Telica
Jan 17,2020, Moscow Russia
I wanted to cry. My body ached but that wasn’t why I wanted to sob. I trusted Willie and he handed me over to the Russian Ivan. I’m not sure what I expected that sadist to look like but it wasn’t like a handsome model. His long blonde, wavy, shoulder length locks hung past his broad shoulders and his eyes were the color of amethyst jewels. I wasn’t fooled by his good looks because I knew a monster lurked underneath his alabaster skin.
At least I wasn’t chained to a wall.
I was sitting on a bed. The room was dark and depressing. The long curtains were black and hung to the floor. The furniture was spacious, modern, and dark. The dressers were mahogany and the lamps were platinum and glass. Ivan must love the colors black, clear, and dark brown.
He grip
