“Not until your father has paid his debt. I told you.”
Lucy had spent the time between Grigori's visits deliberating whether to offer herself to him in exchange for her freedom. He was a very handsome man, just her type, and although not the kind of thing she wanted to do, with him she thought it would be bearable. What her father would think of her if she did that, she didn't know.
“Grigori, do you think I'm attractive?” she began. He looked at her quizzically.
“Why are you asking me?”
“Because I think you're hot. How about it? I'll let you fuck me if you set me free afterward.” She slid next to him on the sofa and put her hand on his leg. “Imagine how nice it would be to feel my firm ass and look at my pert breasts,” she said as her hand slid up toward his bulge.
He took a sharp breath, and she could feel the material in his jeans moving. “No,” he said as his hand slammed onto hers. He pulled her arm away and stood up.
“Look,” she said. She began to open the buttons on her blouse. He watched until she reached the fourth button. When her bra came into view, she noticed a considerable swelling in between his legs.
“Stop,” he said.
“You can have me all,” she added.
He turned away and walked up the stairs. When the light went out, Lucy lay on the sofa and cried. What was she doing? she asked herself. But she was now more convinced than ever that it was the only way to get out of the mess she was in.
An hour later Natasha came back downstairs. This time she was carrying a rope and a gun. “Stand against the pillar, over there,” she said, pointing the gun at Lucy. She obviously wasn't going to chance being overpowered again. Lucy did as she was asked. Natasha held the gun to Lucy's face and ripped open Lucy's blouse. “Ah, what secrets are you hiding under here?” she said as she rubbed the tip of the gun over her bra.
“Fuck off, you moron,” Lucy said.
“No need to be impolite,” Natasha said.
“Take off your pants.”
Lucy looked at her and wondered whether she was bisexual.
“Do it,” she shouted when Lucy didn't move.
Lucy reluctantly lowered her pants and stepped out of them. Natasha picked them up and took her blouse from her. She tied Lucy to the pillar and looked at her. “Now you won't be able to escape,” she said.
Upstairs, Grigori was sitting at the kitchen table, unable to get the image of Lucy's bra from his mind. She was so beautiful, soft and gentle looking, yet she stood her corner and was tough. Just the thought of her lying naked under him as he thrust into her made him hard.
“We'll kill her if her father hasn't paid before the end of the week,” Natasha said when she arrived in the kitchen.
“Are you fucking mental? As far as I know you're not a retard, are you?” Grigori said. “We can't kill her.”
“You asshole. You've thought nothing of killing people before, for much less. Just because she's beautiful, you don't want to shoot her. Well, I will.”
Grigori got up from his chair and took her by the throat. “If you touch her, I'll kick your ass so hard you won't sit down for weeks.”
“And what will my daddy say about that?” she asked as he held her against the wall.
“That's all you can do, isn't it? Run to daddy every time. Well, there will be a day when he's not here anymore.”
“And what are you saying? Are you going to kill him?”
Grigori didn't reply. “I'm gonna see what you've done to her, and if it's bad, I'll put an end to you.”
“Fuck you, Grigori. You're nothing but a two-bit gangster. You’re an asshole, and I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing with you.”
“Well fuck off then,” he shouted. He took her by the hair and pulled her from the kitchen, through the hallway, and out into the front yard. He walked back inside, took her car keys from the hook next to the door, and threw them at her. “Fuck off and don't come back, you ugly bitch.”
*****
“I'm sorry,” Grigori said as he untied Lucy. “I'll fetch a robe for you.” Before he went upstairs, he stopped and looked at her standing in just her bra and panties. He was disappointed in himself when his cock once more began to stiffen at the sight of her. “She's a bitch,” he said when he arrived back with the bathrobe. He held it out for her, and she slipped into it.
“You know my offer still stands. We could have a nice time together,” she said.
“Lucy, you are more beautiful than any woman I've ever seen, and I would like nothing more, but it's not right. When you father pays, as he will, you can go.”
She realized she actually wanted him to say yes to her proposal. She was shocked by the thoughts she was having. She was beginning to have fantasies about the man who only a day ago had put a gun into her father's mouth.
“Sleep on the sofa,” Grigori said. “You won't be tied up again.”