"Don't let her fool you, that is an old KGB trick to get you off guard." A voice said from the doorway. I turned to look at him. The man was jet black against the backlit door, only the outline of a huge machete dangling from his hip set him apart. The guard let my skirt fall and backed away. "Anya, how did you know he was working for me?" I was whimpering still, but forced myself to play along.
"I don't know these things. One of my informants gave me the information." I said, adjusting my clothing and standing up straight. He walked in. Shirtless and rippling with athletic muscle above the waist with stained fatigue pants, he stood half a foot taller than me. His hair was buzzed close and sat above a smug, goateed face. He had two bullet scars on his chest, and someone had carved an obscene crooked smiley face below it, probably to remove a bullet that turned inside the body. I'd guess his age to be late 30's, but who knows in this Godforsaken country.
"These "informants"...you have many? And why you interested in us anyway?" he asked, stepping closer so the guard could take up position at the door. He looked me over nonchalantly. I looked him over as well. He had a 9mm pistol tucked in his waistband, and the machete's sheath at his side was stained rust brown from years of dried blood. Only a few hints of the original olive drab near the top indicated its original color.
"I do not know how many informants we have. I do not even know the identity of my contact. That is how it works. As far as our interest in the "factions" here, I cannot discuss it." He was closer to me now, within arm's reach. He looked over his shoulder.
"So you are alone then? No backup? Kind of dangerous in this city for a woman like you. What is to keep us from just making you disappear?" He was so close the hard handle of the machete was touching me, pressed against my hip. I knew where this was going, and so did he.
I looked up at him and said "My services are not exclusive." He grinned, and backed up.
"That was the right thing to say, KGB." The guard said something in their native tongue, obviously agitated over the turn of events. Mog replied with a chuckle and a glance backwards at me. The guard looked extremely upset, and walked toward me as Mog walked out of the shack. He roughly took my arm, and led me out to a waiting jeep.
"Get in. You going to the compound." he said, shoving me and pointing to the back seat. I got in the jeep with him slamming the door shut behind me. Another armed guard was back there, and Mog was soon up front. As we pulled away from the shack, we drove through the worst poverty I've ever seen. The oppressive heat cooked the sweat from my body as we drove.
"Hey Russian slut..." the gaurd with the scar said, "when we get to the compound I make you pay for this. I fuck your ass in broad daylight on the street. I cum in it and make you drink it while everyone watches. What you think about that?" he said. Mog waited for my reply, curious to see how I would react.
"If that is my punishment for being caught, so be it. Unlike you, I do not whine like a little baby over such things." I said, horrified at the idea but speaking very coldly and calmly. Mog laughed and clapped as the guard gritted his teeth. The guard beside me chuckled to. Mog turned to me. I wondered what his reaction would be. |