy, not challenge him. But as he stared into her determined eyes, something else began to stir within him. Not pity or understanding, but a twisted sort of fascination."I want you to understand what i
After Abeni had left the room, Dmitry closed his eyes, savoring the memory of her scent and the warmth of her skin against his. His phone rang, startling him from his thoughts. It was one of his men, informing him that they had apprehended Mark. The anger that had been simmering beneath his calm exterior flared up. Mark had tried to rape Abeni, and for that, he would pay dearly.Dmitry stood up, straightening his expensive suit, and made his way out of his bedroom. As he walked through the lavish halls of his mansion, he thought about how he would punish Mark. Not only for what he had done to Abeni, but for disobeying him as well. He would make an example of Mark, show everyone that there were consequences for their actions.He went downstairs and outside his mansion, where his driver was waiting for him. As he got into the luxurious car."Take me to the warehouse," he instructed the driver. The driver nodded and pulled away from the curb, weaving through the b
Dmitry laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to stop thinking about Abeni. Her words echoed in his mind, taunting him, challenging his dominance. He couldn't understand why she was different from the other women he had known. They had all been content to submit to his will, to be used and discarded at his whim. But Abeni...she was something else entirely.As he tossed and turned, he remembered the way she felt in his arms, the softness of her skin, the fire that burned in her eyes. Despite his best efforts, he found himself growing aroused, his body betraying his anger and confusion. He sat up, frustrated, and threw off the covers, pacing the room. He knew that he could force her to submit, to give in to his desires, but something held him back. There was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on.Outside, the night was alive with city sou
A week and a half had passed since Abeni arrived at the Kuznetsov mansion. She was in the living room with Natalia and Olga. Although she enjoyed their presence, she wanted desperately to go home."So Abeni," Natalia began gently, "tell me about your family. Any siblings?"Abeni hesitated, unsure how much to share. She looked around the tasteful, comfortable room, feeling uneasy and evaluated."I have a younger sister," she finally replied. "She has cancer and is in the hospital.""I'm very sorry to hear that," Natalia said sincerely. "That must be so difficult for you all."Abeni nodded, choking back emotion. "It is. But she's strong, and we support her as best we can."Natalia grasped Abeni's hand comfortingly. "She's fortunate to have you. If there's any way we can help, please ask."Abeni appreciated Natalia's sincerity but knew asking Dmitry for help would come at a price. She forced a weak smile. "Thank you, Natalia.""Wh
Abeni was laying on her bed when there was a knock at her door. She wondered who it could be, and as she sat up and asked who was there, she found herself face-to-face with one of Dmitry's men. He handed her a phone and said Dmitry had asked him to give it to her.Abeni took the phone, feeling a mix of excitement and unease. She turned it on and saw tons of missed calls from her best friends Naledi, Camillie, and Elena, her mother, and work colleague Jessica.Abeni knew Dmitry wouldn't give her the phone without tracking what she said, so she had to be careful. She decided to call her mother first."Abeni!" her mother exclaimed emotionally when she heard Abeni's voice. "It's so good to hear you!""Mam, I-" Abeni started."No need to explain, Mr. Kuznetsov already told me everything!" her mother interjected."What did he say?" Abeni asked skept
As they stepped out of the car, the autumn air was crisp and invigorating. Abeni inhaled deeply, feeling a sense of freedom wash over her. "Okay," she said, taking a deep breath, "let's do this!" They walked up to the door of the boutique, and Natalia pushed it open, revealing a world of luxury and opulence. The floor was covered in plush carpeting, and soft, mellow music played in the background. A row of sales associates stood at the ready, their smiles warm and welcoming."Let's find you an outfit for Dmitry first," Natalia said with a sly smile, leading Abeni through the store. They browsed through racks of designer clothes, each piece more exquisite than the last. Abeni felt a bit overwhelmed at the choices, but Natalia was quick to offer suggestions and help her pick out the perfect outfits. They eventually settled on a sleek black dress that hugged her curves and a pair of sexy black heels that made her feel taller and more confident.As they continued their sho