- Do you know my name? - Trying not to think about the absurdity of his question, she asked.

- Victoria ... Your name is Victoria ...

“Very nice,” she almost syronized back, because the name did not seem familiar to her. The fat man smiled guiltily, as if he had read her thoughts, and, wiping his shoulder with an alcohol wipe, made an injection.

“How will you come to your senses, take you to the ladies' room and give you some water.” Do you want? Actually, there is not worth it ...

Victoria nodded.

- What is your name? She asked.

- Everyone calls me just a doc.

“Doc ...,” she murmured.

***

Vika learned Paris as soon as her eyes were untied, but only when she saw the Eiffel Tower outside the limousine window, she felt a little calmer, not knowing why. Yet after a week-long stay in a hunting forest house behind a high palisade, she clearly understood for herself that civilization was closer to her than solitude in the wilderness, in nature. It was completely useless to run away from there, because an impassable forest stretched for many kilometers in all directions, and in her condition any feats of endurance could cost her her life. In addition, even the dock, which usually did not frighten her, claimed that there were bears here. She accurately remembered that she had once read about the terrible cases of bears attacking people, so she didn’t go out of fear even into the yard. Everything seemed to her like huge bear claws were scratching into heavy metal gates.

Vika was assigned to eight professional security guards who vigilantly and diligently watched for two shifts from the house, as well as a woman who was responsible for cleaning and cooking. Sometimes she visited the dock with his case, gave a steady injection, talked with her on some abstract topic and left, again giving it to herself and advising him to sleep more, walk and eat a good meal. Once he left her a glossy magazine with her face on the cover. Vika studied it thoroughly, hoping to find some information about her past life, but fragmentary phrases about some career achievements didn’t tell her about anything and for some reason didn’t satisfy her needs for self-identification.

“Victoria Voronova,” read the inscription on one of the turns with her photo in full. - "She has a victorious name, a divine figure, the face of an angel and the heart of a lioness." This was followed by an interview with her in which Victoria Voronova told that she first starred in some kind of advertising, not dreaming about a model’s career at all, then her photo was noticed by the director of the Elite agency and invited to take part in the prestigious international competition of models Look of the Year , which at that time took place in Paris. She became one of the winners and received a contract as a first prize. She refused the contract because she considered it necessary to continue her studies in Moscow, however, her modeling career took off, although she still had to change her place of residence when she was offered a job in London.

Further, in an interview on a whole page, there were meaningless questions like: “You said that you were curious. What other qualities do you have? ”Or“ Do you decide everything yourself? ”Or“ Do you have girlfriends among fashion models? ”Or“ Do you like interview? ”. Vika tried with all her might to create for herself a certain idea of ​​who she was once, but nothing except the faceless average image of a certain model in her thoughts did not develop.

Unless the photos were fascinating with their impeccable beauty: a delicate golden tan, gorgeous long dark blond hair, large oriental mysterious silver-gray eyes, a high slightly rounded forehead, a neat straight slightly cropped nose, large sensual lips, a very delicate face with a regular oval shape with a nicely rounded chin and slightly hollow cheeks that effectively stood out with the right light. His own body, too, could not not bewitch her. It must have been true that it was divine, because most of the pictures, although they belonged to the sustained level of top-fashion, still bore the imprint of eroticism. Wild Victoria in a snow-white bathing suit keeps on a chain of three leopards. Tender Victoria in lace scarlet underwear among white orchids. Passionate Victoria on the piano in a black sparkling diamonds top, patent leather shoes with sharp noses and thongs. Slutty Victoria votes on the track in a mini denim and torn pantyhose. Innocent Victoria Nude sweetly smacks on silk sheets. Victoria is the queen on the throne. Victoria is a cheeky girl in black leather on a bike.

At the very throat of watching these glamorous delights, Vika then ran the magazine into a huge bookcase, grabbed her head, jumped up and swept around the room like a hunted beast. What is it? No phone, no TV, no radio, no computer ... And only this damn magazine for so many days! Full information vacuum! And this vile dock only pretended to be a friend - he actually knew everything, but was silent, and stuffed her with some rubbish, which, according to him, could not be abandoned, since then her condition would have changed to a much worse side! And what could she say to this at all ?!

Now, sitting in the cosmic cabin of a luxurious limousine with bluish neon lights and watching the city tinted with flooded gold of lights, on which a black night fell, was tinted, she felt that the fear of the unknown had receded a little. It was so stupid and careless of her, to think now about the beauty of Paris and keep up the image of the Van Gogh’s Night Café, but she could not help it. The whole atmosphere acted on her fascinatingly, especially since the hysterics that had happened to her since the morning apparently exhausted her emotionally, and the psyche itself refused to self-torture itself even a little bit.

Usually, she was provided with casual and simple, by the way, perfectly-sized clothing — jeans, T-shirts, cotton underwear, socks, and, in general, everything she would ask for reasonably. This morning, she was brought a bag with clothes, accessories and cosmetics with instructions to polish and be sure to use all the items offered. This very set brought her into some kind of stupor, and then into shock. A small black dress on a hard corset without shoulders and sleeves with a resiliently protruding short skirt-half-core was made of thin soft quilted in the form of rhombuses of leather. Silky, almost transparent stockings with a very thin bodily rim along the top, which needed to be fastened to a black, smooth leather belt, were bundled with the same transparent bodily strings. Black shoes from the latest collection of Christian Dior obviously cost someone a tidy sum, just like the rest. It all looked pretty provocative, though elegant, but only ... what was the thought of the rest? Two pairs of wide black leather handcuffs with rings (obviously for legs and hands) and the same collar ... and even a dull leather mask over the eyes ... What a stupid joke? Who would have thought that she would agree to wear that?

When, at the appointed time, the dock appeared in her company with several “men in black”, she lay in a room allotted to her on the bed, facing the window, curled up, and watched with unseeing eyes, flushed and swollen with tears, eyes on tightly drawn curtains.Doc walked around the bed, bent down, looked into her face and moved her shoulder. Vika did not react.

“If you don’t wear all of this, I’ll have to give you sleeping pills and change you myself.” Do you really want this?

Her already tortured eyes again engulfed fire, and acrid streams of tears laid burning ducts on her cheeks. She is ... Read more →