The basement room reeked of smoke and fear, a stark contrast to the glittering casino floors above. A woman sat tied to a chair in the center, her wrists raw from struggling against the rope, her breathing shallow and panicked.
Yelena circled her slowly, heels clicking against the concrete with deliberate rhythm. She raised her hand and struck the woman, sharp c***k of her palm against the woman’s cheek reverberated off the walls.
Blood blossomed on her lip and a whimper escaped, but Yelena’s painted mouth curved into a cold smile.
Two of her men stood like shadows behind her, broad and silent, arms crossed as they watched the scene unfold. A third guard stayed near the door, blocking any chance of escape. Their presence was a reminder that this wasn’t a place where mercy was given, onl
