Chapter 7 7. Anne - Leaving 2

It doesn’t take long for a reply to pop up on my screen: And? Do you think this will save you from having to send me my monthly payment? Try it and see what happens. I know how fucking ugly you are, but I wasn’t aware that you are dumb as well. Although… I should have realized it the moment I met you.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip.

Another message pops onto my screen. If you are late with the payment once more, I will teach you a lesson you will never forget. Stupid cunt. Stupid and ugly. Your face gives me nightmares.

I inhale sharply.

Don’t let those ugly words get to you.

Those words–ugly or not–are true.

I archive the messages before I scroll through the texts between Vasiliy and me.

“Ебать’ меня,” the flight attendant moans. Fuck me.

“Встань на колени, сучка, и покажи мне, как сильно ты жаждешь моего члена,” Dominick says in his deep voice.

Get on your knees, bitch, and show me how much you want my cock.

This is one rare moment when I wish I didn’t know Russian.

I should have brought my headphones with me, but there was no space in the luggage. I could have taken fewer t-shirts, but I only have five of them.

The flight attendant gets on her knees and, seconds later, she’s choking on Dominick’s cock while Ivan gets behind her, flips up her skirt, and smacks her ass several times.

“Я собираюсь’ так сил’но трахнуть’ твою задницу, что ты не сможешь’ спокойно сидеть’ несколь’ко дней,” he growls before unzipping his pants.

I’m going to fuck your ass so hard you won't be able to sit still for days.

She moans harder.

Yuri gets up and disappears into another part of the airplane while I sit where I am. I close my eyes, cover my ears, and pretend I am not here.

The sound of something being ripped follows.

Seconds later, loud, exaggerated moans rise in the air.

I get up and go in the same direction Yuri went. I cross the plane until I end up in front of a door. Should I open it and see what’s behind it?

I debate for several seconds before I grab the handle and gently push the door open, revealing a bedroom. Yuri is on the bed, smoking a joint while scrolling through his phone.

His gaze lifts to mine, and I quickly look away.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarls. “Return to your seat before I do something I will regret.” In Russian, he adds, “Как будто я выкину тебя из самолёта, сука.”

Like throwing you off the airplane, bitch.

“Sorry,” I mumble before I close the door.

I return to my seat, where I am forced to endure listening to Dominick, Ivan, and the flight attendant fuck for more than an hour. She never once stopped with her fake moans.

I try to keep myself busy with my phone, but from time to time, my gaze drifts to them. At some point, both of them are inside her ass. At least, they are wearing condoms.

When they’re finally done, I rush to the bathroom and splash some water on my face. I can’t help but wonder if they would have done the same to Isla. A shudder runs through me. I hope not. The flight attendant looked and sounded like she was in pain several times.

A couple of minutes later, I step out and bump into the flight attendant—who looks well fucked.

She parts her lips and runs her tongue from one corner to the other before saying, “Delicious,” and walking away.

I’m not sure what she meant by that because I don’t think any woman can enjoy the way Dominick and Ivan fuck. And being fucked in the ass… that has to hurt a lot.

A headache starts behind my eyes, so I return to my seat and pretend to be asleep, while I wait for the pain to go away.

It takes two days for the plane to reach its destination—two of the longest days of my life. Dominick and Ivan fucked the flight attendant countless times during the flight, each time in my presence.

When the airplane finally lands, I’m the first to step out, dragging my luggage behind me. Dominick, Ivan, and Yuri pass by without a glance, heading toward a car parked near the airport. They get in and wait for me to do the same.

Getting my suitcase into the trunk takes more than a minute; lifting it feels impossible. I barely ate anything on the plane—the flight attendant was too busy with Dominick and Ivan. When she wasn’t fucking them, she was bringing them food, completely ignoring me. I didn’t mind. I don’t like talking to people. Books and animals are better than most humans.

I learned her name, though, since Dominick and Ivan moaned it often enough while their dicks were down her throat. Ekaterina.

Once the suitcase is finally in the trunk, I get into the back seat, hug my backpack to my chest, close my eyes, and rest my head against the window.

The idea of marrying Dimitri terrifies me, but at least once I reach his house, I can get Arthur out. I didn’t dare take him out during the flight—I didn’t want anyone to see him. At home, I had to hide him during the day because my father threw him away more than once. Each time, I saved him from the trash until I learned to hide him better.

I know Arthur is just a teddy bear, but to me, he’s real. That’s why I use he, not it, when I talk about him.

The drive lasts the rest of the day.

Night has fallen by the time Ivan kills the engine and parks the car in the middle of nowhere.

I frown, not understanding why we’ve stopped, but I don’t have to wonder long. Dominick says, “There’s a cabin a couple of minutes ahead. Dimitri is waiting for you there.”

I don’t understand why Dimitri would live in the middle of Siberia. Maybe he’s eccentric, or maybe he just prefers a quiet life, far from the city.

The moment I step out of the car, cold air wraps around me. Even in summer, this part of Siberia bites.

It takes about half an hour of walking to reach the cabin. When we finally stop in front of the door, my knees almost give out, but I catch myself in time.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when the door opens, light spilling out from inside. A man stands in the doorway.

“Welcome to your new home, Malyshka.”