“You like to play rough? I like to play rough!” Sergey yells as he tries to jump on top of me. We fall off of the bed and wrestle around on the floor. Even though the dictator’s son is sauced, he is not completely incapacitated. He pins me down.
Sergey leans in and tries to stick his tongue in my mouth. I jerk my face away. He slaps me. “I am tired of your f**king games!” Sergey yells. He gets up and grabs me by the hair. The dictator’s son gets on the bed and pulls down his underwear.
The maniac tries to force my face down on his di**ck. Fuck that. I struggle to get out of the bed. He grabs me by the neck. “You will suck my di**ck or I will kill you!” Sergey yells as his eyes bug out. I believe every word of it.
I look down at that di**ck. Then I look at my right hand. More specifically, I look at the big diamond rock on my ring finger. I slowly turn the diamond stud so it faces inside my palm. As I look at Sergey’s seething scowl, I remember Mr. Peak’s words - That diamond is strong enough to rip through skin.
I smile and look into Sergey’s eyes. “Let me pleasure you with my hand so you are nice and hard for my mouth,” I say to the delight of the dictator’s son. Sergey grabs a pillow and lies back. He closes his eyes, ready for the big surprise.
I take a deep breath. I look at that sharp diamond rock. I grab Sergey’s di**ck and violently slash the skin. “Ah!” The dictaor’s son yells. I look down and there is blood everywhere. Blood on my hand, blood on the silk sheets, blood spurting out of Sergey’s di**ck.
Then I run out of the bedroom. My high heels come right off of my feet. Sergey’s screams are unlike any human sound I have ever heard in my life. He sounds inhuman. The mega-yacht is so big, I have trouble finding the exit.
Dammit, I run from one room to the other and can’t find access to the deck. My heart feels like it is ready to explode. As I reach a dead end, it hits me. I am below deck. I run back into a large galley area and find stairs leading up to freedom.
I run up the stairs and see one of Sergey’s massive bodyguards f**king some model from the casino. He looks up at me unsure as to what is going on. I can hear the faint screams from Sergey below deck. If the bodyguard hears those screams, I am f**ked.
I nervously walk around looking for access to the mega-yacht’s deck. The bodyguard gets up and begins to walk towards the stairs. Dammit. I look in every direction. No door. Nothing. Fuck!
I look behind me and see a window. I open the window and climb up. Then I look out of that window. No deck. All I see is water glistening in the moonlight. I hear people begin to scream. That’s it. There’s nowhere to go but down!
I jump out of the window and fall about fifteen feet into the water. My body drops about five feet under the water. It takes me a few moments to regain my composure. I come up for air and begin to swim towards the harbor.
I reach land and climb up onto the sand. My body and my dress is soaking wet. I look behind me and still see Sergey’s giant mega-yacht. I begin to run away from that boat. I look at my watch. It’s 2:45. While it is not quite three o’clock, I have a feeling the whereabouts of General Zhukov is the last thing on Sergey’s mind right now!
My mind races with the instructions given to me by my boss. I am supposed to meet him at a specific street at 3:00 a.m. With all of the insanity of the past few hours I can’t remember the name of that damn street.
Think. Think. Think. I begin to walk down a road whose name I can’t pronounce. I remember it has an American name. Was it the name of a President?
I continue to walk down this street as I see exotic cars racing past me. There are a couple of drunk guys speaking with an American accent. “Excuse me?” I ask. “Is there a street around here named after an American President?”
The first guy just pukes all over the street. The second guy says, “You may be looking for Avenue J.F. Kennedy.” The guy looks me up and down and says, “Why are you so wet?” I don’t answer. I just walk away. Then the drunk American begins to yell, “She fell into the harbor! Ha!”
Avenue J.F. Kennedy? Where is that located? I continue to wander around the streets when I hear a car honk behind me. I turn around and see the high beams of an unfamiliar luxury car. Oh my God. Is that Sergey’s car?!
I just stand there frozen for a moment. There is nowhere to go, nowhere to escape. The car pulls up besides me. The door opens. A large man gets out of the car. However, I can see the man’s face.
“Why are you so wet?” the familiar voice of Mr. Peak booms. It’s my boss - my billionaire master. Tears begin to fall down my cheeks as I run up to him. I jump into his arms. Mr. Peak places me inside of the car and closes the door.