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cheeks.
    “We’re going to rip her apart unless you got some lube.” Edgar turned to Vasily.
    Vasily handed him a tube.
    “She’s tight, guys, but I’ll stretch her for you,” Edgar said.
    As he pushed himself inside her, Katya screamed and thrashed. She yanked at the ropes around her wrists, crying out every time he thrust into her.
    “Goddammit, Edgar, you’re like a piston,” Vasily said.
    Don’t fight. You can’t stop them. You have to survive this. Think about what you plan to do. Remember why you came here.
    She pushed herself back to Moscow, to when she’d stood at the railings and imagined the collision, the way her family would have shot over the river as if they’d been fired from a cannon. She’d told herself whoever had destroyed her family would pay. These men would not stop her. What they were doing would not stop her. All she had to do was endure.
    Edgar’s fingers bruised her hips as he forced himself into her body, and Katya stopped resisting.
    His face contorted with pleasure as he came. “Fuck me, that was…different. Like riding a wild horse.”
    “Me next.” Setter hopped from side to side, his penis bobbing up and down.
    “My turn,” Vasily said.
    “I’ll pay more,” Setter said. “Another hundred.”
    Vasily laughed. “By the looks of you I won’t have to wait long.”
    As Edgar backed away, Setter took his place, sliding his hands under Katya’s hips to bring her closer.
    Her breath came in noisy gulps. “I could be your sister.”
    “Shut up, bitch.” He slapped her hard across the face and her world blanked out for a moment, the taste of blood flooding her mouth as she bit her tongue.
    Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.
    Edgar snorted. “Make sure you fuck the right hole.”
    Setter barely got inside her before he climaxed, then glared as if it were her fault. She felt him shrivel between her legs, though he continued to thrust. Finally he groaned and rolled away, pulling off the rubber.
    Vasily came forward and Katya met his gaze. You bastard. He smiled and twisted her onto her stomach, the rope burning her wrists. She clenched her teeth in the pillow as he forced himself inside her and she stared at the bedroom door. Irina! Hear this. Come. Help me. She didn’t know whether the words came from her mouth or stayed in her head.
    Edgar kept up a running commentary. “You should be in the movies. Christ, Vasily, you man or machine?”
    Vasily gave a loud gasp and sinking his fingernails deep into Katya’s hips, he rammed so hard into her when he came that she screamed.
    The door swung open and Katya saw Irina leaning on the frame. The men went quiet and a glimmer of hope pierced her growing despair.
    “Go back to bed.” Vasily stood up, pulling off the condom.
    “What the hell are you doing?” her aunt asked.
    “We’re welcoming Katya to America,” Edgar said.
    “Help me,” Katya gasped.
    Edgar twisted her hair and she yelped. “Katya’s fine. Go back to bed like your husband says.”
    “Vasily, what have you done? You monsters. You—”
    Vasily pushed Irina out of the room and Katya’s fragile heart finally shattered. Pain radiated down every limb. They’re going to kill me. They wouldn’t risk her going to the police. I’m sorry, Papa. I tried. I did my best.
    Edgar flipped her over, squeezed one breast and sucked the other as she shook.
    Vasily came back and Edgar asked, “Irina going to keep quiet?”
    “Yeah.”
    Oh God. Had he killed her?
    “Ready for a honey sandwich?” Edgar asked.
    “Fuck, yes.”
    No more, no more. Katya kept repeating the words over and over in her head. Edgar put on a condom and smeared himself with lubricant. Katya couldn’t understand why her heart was still beating. Vasily forced himself into her, then unfastened her hands and turned so he lay on his back holding her on top of him, her breasts to his chest, his legs pinning hers, the smell of him making her gag.
    “Well, I reckon Friday night poker just took on a