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alone, that you came back because of some vendetta against me.” He shakes his index finger. “Because I remember every little fucking thing about that night. Everyfuckingthing. Especially that look on your face when you realized Victor Faust was there to kill my wife instead of me. That was the look of someone blindsided, who had no idea why she was there. It was the look of someone unfamiliar with the game.”
    He attempts to smile softly at me as if to display some kind of sympathy for my situation, but it just comes off as sardonic.
    “I think that if someone was here with you, they’d already be in here to rescue you by now because it’s obvious you’re in a load of shit.”
    The door to the main room opens and the guard steps inside, twisting the lock on the door behind him. For a split-second, I had hoped it was Victor coming to save me right on cue. But that was just wishful thinking. The guard is looking across at me with spiteful, grinning eyes. Hamburg nods to him and the guard starts to take off his belt.
    My heart falls into the pit of my stomach.
    “You know,” Hamburg says walking around his desk, “the first time I met you I remember a deal being made between Victor Faust and myself.” He points at me briefly. “You remember, don’t you?”
    He smiles and places his chunky hand on the back of the chair I just abandoned, turning it around to face me.
    My whole body is shaking; it feels like the blood rushing through my hands has become acidic. It charges through my heart and into my head so fast I feel momentarily faint. I start to reach for my knife, but they’re too close, closing in on me from two sides. I can’t take on both of them at the same time.
    “What do you mean?” I ask, stumbling over my words, trying to buy myself some time.
    Hamburg rolls his eyes. “Oh come on, Izabel.” He twirls a finger in the air. “Despite what happened that night, I was really disappointed that the two of you left before fulfilling the deal.”
    “I would say that after what happened, the deal was void.”
    He smiles at me and sits down in the leather chair. I see him glance at the guard, indicating a demand with just the look in his eyes.
    Before I can turn around fully the guard has both of my hands pinned behind my back.
    “You’re making a huge fucking mistake if you do this!” I cry, struggling in the guard’s grasp.
    He forces me over to a square table and shoves me on top of it. My reflexes can’t act fast and my chin is stung by the solid marble. The metallic taste of blood springs up in my mouth.
    “Let me go!” I try to kick behind me. “Let me go now!”
    Hamburg laughs again.
    “Turn her head to this side,” I hear him say.
    Two seconds later my neck is twisted to the opposite side and held there, my left cheek pressed against the cool marble tabletop.
    “I want to see the look in her eyes while you fuck her.” He looks at me again. “So, we’re going to pick up where we left off that night, all right? Does that sound good to you, Izabel?”
    “Fuck you!”
    “Oh no, no,” he says, still with laughter in his voice. “I won’t be fucking you. You’re not my type.” His hungry eyes skirt the guard who is pressing against me from behind.
    “I’m going to kill you,” I say through spit and gritted teeth; the guard’s engulfing hand pressed against my head forbidding me to move it. “I’m going to fucking kill you both! Rape me! Go ahead! But you’ll both be dead before I walk out of here!”
    “Who says you’re going to walk out of here?” Hamburg taunts.
    His pants are unzipped; his right hand lingers near the zipper as though he’s trying to maintain some kind of self-control by not touching himself yet.
    Then he waves two fingers at the guard, who’s gripping the back of my hair in his hand.
    “Remember that,” he says to the guard. “She doesn’t walk out of here.”
    I feel his right hand slide out of my hair and move between my legs. As he’s lifting