- For what? For what? - She muttered and repeated this question until her voice turned to cry and broke, and the crying did not turn into sobs. Sometimes the fat man seemed to her quite sane and sympathetic, but now she understood that this was only an appearance. Simply, he was the only one who communicated with her at least somehow, he paid attention to her, tried to distract her, but did not intend to switch to her side - he unswervingly did his job, not answering her questions, not giving her any prompts. without yielding to her in anything. As he approached with a syringe, Vika suddenly came to her senses, bounced off like a scalded from the edge of the bed, sat up, clasping her knees with her hands and pressing herself against the headboard of the bed sideways.

- I myself! I will wear! - she sobbed, - Please! Do not need sleeping pills! I do not want to forget everything again!

Doc stood frowning and annoyed, frozen in indecision. In the doorway, two guards waited at the ready. One of his words - and it will twist like a helpless kitten! She might be raped, and she wouldn't even know anything about it! Why? What and to whom did she do? What do they need from her? Obviously not a ransom - otherwise why would they have to dress her in all this vulgar stuff? If she is a world class model, aren't they looking for her? Surely her parents are not going crazy, because she must have parents or some other relatives! After all, friends should worry about her!

“Get out, everyone,” she said grimly, and then fell on a hysterical cry. “Get out!” I will do as you say!

While she was taking a shower, putting herself in order, putting on evening make-up and dressing, her thoughts were confused, and she forced herself not to think about anything at all, although her stomach twisted in a painful nervous spasm, throbbing pain flashed in her temples, her hands trembled. She went flawless, brilliant and wax to her captors, like a doll from a pink box still open, barely able to stand on her feet, allowed the dock to take a mask out of her weak-willed hand and blindfold, then lock herself behind the back with some kind of lock. street and seat in the car.

A few hours later she was in Paris, in a limousine, as she found out when the lock between her handcuffs was unbuttoned and a leather mask was removed from her face. Sitting next to her in the cabin was an idol in a classic suit, unshakable, like a rock - they were all for her the same person, and this one was only distinguished by the presence of an ugly scar stretching from the right cheekbone to the middle of the neck to the right. Before the corner building in the Ottoman style, they slowed down, and Vick understood in some strange way that this is the Hôtel du Louvre, although it didn’t even read the name in golden letters above the entrance.

The door of the limousine opened, and two men in evening classic suits and a lady in a mouse-over dress with a slit down to the crotch of the leg in her hip took turns. The translucent expanding hem was embroidered with large patterns of stones flickering in the twilight of the cabin. Black thick curly hair was foamed over white graceful shoulders, and a bright accent on the face, like a dab of oil on a freshly painted canvas canvas, made scarlet lips.

The lady gently landed on the seat opposite Vika, and next to the gorgeous brunette, face to face with a bewildered girl, sat such a suavely brilliant and well-groomed dude that from one of his shining white-toothed smiles skinned goosebumps from the awareness of his complacency and wealth, artistically exposed to parade .Quite young, twenty-five years old, with a clearly delineated facial contour, in which a square chin and a wide lower jaw were especially pronounced, which the definition of strong-willed or courageous usually gets in descriptions. Expressively traced, not too large, but every now and then sensually flinching in a wide brilliant smile or a subtle mysterious grin coral lips, no doubt, could attract the attention of the opposite sex, because they attracted, promised and at the same time defiantly ridiculed. A small nose, perhaps too thin and unnecessarily well-groomed, arched eyebrows arrogantly enhanced the effect of an unusual cut in the eyes, not yet eastern, but already clearly not European, but some kind of mystical model, which one wants to admire endlessly. In their cold, iridescent silver abysses lurked the cunning, sinister and corrupting light of a predator-fox. Dark blond curly elongated hair, obviously touched by the styling gel, shone with captivating curls and contrasted against the background of the gate of a black silk shirt, a black tie and a black jacket decorated with an artificial and, undoubtedly, with a skillful silk flower, pinned with a black metal brooch . A black vest embroidered with silk patterns and a black cane with a silver knob in the form of a setter head were complemented by an extravagant look of this dandy.

“Victoria Voronova ... The rebellious queen in person at my feet,” slowly, savoring every word, he sang ironically, in a hoarse voice, endlessly caressing her whole figure from head to foot with shameless nonsense.

- Who are you, let me know? - Mum confusedly muttered Vick, who didn’t like the stranger’s tone at all, because there was clearly a threat and provocation in him.

- In the near future - your god and lord, and you will learn all the details gradually or from your contract with the “Wandering Lights” club.

- With whom the contract ...? - Vika frowned in bewilderment, anxiously squinting at the second man, who was sitting to her left, and then struggled hard to recall which model agencies and fashion projects were discussed in a journal article.

The brown-haired dude in thought was tensely bit his lower lip, continuing to measure Vika with a look through the cynically narrowed slits of the eyes.

“Glory, tell the lady about the document, as well as the press on the topics of interest to her,” he finally gave out, watching as his partner gets what he was talking about from the case and passes it on to Vic. The girl began to leaf through a stunned contract, continually looking at the strangers with suspicion and struggling to focus on the letters jumping in front of her eyes.

"Club of fans of acute sexual sensations" Wandering Lights ", hereinafter referred to as the" Club ", on the one hand, and Voronova Victoria Andreevna, citizen of the Russian Federation, passport No. ... series ... registered at ... (all personal data, except name and citizenship erased), hereinafter referred to as "Client", on the other hand, entered into this Agreement as follows: The Club undertakes to provide services to the Customer to translate sexual sensations desired by the Customer, while ensuring full confidentiality within the current Charter of the Club ab), and also provide medical support to the Client, which is necessary for the implementation of the tasks set before the Club.

Vika raised a bemused look at the man sitting in front of her.

- What is this nonsense? I ... I don't remember signing any contracts ...

“Open the last page and see your signature there.”

Vika shook her head in confusion, but still followed the advice given to her.

- I have no idea whether this is my signature, besides it is only a copy ... and in general ... I could not conclude such a contract ... And if I did conclude it, I don’t remember it, so I don’t intend to perform ...

- Article 4, clause 5 of the Treaty concerns the state of your memory.I strongly recommend that you familiarize yourself at your leisure, because the partial deprivation of the Customer’s memory is the main condition for the Club to fulfill its obligations towards the Customer. The client gives his full consent to this and takes into account the attendant risks and consequences.

- But who can agree on this? - feeling how almost fainting from the surging feelings and hopelessness, exclaimed the girl.

- Perhaps ... someone very spoiled ... very spoiled ... very risky ... and at the same time obsessed ... Read more →