Page 26 of Code of Captivity

Chapter 18

Ania

Master gave me his T-shirt and a pair of jogging pants that drowned me but since he didn’t want my bunny tail or breasts out on display for the tattoo artist it had to do. The man had brought his own padded table but I could feel his nervous energy as he worked on my back. I didn’t blame him with Master sitting at his desk two feet away from us.

The insistent buzzing noise continued the pain wasn’t bad unless it hit where the whip mark was. Master insisted on getting it done today against the tattoo artists advice. Apparently, the entire tattoo was supposed to be done in stages. I blushed thinking about last night, but I shook it off. Rurik deserved a happy life with his children and a new start with their mother. Although I wish he would cancel his meeting with Master. He had a short temper and a number of men who would take lives without blinking an eyelid. I glanced at the murderous hands.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Well, his tattoos. He had the Bratva star on his pointer finger and a black rectangular shape with a cross in the middle. The next finger had two bones crossed over, and the smallest finger was two triangles with the points facing each other like an hourglass. It had some kind of symbol over it, but I couldn’t make it out. I knew the top part of his hand had a five-point star saying ‘death to trash,’ but that was for the police. Then again, this was Adrik Ilyin. He probablymeant it for all humans—those cruel, harsh, well-manicured fingers.

“Did you need something, bunny?” Master asked causing me to glance away from his hands. “You’re looking—hungry.”

The truth was the needle in my back, plus looking at those large hands and what they did to me last night, was affecting me.

“How much longer will it take?” Master asked impatiently tapping his fingers on his desk. The buzz from the gun stopped and the man cleared his throat.

“It shouldn't take any more than another thirty minutes.”

Master nodded, and glanced at me before he focused on his work again. I closed my eyes and tried to drift away from the dark thoughts of my new life as a Bratva slave.

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Master was inspecting my back while Viktor led the tattoo artist out. As soon as the wooden door closed Master yanked the white T-shirt off my head and pushed the jogging pants down until they slid to the ground. He traced the tattoo on my back. The skin was stinging with a prickly sensation. The man had left Master some aftercare instructions.

“Do you want to know what is on your back, bunny?” he asked bending me over his desk.

“Yes, Master,” I said resting my elbows on the desk.

“Adrik’s pain slut,” he said, stroking my ass. “This is what I want to see when I fuck you, Bunny.”

I couldn't even react to his words because what I thought didn't matter. My vivid nightmare last night left me shaken. It took me a long time to get back to sleep after envisioning Rurikin the evil Doctor’s chair. I shivered, remembering the blood and the sound of the saw.

“Yes, Master,” I said softly. If the Pakhan wanted complete submission, then that is what he would get.

I thought of the pictures Rurik sent me of his children. They deserved a father who loved them and would protect them at any cost. I dipped my head and discreetly wiped the tears from my eyes.

Master slapped my ass. “Good Bunny. Get my clothes on and hop upstairs, strip and lie on my bed.”

“Literal hopping on the stairs, Master?” I asked with a frown because that seemed unnecessary.

“No, it was a figure of speech, silly Bunny,” he said. “I will be up shortly I have a meeting.”

“Yes, Master,” I said stretching my back out. The tattoo had taken a long time.

There was a knock on the door as I finished putting the clothes back on. It was Viktor again. The man pissed me off to no end. He was every bit as brutal as the Pakhan.

“Viktor, escort bunny to my room. I don't want anyone sniffing around her while we have everyone our meeting,” Master said but he looked at Viktor a little strangely.

I couldn't put my finger on it and looked at the other brute, but he was as stoic as he always was.

“Da, Pakhan,” he said before he held the door open as if he were a reformed gentleman.

When I stepped outside, I saw a few men at the far side of the hallway. They stopped talking before looking me up and down. I turned to see if Viktor was coming, but he was speaking toMaster. The men had similar tattoos to Viktor; they all had the three-dimensional Bratva stars.

“Come along,Krolik, I don't have all day,” Viktor said walking past me, leaving me to glare after him.

He had darker hair than Master and black eyes like a fucking demon. He was a big bastard and I ran after him to catch up to him.

“Wait where are we going?” I asked when he walked away from the staircase.

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