Nastya's eyelids fluttered open, the room spinning as she tried to focus. Kirill's harsh voice cut through the fog in her brain. "Get dressed," he ordered, tossing a bandeau top and a skirt with matching panties onto her lap.
She sat up, wincing at the pain in her head, and noticed the lust in Arsen's gaze as Kirill seated her on the sofa. Kirill egged Arsen on, allowing him to pull Nastya onto his lap. His inexperienced hands wandered under her skirt, making her heart race. The guys continued their card game and drank tea, acting as if nothing unusual was happening.
Arsen's timid touch made Nastya's cheeks burn. He unbuttoned his jeans, exposing his erection, and commanded Nastya to pleasure him. She hesitated, but Kirill's cruel smile sent a shiver down her spine. Arsen struggled, his fumbling attempts only heightening the humiliation.
Kirill watched, a twinge of jealousy in his eyes, but he remained entertained. Max, unable to resist, exposed Nastya's breasts and began to masturbate. Her defenseless state aroused him, and he forced her to take him in her mouth, finishing inside.
Nastya, tears streaming down her face, was left to endure the humiliation. Kirill reminded her that she belonged to him, marking his territory. The men returned to their card game as if nothing had happened, leaving Nastya sitting among them, a broken doll.
Kirill's cruel laughter filled the room, a chilling reminder of her helplessness. Nastya, defeated, wondered if there was any way to escape this nightmare. She was strong, controlling, and direct, but against these men, she was powerless.
Nastya took a deep breath, her mind racing as she tried to think of a plan. She knew she couldn't stay here, not after what they had done. She had to find a way to escape, to get away from Kirill and his cruel games.
But how? She was outnumbered, outmatched, and out of options. She was trapped, and she knew it.
Kirill leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "You're mine," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And don't you forget it."
Nastya nodded, her throat dry. She couldn't fight them, not now. She would have to bide her time, to wait for the right moment to escape.
But she knew it wouldn't be easy. She was in deep, and getting out would be a challenge.
For now, she would have to play along, to pretend that she was okay with this. But she knew it was only a matter of time before she made her move.
She would escape, no matter what it took. She was strong, controlling, and direct, and she wouldn't let these men break her.
Nastya stood up, her legs shaking, and made her way to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and took a deep breath. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
She was a mess, but she wouldn't let it break her. She would find a way out, no matter what it took.
For now, she would have to play along. But she was already planning her escape, her mind racing as she thought of a way to get out of this nightmare.
She would be free, no matter what it took. She was strong, controlling, and direct, and she wouldn't let these men break her.
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