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was a game.”
    “I don’t want this,” she gasped. “Please.”
    “Fuck off then,” Edgar said.
    “Don’t leave me.” Tears flooded her eyes as Dave and Jance walked out.
    Even while one part of her registered all too clearly what was going to happen, the other part remained in denial, still thinking she could stop it.
    “Please, please, please,” she babbled.
    Setter hesitated and then handed money to Vasily who put the pile of bills on the bedside table.
    “We should use rubbers,” Setter said. “Just in case.”
    “Yeah, we might catch something from you, you dirty dog.” Edgar sniggered.
    “Well, guess what? I think ahead.” Vasily left and came back with a bag full of condoms, rope and bottles of beer.
    “Are they large?” Edgar clutched his crotch.
    “Something to prove now, big boy.” Vasily slapped him on the back.
    Katya curled up on the floor. “Uncle Vasily, please don’t.”
    When Edgar started to strip, the others followed. Katya tried to close her eyes and couldn’t. Edgar’s chest was covered by a tattoo of Jesus on the cross.
    He met her horrified gaze and smirked. “Fucking me is a religious experience.”
    Setter was the last to remove his shorts. He kept his face turned away from her.
    “You’ll go to jail for rape.” Her mouth was so dry she could hardly speak.
    Edgar laughed. “It’s not rape if we pay for it, bitch.”

5

    The three attacked her like mad dogs. Katya screamed and kept screaming until her throat was raw and she had no voice. Fingers dragged at the zipper on her pants, ripped away buttons on her shirt and they laughed as they did it. When Edgar threw her on the bed, she tried to reach a knife, but he and Setter pinned her down while Vasily fastened her wrists to the headboard.
    They stood back, chests heaving, and stared. All she wore was a pair of torn panties. Setter fixed his gaze above her head, but he had an erection like the others. Icy with shock, she shivered uncontrollably.
    “Setter, rip’em off,” Edgar ordered.
    Setter’s hesitation returned her voice and she croaked, “Please don’t do this.”
    His fingers clenched at his side.
    “Come on, you pussy.” Edgar sneered. “You dream about doing this every time you jack off to porn.”
    Edgar and Vasily had their hands around their erections, pumping and twisting. As Setter stepped forward, Katya struggled to get free, the rope tearing at her wrists. He put trembling fingers in the top of her panties and a moan burst from her throat. “I beg you.”
    “Get on with it,” Edgar said.
    Setter’s expression tightened and she watched his need to be accepted overwhelm his conscience. He yanked hard, jerking her up from the bed. The bunched material pulled into her skin, and she cried out. Setter gave a triumphant grin as the fabric tore. Vasily grabbed what remained and pressed it to his face. Edgar dropped on top of her and tried to force her legs apart with his knee. She writhed, fighting to keep her thighs together.
    “Get. Off,” she gasped.
    She could hardly breathe, her heart pounded hard enough to break her ribs, but beneath her terror hate began to grow.
    If I have the chance, I will kill you. I will not let you kill me. I am Katya. I am a person. You are worse than animals.
    She twisted and turned trying to get loose. She had to survive.
    “Stop fighting, you’re in for a treat,” Edgar said. “American cock.”
    As he forced his hand between her legs, Katya began to pray in Russian.
    “What’s she saying?” Edgar asked.
    Vasily tsked. “That you’re a small-dicked bastard and she hopes some infected maggot does this to your wife and daughter.”
    Edgar glared.
    “Don’t forget the condom,” Setter said. “I don’t want your jiz on my pecker.”
    Edgar ripped open the packet with his teeth and rolled on the rubber. He wrenched her legs further apart and shoved his fingers inside her. Pain crushed the adrenaline racing around her body. Tears rolled down her