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The light fell on her eyes making her get out of the deep slumber she was in. As her senses came rushing back to her, the first thing she noticed was that she was wearing a very big and long shirt. But was naked beneath the thin garment making her feel something weird as his dark Cologne lingered around her. She tried to feel some pain in her inner thighs but everything was right. There was no damage done to her. He never touched her the whole night but his side of the bed was not made. It meant he had slept beside her but didn't try intimacy. She could hear the sound of shower in the background which meant Pakhan was still inside the room. The scenes from last night evaded her mind. It was the fault of that wine! She should not have had a glass to make herself confident. It always had a reverse effect on her composure. Catalina knew that she needed time alone before she could meet the Pakhan again. With calm and quiet steps she tip toed out of the large bedroom. The corridor was
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Mazov grabbed her by the elbows. With their face inches away from each other, he loosened her braid freeing her long black hair. He removed her jacket and threw it in a corner. Before, Catalina could defend herself he held her wrist and dragged her with him out of the room. Once outside a big white door, he let go off her hands to unlock it with the key from the stand. He pushed her inside, as soon as it opened. She stumbled and was about to fall when he caught her hands. She was met again with his cold body, reminding her that he was still in his boxers. The room was completely white. Everything. There was nothing out of place or of any other colour. Just one white clock hung on the white wall. It made loud noise tickling every second. Mazov made her sit on the chair, with handcuffs attached to it. He wanted her to scream in fear, to finally show him that she was a weak little girl after all. But instead she watched him with a fire glowing in her eyes. He cuffed her hands at the
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Catalina stood up from the ground, her legs shaking with pain. As the blood flowed through the veins again, it caused a burning sensation.The girl, kicked her in the guts making her fall again. Catalina crawled away before she could hit her again. She tried focusing on her target, the girl. It was not new to her. She had done it before.With her eyes closed, she repeated the words she was taught like a mantra." Aim at their neck. Then legs and grab the face downwards. "Catalina rose up and stared at the girl. She was high on drugs and had no sense of what was happening there. If it was some other day, she would have fought the girl effortlessly but with her hands not working properly and she starving since three days,she had to be extra cautious.The girl, tried to grab her face but Catalina moved away and kicked her in the knee making her fall. She grabbed her neck and punched her two times in the guts. She wouldn't kill her. She had never killed a female before. The pain in
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Catalina had barely gotten any sleep. But the moment when her eyes closed, the loud alarm rang like bullets piercing in her ears. She got up horrified and confused. She needed to be on alert mode all the time. It was not her safe haven but the place where she could be buried dead and no one would ever know. She made her way to the exit of the corridor and five gun men stood up straight on the sides of the path. She passed them without any notice as she found one woman tied up to the pole. She froze in her steps as the captive woman looked at her with a deadly fear in her eyes. Mazov sat in his chair in all his glory as two buttons of his shirt were open revealing his toned chest. He glanced at Catalina who was visibly shaken up by his cruel pain inducing methods on the woman. "Come here. " He asked Catalina who obviously debated her next move. But she had to prove that she was not slightly afraid of him. Why would she be? She was supposed to be one loyal person in his gang. "Sit."
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