OPERATIONS.
“In here.” Tassos opened the door and waited for Andreas and Kouros to go inside. He pulled the door shut behind him and locked it.
“My friend said we could use his office. He won’t be back for an hour. He’s having coffee in the harbor with his cronies.”
Tassos put the briefcase on top of a desk, walked to a line of windows overlooking the runway, and closed the blinds.
Andreas and Kouros stood in front of the desk watching Tassos.
“What’s with all the mystery?” said Andreas. “The police station is only a hundred yards away. We could have met there.”
Tassos walked back to the desk. “You’ll understand when you see what’s in here.” He tinkered with a combination, popped the locks, lifted the lid, and spun the case around so the two could see what was inside.
“It’s the contents of Christos’ second safe. The one I didn’t mention in my report.”
***
Anna woke wishing she hadn’t. The celebration of the night before had turned nasty. Sergey insisted on getting drunk and that everyone join in. Then he had sex with her. In front of the other two men. She knew where things were headed, and tried to get out of the apartment as soon as Sergey finished. But the two men grabbed her at the door and brought her back to the bed.
She didn’t struggle. She remembered what they did to Christos. They hurt her, but other men had done much worse.
Sergey did nothing to stop them. He sat on a chair by the table drinking his vodka, watching it all. By far that was the worst thing any man had ever done to her.
She tried rolling off the bed, but the two men were asleep on either side of her. She pushed herself by her elbows toward the foot of the bed. One of the men grabbed her arm. She smacked his hand and cursed him. He let her go and she quickly slid off the bed and onto her feet.
She felt throbbing, burning pain everywhere down there and feared what diseases those sick bastards might have given her. She stared at Sergey sleeping with his head on the table.
And you let them do it to me . She staggered to the bathroom and turned on the water to fill the tub. She prayed for a bit of hot water.
She wondered how she could have been so stupid. How she’d wrecked her chance to get away from scum like this. She stepped into the tub. It was soapy from the residue of past baths never scrubbed clean. But the water was warm. “Thank you, God,” she said quietly to herself.
She sat down and lay back in the tub, watching the water spill out onto her toes and creep up along the sides of her thighs to above the places of pain and onto her belly. It had reached her chin when the door opened.
“Good morning, my love.” Sergey was naked. “What a glorious party.” He aimed his penis at the toilet bowel and began to piss. “And it would have been nothing without you.”
“You miserable piece of shit. How could you let them rape me?”
“Rape? But I thought you were enjoying yourself so. I know how much you like making love to other men, so I thought why not let our colleagues enjoy you as well.”
What she wanted to say wouldn’t come out.
“Besides, those poor men have not been with a woman in a very long time, possibly never with one as beautiful as you. And it was the least we could do for all the generous help they’ve given us.”
“ We! Those degenerate bastards raped me.”
“But, my darling, you are my girlfriend.” He bent his head forward, shook it vigorously from side to side, and jerked it back up, causing his hair to fall to the sides of his face. “I also suffered watching those men violate you. I, too, sacrificed—have you no compassion for what I endured?”
She stared at him, the water now up to her lips. She tried to speak but choked on the water. She sat up and turned off the faucets.
Sergey shook his dick, turned, and sat on the edge of the tub. He stroked her hair.
“Perhaps, if you hadn’t become so close and special to Christos I would not have let