Saving Anya

by Nelson, Latrivia

  “Yes,” Sven answered in a near whisper.

  Dmitry raised his brow at Gabriel and then turned back to Sven as he put one hand in his pocket. “And do you know why you’re here?”

  “Where’s here?” Sven asked, looking around again.

  Anatoly sucked his teeth at Sven’s response and made one intimidating step toward him. “Don’t grow any balls of a sudden,” he snarled. “It will just make chopping them off a little more painful for you.”

  “Here is…my barn. You’re at my chateau in Prague,” Dmitry answered truthfully.

  “That question alone just cost you your life,” Anatoly bit out in a growl. “Any more…questions?”

  “We’re not here to negotiate life or death, Anatoly,” Dmitry reminded, putting his hand on his son’s shoulder to calm him down. “We’re here to discuss what Sven knows. He might be useful to us.”

  “I don’t know anything,” Sven answered quickly.

  “I haven’t asked you any questions yet, Sven. Are you already preparing to be difficult?” Dmitry asked, taking off his suit jacket and passing it to Gabriel.

  Gabriel took it obediently and threw it over his arm. He kept his eyes on Sven, watching his every move critically, looking at all of his body language to determine if and when he lied.

  Dmitry walked up closer to inspect Sven.

  “Did you die your hair blonde or is that natural?” Gabriel asked with a smirk.

  Sven didn’t answer.

  “Looks like a die job to me,” Dmitry joked as he palmed Sven’s head and then pulled his head back, gripping the roots of his hair in his meaty fingers. “Didn’t you know, Gabriel? Our friend Sven is a Nazi. He quite favors blonde hair, blue eyes.” He looked over at Anatoly. “Just your features alone make you more superior to other races, to my daughter and my wife even. Isn’t that right, Sven?” Dmitry asked, tightening his grip on the man’s hair.

  Even though the pain was excruciating, Sven tried to have a backbone. “I have an appreciation for my German history and culture that is all,” Sven corrected.

  “He is preparing to be difficult,” Anatoly said, walking across the barn to a long table where a large potato sack sat. He turned it upside down and poured the contents on the table: vice grips, small torch, knives, salt, sulfuric acid, vinegar and duct tape.

  Sven looked over at the dusty, wooden table and began to stutter. Tears formed at the sides of his eyes though he fought it. “I really don’t know anything. This isn’t necessary. You have to believe me. I am artist. That is all.”

  “We are all more than just what we do for a living,” Dmitry said, letting Sven’s hair go. He wiped his hands on his pants.

  Sven’s voice strained as he pleaded “I don’t know anything.” He shook his head emphatically, hoping that Dmitry would believe him. His badly swollen eye pushed a tear through its puffy lid and it fell to his cheek.

  Dmitry put his fingers to his own lips. “Shh. We’ll get to the screaming and crying in just a bit. For now, boys, would you mind leaving me and my new friend alone?”

  “Sure thing,” Gabe said, giving one final look at Sven. “You know the Nazis lost, right?”

  Sven did not reply. Instead, he kept his eyes on Dmitry.

  “Papa, be careful. He could have…the package,” Anatoly warned like Vladimir had warned him on the plan. He looked at Sven again and shook his head. “I really wouldn’t want to be you right now.” A devious grin crossed his full lips. “Then again, I wouldn’t want to be you period.”

  When both men were gone, Dmitry turned his full attention to Sven. Rolling up the sleeves to his dress shirt, he went over to the table and slipped the lead apron over his clothes. “You’re going to tell me everything I need to know, or I’m going to make the last hours of your life the worse that you’ve ever endured.” He heard Sven’s sobs behind him.

  “I don’t know anything,” Sven said again. “Warum willst du nicht glauben mir nicht?”

  “Why don’t I believe you?” Dmitry asked him, letting the man know that he spoke German fluently. “Denn du bist ein Lügner. Ich kann es in deinen Augen sehen.”

  “I’m not lying. I don’t know…”

  Dmitry cut him off. “If you say that sentence one more time during our visit, then I’m going to cut your nipples off and shove them down your throat,” Dmitry promised. “So unless you really like S & M, don’t push me, young man. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t know anything. I don’t make mistakes like that. And it offends me that you even suggest through your lies that I do make mistakes like that by continuing to deny it.”

  Sven swallowed hard but closed his mouth.

  Turning around with the apron on and a knife in his hand, he pulled a chair over to Sven and sat down. In a chipper voice, he began his interrogation. “First question. Where are Balthazar and my child?”

  “I don’t know.” Sven looked at the sharp, serrated edge of the long knife and frowned.

  Dmitry brought the knife to Sven’s face and looked him in the eyes. He reeked of pure fear. His eyes were wide and afraid, making Dmitry even angrier. The cold blade ran down Sven’s cheek and cut the flesh open in a deep, wide gash.

  Sven cried out in agony, especially when Dmitry poured vinegar into the wound. Avoiding the dripping blood at his son’s advice, Dmitry sat back in the chair and waited for a minute. Placing the knife beside him on the dirty ground beneath him, he put his elbows on his knees.

  “Where could Balthazar possibly be?” Dmitry finally asked.

  “Croatia or South Africa. He has homes in both,” Sven offered quickly.

  “Which one of the two is he more likely to be at now?”

  Sven thought hard. “Croatia.”

  “Why?”

  “The home in South Africa is so far away. He normally only goes there when he plans to stay for a while, a few months at least. And he normally has it prepped first, before his arrival. He never told me to prep it or had anyone else prep it, so he must not have been going there.”

  “Where in Croatia does he have a home?” Dmitry clenched his jaw.

  Sven stuttered, “I’ve…I’ve only been there once. Normally, we stay in Geneva. It’s nearer his businesses. He’s a strategic planner for Bach and Lidenman, very similar to America’s Blackwater.”

  “So you don’t know the location of the home in Croatia?”

  “I’ve only been there once, and it was many years ago.”

  “What does he normally strategically plan for in his job?” Dmitry asked, picking the knife back up.

  “It’s a black bag company. He plans covert operations for operatives who go into third world countries to extract those who have been kidnapped and he gives consultation to paramilitary forces.”

  “And he’s massed enough money for three homes doing this strategic planning?” Dmitry probed.

  “He also makes money… elsewhere,” Sven hesitated. He looked at Dmitry and wondered if he should continue, but the look in Dmitry’s eyes told him that he had no choice.

  “Go on,” Dmitry said growling.

  “He makes money putting children from those countries on the black market for sale.” Sven watched Dmitry’s eyes, but they were void of all emotion.

  “He’s a slave driver, eh?” Dmitry said with a half-grin that sent chills down Sven’s back.

  “Yes,” Sven said, looking at Dmitry’s knife.

  “And you’re okay with this as long as they are not German and white?” Dmitry asked.

  “He’s a grown man. I can’t control him.”

  “I like that theory. Because you see, I am a grown man too,” Dmitry smiled. His accent became thicker. “And you can’t control what I’m going to do to you. At least we understand each other. Now, when was he going to send for you? After he brokered the deal on my daughter or before?”

  Sven watched the knife as he came closer to his eye. “Two days from now he said that he would call and tell me where to go after he got his part of the ransom and sold the girl
to Upheil Kalensko.”

  Dmitry shook his head. “See, you do know something. Now, let us hope that you know more. How do Manon and Vladimir fit into this plan of Balthazar’s?”

  “Vladimir is the brain child behind the idea. He came up with it after he found out his father was in the last stages of cancer and was cutting him out of any part of his inheritance. When Vladimir found out that all the money was going to you, he flipped. He reached out to Balthazar, who -for a fee- provided Vladimir and Manon with the men for the abduction, the place to house the girl and the money to fund the operation upfront. Vladimir would have never been able to fund it otherwise, because his father has him on a very strict allowance.”

  “What did your lover do in exchange for?”

  “One third of the money,” he said, looking down at his slacks that were now dripping with blood. He hated the sight of blood, but seeing his own made him want to pass out.

  “And Manon?” Dmitry, said getting his attention again by snapping his fingers. “Stay with me.” Dmitry could see him getting lightheaded.

  “She is Vladimir’s girlfriend. From what Balthazar has told me, they have been together for years. She really didn’t bring much to the plan, but it was her contact, Corliss, who kept them maintain a reasonable lifestyle for years and provided them with the favors that Khalid would not. Corliss was a small-time arms dealer with an allegiance to the Czar Smirnov before he…passed. So, he had taken care of Manon, and because she was in love with Vladimir, and he had been thrown away by Khalid in some ways, Corliss helped him also. Plus, he always wanted to be a Vor, but was never chosen, so to have ties with Vladimir provided him with a certain societal tie that fed to his ego. That was something that Corliss couldn’t buy.”

  “Makes sense,” Dmitry said with a sigh. “Anything else?”

  “No,” Sven swore. “That is everything that I know.”

  Dmitry patted his back. “I believe you.” Standing up, Dmitry walked over to the table and picked up the duct tape.

  Sven looked over confused. “But I’ve told you everything that I know,” he whined.

  Dmitry tilted his head and smiled. “I know. But what I’m about to do isn’t just for my daughter, it’s for every child you knowingly did nothing to help.” Picking up the sulfuric acid, he slipped the white mask over his face and turned to him. “Don’t worry. I’m sure that you’ll pass out before I’m done, and I promise you that what you will suffer won’t be half as horrid as your boyfriend when I get him.”

  Sven screamed. He screamed as loud as his throat would allow him to, nearly shattering his voice box, but Dmitry had turned a deaf ear to the man’s cries. He planned to remind Sven before he died about what true pain and misery felt like – the same pain and misery those children must have felt.

  ***

  It was after dark when Dmitry emerged from the barn. His bodyguards were still waiting in the cold at their posts where he had left them for hours, freezing their asses off.

  However, they were all glad that they weren’t in Sven’s place. He had screamed and begged Dmitry for mercy for hours without one ounce shown. They all had listened as Dmitry taunted him for both his love for the Nazi’s and his sympathetic views on child slavery.

  The man had been made to pay a high price that had included having his penis cut off, his fingers broken, his tongue cut out and lastly choking on his own blood while Dmitry held his head back and water boarded him with a mix of sulfuric acid, vinegar and salt water.

  A few of the men followed Dmitry quietly back up to the back of the house. He moved with purpose, like he was headed to torture someone else before the night was finished.

  Covered in blood from head to toe, he made sure to go undetected to his office. However, it was only after he had taken off all of his clothes and threw them in the fire that he realized that he did not have any clothes in the room like normal.

  Completely naked, he stood in front of the fireplace and tried to calm the lion beating in his chest. The very sight of Sven had made him sick to the stomach, and no matter how he tortured the man, he still felt like it wasn’t enough.

  Pouring a hefty glass of vodka, he walked over and looked out the bay windows at the full moon and wished his daughter was safely home now instead of being held captive by a Nazi loving, homosexual, slave-peddling kidnapper.

  It was like some bad dream that he couldn’t wake up from no matter how hard he tried. He was tired of the burden that he carried, and he wanted it done already. It had only been since Monday, but it seemed to be an eternity since she had been taken from him.

  The misery inside him, regardless of how impossible it seemed, had grown even beyond when she had first been abducted.

  Lost in his thoughts, he barely heard the door open. He turned around, glass still in-hand, and looked across the room to find Briggy frozen with a tray in her hands.

  “Dmitry!!! I mean, Master Medlov,” she tried to look away but was taken aback by his enormous, beautiful body. It was a supersized version of Gabriel. Most unexpected, she put the tray down on the nearest table and turned away.

  “Dmitry is fine,” he said, too pissed off to be embarrassed. “Since you’re here, run up to my room and grab me some clothes. You can bring them down and leave them at the door, thank you,” he said, turning back around.

  Briggy nodded and turned around quickly to head out. Slamming the door behind herself accidently, she ran past the bodyguards and down the corridor to get his clothes.

  Dmitry took another sip of his drink and smirked. From the surprise on Briggy’s face, she had never seen so many tattoos or so many inches on a man. Even married, it gave him some weird satisfaction to see her fascination. It was too bad that his wife couldn’t sate his desires. After killing, the only thing he ever wanted to do was fuck.

  Looking at the grandfather clock in the corner, he knew that he had to hurry. The council would be ready to meet with him and Gabriel in less than an hour. After that, he needed to prepare his men to head to Croatia. He would have left now, but there was the limited possibility that someone or all might not return. In that regard, he couldn’t let Gabriel go to the battle of his life without the title he appropriately deserved.

  Plus, the next call wouldn’t take place for the second part of the ransom until tomorrow after the hit had been made in Belarus, which meant that he could get the information from Agent Langston that he couldn’t extract from Sven.

  For now, all he could do was pray that time was on his side and continue to be very strategic in all of his movements.

  Chapter 27

  Briggy tried to shake what she had just seen out of her mind after she dropped Dmitry’s clothes off at the door of his study and high-tailed it back upstairs as fast as her feet would take her, but it was nearly impossible.

  She had always seen the man as a father figure until now but naked, Dmitry was more like a wet dream. Elaborate tattoos lined his powerful frame from neck to knees. The muscles that outlined his body were amazing from the traps that protruded out of his neck to the puffed, meaty chest that stuck out and bulged, begging to be touched. His amazing six pack cut into his abdomen like rocks and led down to his more than generous cock, one that was larger than she’d ever seen on a man. He had dynamic runner legs carved to perfection and his bolder-sized calf muscles led down to his big arched feet.

  But that wasn’t it.

  When he had turned away from her, she was forced to bear witness to his spectacular back equally filled with mature muscle and his amazing, perfectly-shaped ass.

  What didn’t this man have? Because physically, he was more equipped than any she had seen, and while he was old enough to be her father, she’d never see him as a father figure again.

  “What are you doing in here?” Gabriel asked as he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Walking over to her on the bed, he sat down beside her and kissed her shoulder.

  “Nothing,” she stuttered with a nervous smile. “I was just sittin
g here thinking.”

  “About what?” Lying back on the bed, he rested his arms back and crossed them behind his head.

  Briggy looked over at him and realized that what she was feeling was turned on. Dmitry had turned her on, just by looking at her. Confused with emotion, she crawled over on Gabriel’s massive body and straddled him. Pulling his towel away from his waist, she crawled in between his long legs and took his half-hard penis in her mouth.

  Gabriel licked his lips. “What were you thinking about?” he asked, cupping her head in his hand. Amused, he watched as she sucked on his tip and teased her with the point of her eager tongue. “Deeper,” he said, getting more serious.

  She did as he requested. Licking down his shaft, she held it in both hands and jacked him off. “Je veux que tu l'intérieur de moi (I want you inside of me),” she whispered in French, watching him grow so hard until she felt like she was holding steel in between her nimble fingers.

  “What has gotten into you, little rabbit?” he asked, closing his eyes. Her fleshy mouth felt like heaven around his cock. Moving his hips up, he moved in and out until the sucking sound of her deeds drove him over the edge. “Take off your fucking clothes,” he said, pulling her up to him. “I’m supposed to be going to my induction in less than an hour and you do this to me now? You’re going to pay.”

  “Make me pay,” she begged as she ripped off her clothes. “Please, Mr. Medlov, make me pay.” As she said the name, she knew that she meant more than just one Medlov. In fact, she envisioned all three.

  “I’ll do more than that,” he said, pulling down her jeans. “I’m going to make you beg.”

  Gabriel didn’t have time to slip on a condom. Rolling her over in the bed, he pulled off her panties, opened her legs wide and plunged into her body with everything that he had. She screamed out in ecstasy in harmony with him, closing her eyes, arching her back and holding on to his back as he wildly pumped into her.

  Wetter than normal, the thick liquid that gushed from her body stuck to the both of them. He looked down and groaned. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet,” he said, knees planted in the bed.