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sometime . Giancarla clung to that one frail hope. Sooner or later Nicholas would consider that she had been punished enough, and she would seal whatever pledges he wanted her to make to him with sex... whatever kind of sex he wanted.
    Boris did something to her ribs and she moaned in pain. She had never felt so helpless or so frightened before. She had thought that the worst that Nicholas could do was threaten to divorce her. That would be bad, but she had had the sense to hold out for a pre-nuptial agreement. She would walk away from any divorce with a very healthy pile of cash. Right now, she’d be willing to tear up the agreement if only Boris would stop torturing her. He was too big and too strong for her to fight him. Before, she had thought it kind of silly that Nicholas had hired him as a bodyguard. Now that she knew what Boris was capable of, he terrified her. When this was finally over, she would be careful never, ever to tease him again.
    What really scared her the most was how much Boris seemed to enjoy his work. He kept humming to himself or chuckling softly as he did terrible, painful things to her. All she could do was lie as still as she could and whimper whenever she wasn’t screaming.
    After an interminable time, he finally got up and left, turning off the light before shutting the door. Once more, Giancarla was left naked and shuddering in the dark, with only her pain for company. This time, her legs felt numb. She could move them, but only clumsily. She worried that Boris had inflicted some permanent damage, but gradually feeling and control returned. It was a pitifully small comfort. The old mattress was dusty, and a lot of that dust had gotten into her nose and throat. She felt terribly thirsty, but there was nothing she could do about that either.
    The light came on again. Giancarla stirred and covered her eyes with her hand. She must have fallen asleep. Weary and worn out, she didn’t even try to look at Boris. He would have his hands on her soon enough.
    “You look quite chastened, my dear.” Giancarla’s head came up as she heard Nicholas’ voice. Did this mean that her ordeal was over? Her heart pounded as she desperately hoped so.
    “Oh,” she sobbed. “Nicholas! Darling! Please, please forgive me! I was thoughtless and foolish! I see that now.”
    Nicholas looked down at her, his arms folded, his face a mask. “You are contrite at this moment only because you have been found out and punished,” he said. “You are an untrustworthy, selfish little bitch. I see that now.”
    “No… darling…” With an effort, Giancarla got up on her hands and knees and crawled, slowly and painfully, towards Nicholas. Whatever he wanted her to do, she would do it. Anything would be better than even one more minute with Boris. “Truly, I am so, so sorry. I will do anything to prove it to you, my husband!” She reached out and grabbed at his pants leg. He shook her off and stepped back.
    “I am certain that you would,” he sneered. “”You use your sex to delude men so that they will give you what you want. How many lovers have you had since we were married, you bitch?”
    “Only the one,” Giancarla sobbed. She managed to shed some tears. “I was lonely! You have been away so often…” She sobbed dramatically. “I was wrong… I was wrong. I will never do it again!”
    “With anybody or with that Swedish pig?” Nicholas snapped. “You lie, Giancarla. You always lie, to me and to all men.”
    Giancarla thought that Nicholas was enjoying this, having a naked woman on her hands and knees begging for his forgiveness. She tried to play up to that.
    “No, no, never again!” she wailed. “Do you think I could lie to you again, after what your bodyguard has done to me?” She hung her head, sobbing and crying pitifully.
    Nicholas said and did nothing for an excruciatingly long moment. Giancarla stayed as she was, but reduced her sobbing to wet, sloppy sniffles.
    “Turn around,” Nicholas