Submit To Me의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

KATERINAIT'S nice to have the freedom to explore the gardens. Ever since being back, I've noticed there are fewer guards lurking around. Sasha mentioned defectors. Perhaps that's why it's so barren now.Wandering the rows of lush roses that hang, ever resilient, against the onslaught of winter brings me solace. But a cage is still a cage, even if you can see the sky.What am I supposed to do?Sasha has made his goal as clear as ever. It's changed very little from what it started as. Yes, he wants Yevgeniy dead. He also wants to dismantle his sordid business like he did years ago. Both are noble things, especially once I think about the poor women forced to work in the brothels. Are all of them marked with tattoos like Mila?Strolling around the curve of a water fountain, I notice the stream has been shut off to make sure the pipes don't freeze. I wish it was still running at full force now. I'd have liked to sit on the edge of the smooth stone, listening to the bubbling water.I've a

KATERINATHERE'S a stranger in the house.I lean over the railing near the staircase to get a better look. Blonde hair down to her hips, a fur-lined ivory coat that doesn't hide how thin she is. She's shorter than me; I can tell because she's standing next to Mila and barely reaches her shoulder. Small. That's the word I'd use to describe her. Not only in stature, but also in how she presents herself.I've seen beaten dogs who shake less."Come on, Madison," Mila says, her tone gentler than normal. "Sasha is upstairs."She's here to see Sasha? Intrigued, I remain where I am on the stairs as the pair get closer. Mila sees me, her eyes going from wide to narrow. Madison, who has been pressing close to Mila like she's a source of comfort, stops short at the sight of me. The young woman can't be older than eighteen. Her face, unlike her thin body, has the roundness of youth."Did you need something?" Mila asks me with an edge.Ignoring her, I smile kindly at Madison. "Hi there, I'm Kateri

KATERINA"YOU'RE sure of what you saw?"Sasha is pacing his bedroom. His shoulders are massive knots that throttle his neck. "Yeah, positive," I say. "It was definitely a three-legged fox. Are you satisfied?"He pulls up short, staring at me like I said something insulting. All at once he drops his arms and sighs. "I'm sorry; I know I'm being paranoid."Seeing how he recognizes his behavior and apologizes, the tension evaporates from my spine too. "I understand. Everything that's going on ... It's hard to know who we can trust."You, for example.I don't say it. I never could.Sasha lets a tired smile cross his face. Ruffling his hair, he approaches me. "Thank you for checking her."I let my eyes become downcast. "There's something else.""What?" His voice is back to being anxious."She's only fifteen."He says nothing. Lifting my head, I see the lack of surprise on his face. "How do you know?""She said something about not failing sophomore year. So I did some quick math."Sasha grim

SASHAKATERINA STANDS IN MY BEDROOM, right in front of my window. The thin, silken bronze robe clings to her every curve. The light from outside forms a halo behind her long, loose hair. With her rounded belly and the soft glow of the light, she resembles a saint from one of the oil paintings in my hallway.The sky outside is painted a brilliant scarlet. An hour has passed since Madison attacked me and Mila arrived to slip her off my property. I don't know where they've gone, and it's better if I don't know.I don't want to think about that girl. She reminded me of how easy it is to let the beast out."Katerina," I say.She doesn't look at me. "I'm sorry.""For what?" I ask, moving toward her.Her chin tips to her chest. "I didn't realize how dangerous mercy could be."Hair shrouds her cheeks from how she lowers her head, speaking to the floor, her voice growing more agitated with each choppy syllable."I was a fool to believe everything she said. If I'd let you or maybe Mila search h

SASHA"More than ten years ago, I was Yevgeniy's brigadier." Sasha sighs through his nose. "And Pyotr's bodyguard. It was a job that brought me honor and prestige, but not pride.""Why?""Because that man was evil to the core. A rotten apple that didn't fall far from the tree."My spine straightens sharply. "Wait, man?"Sasha squints at my question. "Yes, Pyotr was twenty-two when I killed him."The admission is like an anvil has been shoved off my chest. Not that killing anyone is okay, but the fact that Sasha isn't a child murderer is a relief. For some reason, I'd always imagined Pyotr as a different version of Ruslan. Impish, vulnerable, innocent to a fault.It never crossed my mind that Pyotr was a grown man.A rotten apple that didn't fall far from the tree."Sorry," I say, "Keep going."Sasha rubs his fingers over his mouth. "Pyotr got his kicks by hurting those who couldn't fight back." He turns a wary stare on me, like he isn't sure if he should say the next part. "He took a