All Chapters of The Pakhan's Undoing : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dominique. " Wake up, Dominique. You won't be saved this way. You like what you see don't you. Come on touch it. " " I don't want to. " " SHUT UP!!!!! YOU WANT IT. Do you think you can refuse me you hopeless brat. " And once again the whip came crashing down on my naked body. I screamed laying there unable to fight the pain. And only one name came to my mind at that moment. NIKOLAI He would save me. He always has. But Nikolai was nowhere to be found. I woke up with a start. I was sweating profusely and my entire body was trembling. My pills where were they? Where were my antidepressants? Let me ask Doug. He always knows where they are. I move to the door and opened it rushing out, but I stopped, this wasn't the corridors of my house. Where was I ? I stood at the door, lost for a while, then all the memories came crashing back to me. Shit, I thought closing the door and walking back into the room. I looked outside the window. It was evening. I sat back on the be

Dominique. At about five minutes to seven, a soft knock sounded on my door. “Come in.” I said. The door opened, and three young women walked inside carrying garment bags, boxes, and several cases I couldn't immediately identify. I frowned. “Can I help you?” The young woman in front smiled politely. “The Pakhan sent us. I'm Maya. " I sat up straighter. “For what?” “To get you ready for tonight.” I stared at them. “Ready for what?” She gave me a look. “The party.” Right. The party I'd agreed to attend in exchange for my runway show. One of the women placed a garment bag across my bed. Another set down the smaller boxes. I stood. “What exactly does ‘get me ready’ mean?” “Everything,” Maya replied. I opened the boxes Shoes. Accessories. Clothes. Then I looked back at the women. “You're serious.” Maya smiled. “The Pakhan was very specific.” Of course he was. I rubbed my forehead. “What did he tell you?” She looked at me

Dominique. " Pardon?" " You heard me. " Nikolai said. " I'm not repeating it." I stood up slowly with my fists clenched by my side. The men were clapping and cheering. One of them pointed at me and gave a signal to the announcer below. The announcer shooed the other pole dancers off the stage and stood in the middle and said. " Attention! Attention! We have a new dancer. An exotic one at that. " Everyone below started cheering. I straightened my back and walked confidently down the stairs. If Nikolai wanted a show, he'll get a show and I'll paint the town red while I'm at it. He had challenged me. I'm not one to back out from a challenge. I took off my leather jacket and flung it at the crowd. They were all shouting and fighting for the jacket. Adrenaline surged through my veins. How I loved attention. The armless net top I had on, went next as I climbed the stage. What was left was my jewellery, platform boots and my leather shorts. I looked up and noticed that Nikol

Nikolai. The club was quiet by the time I decided to leave. Dominique had already fallen asleep again, and I had no intention of waking him. Whatever had happened during the night, he clearly wasn't going to remember much of it in the morning. I stood beside the bed for a moment, watching him sleep. The counting still bothered me. One to one hundred. Then back to one. I had seen fear in his face when I woke him, but the moment he realized where he was, he had shut down and gone back to sleep as though nothing had happened. I didn't pressure him into giving me an answer last night. Not because wasn't curious but because I knew Dominique well enough to understand that forcing an answer out of him would accomplish nothing. A part of me thought it was because I had forced myself on him. I was angry and I couldn't get even place a finger on why I was angry. I wouldn't have done that to him if he had cautioned himself. I left the room and found Roman waiting outside.

Dominique.The venue was already busy when Roman pulled up outside.Staff hurried through the entrance carrying garment bags and equipment, while photographers gathered near the barricades, hoping to catch a glimpse of the designers and models arriving for the show. A few people recognized the car following ours and stepped aside to let us through.I checked my phone before getting out.Marlon had sent me three messages, the last one reading, Dominique, if you make me come out there and drag you inside myself, I swear to God.I smiled despite myself.“He's impatient,” Roman remarked, glancing at my screen.“He's always impatient before a show.”“Sounds exhausting.”“You have no idea.”Roman opened his door. “I'll be outside when you're ready to leave. Call if you need anything.”I nodded, grabbed my bag, and headed inside.The moment I crossed the entrance, someone called my name.“Dominique!”Marlon appeared from behind a rack of clothes, his clipboard tucked beneath one arm. He look