The Devil's Handshake (12 page)

Seduction plans over, Thomas put down the
Champagne flute followed by his whiskey glass on the table and then
quickly walked to the bed, but, not before he had picked up the
pair of cutters for the flexi-cuffs that had been left for him by
Mikhail.

“
Okay, Mikhail, I get the
message!” Thomas thought, as he sat on the bed.

Drawn by her seductive beauty he listened for
a few seconds to Nara’s heavy panicked breathing. Then like a moth
to the flame drawn to her pretty face he gently touched it. The
action immediately caused her to shake followed by a scream through
her gag.

“
You bloody idiot!” he
scolded his mind, realizing because she couldn’t see the poor girl
must have been terrified by his sudden unwanted touch. “Get control
of yourself,” he ordered his brain.

“
GUNARA,” Thomas said
firmly, “ENOUGH,” in Russian.

She screamed louder. Needing to take control
quickly of the situation without a word Thomas roughly flipped from
her side to her back forcing the blanket off her in the
process.

Screaming this time from the pain in her
shoulders as her body fell on her hands behind her back and because
of the unknown of what was about to happen to her, Thomas took her
head firmly in his hand then pulled her back by her hair.

“
Gunara, ENOUGH,” in Russian
he repeated. “You have two choices, you must submit to my will and
please me, or I give you back to Oleg,” he continued using the
terrible words as a shock tactic to try and get calm her down with
the threat of a bigger fear. “Your choice?” he added in a softer
tone. “Nod once if you want me to send you back to Oleg?” he
concluded using the return to Oleg clutches like the ultimate fear
factor.

It worked instantly. He could see Nara’s fear
fueled mind had started to calm down. She shook her head
frenziedly. It appeared the mention of sending her back to Oleg had
terrified her more than what he was about to do her, although he
could help but look at incredible breasts as the continued to rise
and fall as the result of her heavy breathing.

“
Good,” he said as he
removed her blindfold to be greeted with terrified tear filled
eyes. Immediately Thomas felt terribly guilty.

“
S-i-r…I b-e-g d-o-n-’t” she
said breathlessly once he removed the gag and then gulping as she
said the words.

“
Please don’t send me back
to Oleg Mälikgulyýewiç,” she added, tears arriving in full flow
like a waterfall down her face.

“
Thomas,” he whispered to
calm her. “Call me Thomas,” he repeated this time taking a tear and
brushing it away from her face and stroking her cheek
softly.

Still breathing heavily and thus continuing
to provide Thomas with the absolutely wonderful sight of her
breasts while trying to cross her legs because she was still naked.
She closed her eyes and then nodded.

“
Thom…as,” she said
slowly.

Nara’s mind was in turmoil.

Earlier, she had been absolutely terrified
when Yuri had dragged her out of the club and back to her little
flat. She thought despite what happened in the club with that
strange Oligarch buying her, he was still going to kill her. Only
that didn’t happen; instead he asked her where her papers and
passport were.

“
I don’t have one, Yuri,”
she had replied and earnt a hard slap across her face in
response.

“
Don’t lie to me ganjyk. I
know you do. We own this fucking country, everybody knows Oleg’s
Mälikgulyýewiç girls!” he had said with evil intent.

Shaking with fear knowing now that even after
paying one thousand U.S. dollars for her documents that it appeared
that Oleg had known all along about her intentions to escape to
Dubai, she did as she was told and gave them to him.

Ordering her to strip, fearing the worst she
had initially refused, but when he pulled out his famous knife she
wet herself for the first time since the terrible night she had
been raped by Oleg as a child.

“
N-O!” she had repeatedly
screamed in Russian as he ripped at the material of her
outfit.

“
Don’t worry ganjy, you’re
not the Boss’s property anymore. So stop pissing! And fucking turn
around,” he had ordered whilst laughing. “I am not that fucking
stupid!” he had added before he tossed and turned her around and
bound her wrists behind her back with the flexi cuffs that he had
pulled out of his pocket as he had known all about the rumors of
what had happened those that had crossed the English Oligarch in
past. A death sentence if he touched something that wasn’t his was
most definitely not on his agenda.

Having gagged and blindfolded her, Yuri then
pushed her on to bed so he could put a set of flexi cuffs on her
ankles thus binding them together to stop her from trying to run
away.

Finishing off his interpretation of “suitably
delivered,” he tore off all off her remaining clothes so to leave
her naked with tears rolling down her face from the shame.

Then with a rough pull of her arm he lifted
her limp body up and placed her over his shoulder, then promptly
walked out of the little apartment along the corridor and down the
stairs as her scared neighbors quickly closed their doors before he
reached them, out through the apartment’s entrance until he reached
the black Mercedes S500 waiting outside.

Shoving her roughly in front of him first, he
got in by the side of her. Once the door was closed they sped off
towards the Sheraton.

As they made their way through the city, with
her head pulled into Yuri groin forcing the terrified Nara to smell
not just his strong perfume, but also the foul smell from his
private parts in the process, she willed herself to ignore the
groping of her breasts. She shut her eyes despite them already been
covered.

“
Allah. Am I going to die?”
she asked but didn’t receive an answer.

Finally, the car stopped. As he got out of
car Nara heard the voice she had heard earlier.

“
Yuri, for the love of god!
Give the poor girl some respect!” the voice said as she felt a hand
grasp her arm and drag her out of the car.

“
Your boss said suitably
prepared, so fuck off!” Yuri responded with venom.

“
Here’s the Jelep’s papers,”
he said as she felt Yuri roughly hand her over to what she assumed
was another person, as while the hand was firm it wasn’t
rough.

Suddenly Nara felt a jacket being put over
her and then buttoned up at the front followed by the voice
saying,

“
I will keep you
blindfolded, so you don’t have to look upon your shame… while I get
you upstairs,” in Russian.

As he picked her up in his arms she felt him
carry her into what she assumed was the elevator. Then after a few
moments as she heard the doors open again and felt her body being
carried down another corridor and then into what she assumed was a
room before finally another room where she was gently placed on a
bed.

As she felt the jacket being removed to leave
her naked again, fearing her rape was about to begin Nara started
breathing heavily only to calm down again when a blanket was placed
on her,

“
Don’t worry,” the voice
said. “He won’t hurt you.”

What seemed like hours to her, but was, in
fact, was only forty-five minutes Nara suddenly felt the presence
of a person in the room and then, to her horror sit on the bed.

Fearing her second rape of the day was about
to begin as she felt the hand of the person touch her face, she
started screaming into the gag. Suddenly, she felt herself being
flipped her over. Immediately a searing pain tore through her
shoulders. She whimpered.

“
It is the person who bought
me from Oleg!” her mind had raced as she recognized the
voice.

Ordered to calm down by him she only stopped
screaming when his words sunk in that if she didn’t, he would send
her back to Oleg. Willing her mind to be strong as the blindfold
came off, her eyes fixed on him.

Listening to him and fearing him now as the
new Oleg in her life, she prepared herself for the worse, only that
didn’t happen!

Yes, she could see immediately he desired her
by the way he looked up and down at her body, but instead to her
surprise he cut her bonds off, one by one then surprised her
further as she tried to cover her naked vulnerability when he got
up and went to the bathroom.

Nara looked around to gather her bearings.
She knew instantly where she was, having spent many an hour in the
hotel’s bedrooms but due to the fact she was naked without clothes
she decided against making a break for it. Instead, her mind
focused on the telephone.

“
Do I call Mama?” she had
thought before dismissing it. She knew her poor mother was still in
shock from the attack of the afternoon. She couldn’t ask her to
come to the hotel.

“
It will send her over the
edge,” she bitterly concluded as he wandered back into the room
holding out for her a long robe with his eyes turned
away.

Still half crazed Nara snatched it from him.
Then he surprised her again. He kept his eyes shut while she put it
on.

“
That’s odd!” she thought,
bearing in mind how he had already seen her naked moments ago, but
she didn’t complain. Men were always strange. It appeared this one
was no different.

Her modesty covered, Thomas opened his eyes,
opened the champagne expertly then handed her a flute.

“
Nostroviya,” he said
looking into her eyes where upon he drank his whiskey in his other
hand.

Suspiciously, Nara returned his toast in an
effort to satisfy him as she took a gulp of champagne to calm her
mind. “Who is this strange, powerful oligarch?” she asked herself.
She didn’t get a chance to find out. He took over.

“
Now, why don’t you tell me
your story,” he ordered as he made his way to the sofa in the
bedroom by the wall as she gingerly sat down on the bed and
continued to stare at him.

To please him, as she would do when with Oleg
or his many clients, she told him her story including to her
surprise some of the worst bits for the next hour before exhausted
from the stress of her day and the realization that the “strange
man” who had bought her wasn’t going to rape her, she felt herself
falling into a restless sleep.

Watching the beautiful woman-child fall into
a half sleep, Thomas knew without a shadow of doubt that this
intoxicating young sensual creature of the Turkmenistan Mountains
was the first love of his life.

“
Such a determination to
survive,” he had thought with admiration as he listened to her tell
her story and how she became one of Oleg’s women. Keeping his
counsel on the fact that she had been just a child of thirteen at
the time had revolted him. He had known many women over the years
in Russia who used prostitution to feed and support their families.
He never judged them. Indeed he often enjoyed their company, this
though was completely different.

“
She was a baby!” he
bitterly thought. As far Thomas was concerned, the fault lay with
her father. He had seen many things on his travels, but the selling
your own daughter to clear your debts. It had turned his stomach as
she told him just as it was still doing now.

He made a decision. He would be her guardian
no matter what destiny she wanted to choose for herself.

Seeing she was asleep, he got up from the
sofa. He lifted up the blanket that had been discarded earlier and
so as not to disturb her, as he could see the emotional exhaustion
on her face, covered her with it.

He took one last look at her sleeping form.
He smiled at her. Then he walked out of the bedroom and closed the
door behind him.

The next morning, as she woke to get her
bearings like she always did where or whoever’s bed she was in for
the night when on duty for Oleg, the beautiful teenager found a red
Nike tracksuit, panties, a white t-shirt and some trainers at the
bottom of the bed.

Getting up, Nara then on tiptoe walked into
the bathroom to take a shower, where to her surprise she also found
a fully stocked ladies makeup bag from Chanel on the side. Again
she asked herself all the while looking at the expensive makeup
bag, “Who is this man?”

As the power jets of the walk-in shower hit
her body, the water doing its job, she reflected with a clearer
understanding that he was certainly strange.

“
He had bought me! Although
he had touched me, he didn’t take me! Then once I submitted to his
will he promptly changed again into the respectful man that I had
met with Mama? Questions? Questions?”

Thoughts raced through her mind as the spray
continued to hit her body.

Finally ending her shower she asked a
respectful question of Allah. “Have you sent me a guardian or the
devil’s illusion?”

Finishing her makeup, her hair now tied back,
dressed in the tight satin tracksuit with the trainers on, Nara
walked out of the bedroom into the lounge of the suite to find her
guardian or foe sitting at the main table with his blonde
bodyguard.

“
Good morning, Gunara,
please come and join us,” Thomas offered on seeing her enter the
room. He stood up respectfully

Nodding her head dutifully to both men
although incredibly nervous, Nara gingerly took up his offer and as
she did so, his bodyguard who was with him in Oleg’s office and the
restaurant introduced himself.

“
My name is Mikhail,” he
said offering his hand smiling to her. Taking it, Nara smiled,
instantly recognizing his voice as belonging to the person who
carried up to this room and tried to protect her privacy in the
process.