Page 30 of Code of Captivity

I shook my head and pointed to the laptops.

Viktor walked over to stand beside Master as he opened the laptops.

“Ublyudok,” Viktor muttered.Motherfucker.

“Can we hand it in to the police anonymously?” I asked

“Nyet,” Master said, rubbing his beard. “We never involve the police, but I need him to get my work done, and we can deal with him in our own way.”

“As in, eliminate him?” I asked hopefully. If the man was well connected, a police report might not work. I’d encountered thismore times than I could count, and when I followed up on the cases, not all police in all the various countries did anything about it.

They both looked at one another before looking at me, making me tug on the edge of my T-shirt.

“Such a bloodthirsty Bunny,” Master drawled. “Viktor will take care—eliminate him once we get what we want.”

“Thank you, Master,” I said, sagging in relief.

I turned around to take the bin out of the room, but Master stopped me.

“Leave it. You’re not dressed appropriately. Viktor will take it out.”

I grinned but tried to smother it before I turned around, but Viktor’s groan made me smile. He walked toward me and yanked the bin from my hands. His phone began to vibrate, and I had to look away before I lost it. I left his number on several gay forum websites. I’m sure he had plenty of hot men calling him with the advert I left about him.

“I forget how fragile women are,” Master mused as he sat down again.

“I’m hardly fragile, Master,” I said with a frown, thinking about all the fucked up shit he put me through.

“Emotionally.”

“And men don’t have emotions?” I asked curiously as I sat back down.

“I don’t,” he said, avoiding my eyes to look at his screen.

“Not even for Viktor?” I asked since he seemed to have a bond with him.

“Simple camaraderie,” he said.

“And if he died?”

“I would make Pyotr my guard.”

“Did you feelanythingwhen you saw those pictures?”

His lips were pursed tightly. “No,” he gritted out. “Get back to work.”

He was lying.

“Yes, Master,” I said quietly because, in a few days, Rurik was due to meet Master. I was grateful that they would deal with the politician, and that was enough for me because I couldn't erase the images I found from my mind. The young girls coming into Adrik’s whorehouse training centre didn't seem to be vetted for age, but this wasn't a subject I could address at this point. Perhaps I was gullible to still have hope.

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He was in a dark mood tonight. It followed him around like a gloomy cloud hanging over his head, and when we got upstairs, it was confirmed when he went into the closet. I pulled my T-shirt up to add some moisturiser to my tattooed back. He could have made it much larger, but the overall design was classy, with the Russian wording creating a square with his name on top.

Master came out of the closet holding a black bag and a black mask with long bunny ears. He had a grim smile on his face as he tossed the bag on the bed. The bag looked heavy, and when I looked up, he was gone. However, he came out of the bathroom with towels. He spread two towels out on the bottom of the bed before turning to look at me.

“Take my T-shirt off and put on your bunny mask,” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt cuff.

“Yes, Master,” I said, rubbing the excess cream into my back.

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