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My heart beat erratically as I turned to face my personal demon. Vova Volkov, the man who had held me captive fifteen years ago. I broke out in a sweat and my breathing became labored. Combined with the blood loss, my head was spinning.
“Kotik, long time no see,” he smirked. He looked older, but still had a menacing presence, maybe even more so than before. His long blonde hair had a little grey mixed into it now, wrinkles marked his once smooth skin, but he remained a mountain of a man. He seemed taller. Taut muscles were on display in his tight-fitting clothes. He still had the same cold glint in his eyes, the ice blue eyes that had tormented me for years. I felt the walls closing in on me.
“When I saw you in the surveillance footage, I just had to have a little reunion. Did yo
