Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“And now your dreams are becoming a reality.”
She wasn’t going to slap him. Her parents would be so pissed with her if she did. Mikhail was doing this on purpose to get a rise out of her.
On the night of their engagement party, her father had told her they were going to a formal event. From the moment they walked through the main doors, it had been one surprise after another.
Galina tried to ignore him, but Mikhail had always been a master at getting under her skin.
“You know what this means?” Mikhail asked.
“What?”
“That I was right when I said one day soon, I was going to fuck you until you begged and screamed for it. I was right.”
Galina had forgotten about that night, when they were eighteen at graduation. There had been a huge party at Belsky High. The grounds were in a secure and private location, so no one could come in or out without Security being alerted. She never drank or partied, but seeing as it was her last day in high school, and from then on everything would be done in a college of her father’s choosing, or from home. Those were her father’s rules. He had told her from the beginning she would be married to a man of his choosing, and it wouldn’t be for love or anything other than business. She’d accepted her fate, so on the last night of fake freedom, she drank two shots of tequila, hoping to drown her sorrows, and try to see the chance of a better tomorrow.
With the shot glass in her hand and the bottle of tequila, she’d walked around the school, every now and then toasting to some of the worst years of her life.
At the main lockers, she had remembered all the times Mikhail had pushed her against them, at one point bruising her shoulder and side. During swimming, those bruises had been visible for everyone to see, even teachers. No one said anything, and no one cared. Strange, though, after that point, Mikhail never pushed her into the lockers again.
Then, of course, he would stuff condoms into her locker, and she was pretty sure some of them were used. There was always some other ungodly shit placed in her locker. After her stop at the locker rooms, she’d gone to the gym and the swimming pool. More memories of her clothes being stolen, and she had no choice but to run through the halls with only a towel on. The culprit: Mikhail, of course.
It was like they arrived at school, and his target for cruelty had been her. She stopped at all the classrooms until she finally made it back to her dorm room. She didn’t have to share with anyone, so her room was her own space. Stepping inside, she’d been shocked to see Mikhail was there sitting on the edge of her bed. Much to her surprise, he held a key.
“Do you know how long I’ve had this?” Mikhail asked.
She didn’t know the answer to that, and she also didn’t want to know the answer to that, so she’d stayed completely quiet.
He laughed. It was a rather forced laugh.
“I’ve had this for as long as you’ve been here. Dad told me you were coming, and I made sure to have a second key made, just in case.”
“Why would you need a second key?”
Mikhail didn’t answer. In fact, she had come to realize he never answered that question. Just pocketed the key, and then got to his feet.
“Well, Galina, do you want to be a naughty girl tonight?”
“What?”
“Let’s lose that precious virginity of yours. We all know it’s useless, and will only be wasted on some ugly fat guy your father chooses.” He began to chuckle at whatever joke was going on inside his head.
“Over my dead body. There’s no way in hell I’d ever be with you, so get the hell out of my room, and give me back my key.”
She tried to grab the key from his pocket, but he grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in close, so she had no choice but to look at him.
“No way in hell?” This made him chuckle. “Oh, my sweet, precious Galina, you’re going to regret those words. One day soon, I’m going to make you beg and scream for me. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget everything, even your own name.”
Galina pulled out of the memory. That night, Mikhail had shocked her further. After his threat or promise—she wasn’t entirely sure which it was—he’d then kissed her, hard. It had been her first and only kiss. After he’d left, she vowed never to drink tequila again.
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Mikhail didn’t like crowds. He knew how to work them, and it helped that most people were afraid of him. At twenty-two years of age, he’d already garnered a reputation for being mean.