I couldn't endure the thought of Ilona possessing my naked video clip. It would kill me inside if I found out that she has showcased the recording to the world. Afterall she would threaten to upload it to some pornographic website, what if she has done it already?
"Oh by the way.." Katie begins. "I'm getting married to Tommy tonight.."
Startled, I pause midway nibbling on my slice of pizza. "Whaat?!"
She nods with a miniscule smile. "Yes..tonight secretly we are to wed in a small Church."
"How ?" I question, setting aside my half eaten slice. "Does Serge know?"
"No he doesn't, we decided not to include him in my plan because he was acting strange lately and I don't want anyone ruining my chance at happiness with Tommy." Katie frowns. "Besides I have Bev so it'll be easier now that we're out of the manor.
"I got us covered!" Bev nods ecstatically. "I've got everything documented!"
"But how will you escape through all of the security downstairs?" I remind.
"Girl, we've been planning this for months now, I've found shortcuts out and it took months to practice this escape drill!" Bev explicates leniently. "Trust me you don't want the long boring details right now, they are quite boring I tell you!"
I look towards Katie. "So when will you return?"
Katie shrugs. "Whenever Vladimir finds us.."
I raise a brow. "And how long do you estimate that would take ?"
"Within a few days.." She replies glumly. "Perhaps three days tops unless we get out of the country..I did talk to Tommy about this."
"So you're leaving now ?" I ask.
"Yup, in another half hour." She glances briefly at the time on her phone screen. "We will be heading towards the club."
"But I'll be here all alone.." I state as a matter of factly.
"Today was the chance for you to get your recording from that bįtch!" Bev reminds.
Exhaling a heavy hearted sigh, I finally relent. "Fine I'll go..only to get the recordings..okay? No drinks! No club stuff for me!"
"Yesss!" The both of them simultaneously squeeze me into an embrace.
"I'll bring you back and Katie will leave with Tommy." Bev adds.
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"I can't believe we got out of security so easily !" I marvel as we get clamber into a taxi.
"Told you they wouldn't recognize us!" Bev reminds, a satisfactory smile on her heavily make-up caked face. "I didn't attend cinematic Make Up school for nothing!"
"She's a refined cosmetologist alright!" Katie agrees.
The three of us were caked in specialized theatre makeup, I was the one with the lightest makeup actually. Both Bev and Katie wore black haired wigs while I wore a blonde one over my hijab.
Our clothes were entirely different to the ones we had entered the building with, albeit mine were still covering all necessary parts of my body.
All three of us wore black shades over our eyes. I found it odd that no security guards displayed the slightest amount of suspicion.
Bev a month earlier had rigged and sabotaged the security cameras on her apartments floor.
She had managed to befriend some security personnel, and they had shown her around the surveillance camera room, after which she'd regularly visit. Soon enough she learned all the security codes and operating control buttons for the cameras.
"God, I felt like I was part of some spy movie..I felt like I was Agent 007!! The names Molotov, Beverly Townsend Molotov.." She exults excitedly. "I love James Bond movies, I had the hots for him when I was a kid!"
"Eww, gross..I don't like older men." Katie makes a sordid face.
"Oh come on, Pierce Brosnan was a hottie years ago!" Bev elbows her playfully before turning to me. "You like older guys ?"
"Uh..." I am at loss for words over such a blunt question. For reasons unknown to me, an image of the demon flashes through my mind and my cheeks flush scarlet.
Bev's eyes widen and a wicked smile etches at her lips. "Oooo yes you do! Haha! I guess it's coz like me, you probably have daddy issues."
I feel my face growing hotter.
Why the heck is she talking about this topic ?! -_-
Katie disagrees with her. "Pffft not everyone who likes older men have daddy issues okay and not everyone who has daddy issues would like older men. I grew up without my father and I don't like older men."
"Whatever!" Bev rolls her eyes.
Some fifteen minutes later the taxi driver drops us off infront of an immense dilapidated looking brick edifice.
The area is crawling with sinister types of people. Most of them gawking at us with malicious gleam in their eyes.
"Uh..where is the nightclub?" I question while eyeing the graffiti smeared all over the brick structure.
"This is the nightclub!" Bev points to the derelict edifice I eye again.
What the hell? O_o
In movies and even in reality while passing by, I've always spotted nightclubs to have some sort of flashy signboards, guards at the front door, with a long line of under aged people trying to get in.
However none of that was present here. A sudden regret fills me over my decision to be in such a scary looking area.
"Come let's not waste anytime!" Katie struts infront of us. We halt at two heavy metal doors nestled between where the building ends yet attaches to some old rundown closed corner delicatessen.
The heavy looking doors have a rectangular metal slot wide enough for anyone inside to use as a peekhole. Katie begins texting on her phone and no later than a minute or two, the slot slides open in a quick motion.
A pair of bulging eyes under dark bushy brows peer over at the three of us, followed by a piggish grunt and the slot closes. Then the burdensome doors creak open fully and all I could see ahead was a mixture of darkness and neon red lights, illuminating a long corridor.
"Thanks Gonzo!" Both Bev and Katie say to this bulging figure hidden halfway behind the door and he only grunts in response.
I feel immensely creeped out as I glance at his disfigured features partly delineated by the streetlights flooding in from the open door. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination playing tricks when I notice an evil toothy grin breaks out on his face. I quickly grab on to both Bev and Katie's elbows.
As we walk through the corridor, we pass by several open doorways only covered by plastic tassels. I can hear the distinct sound of the club music blaring from ahead. But what I'm really appalled is at the other sounds that were flowing out of the open doorways we passed,of people having sex.
What the hell?! O.o
Finally we enter through a huge archway leading to a raised platform several feet high. I think might have just busted an eardrum from the deafening club music.
Below us throngs of people hopping, swaying, dancing to the beats. There were variety of neon lights flashing over them. Some were practically having sex with clothes on as they desperately grinded against eachother.
As we descend the stairs, bile rises to my throat from the stench mixture of sweat, smoke, alcohol, and perfumes.
Someone nearly bumps into me, and spills some alcohol on to my open toe slippers as they drunkenly rush off. I glare after them before Bev takes my hand and leads me through the crowds along with Katie.
We reach another metal door, besides it stood two muscular guards with arms inked of tattoos.
They recognize Katie as she flashes them her I.D. card. We enter through the door and ascend a set of black stairs until we are accosted by a private lounge seating area where several armed men in business blazers are reclining. I spot one man in a white lab coat, fishing through a briefcase.
I recognize Tommy standing next to a grey haired handsome looking rich man, reclining on an armchair.
The grey haired man slips out the cigar from his mouth and flashes a wolfish grin at us while his eyes gleam cognitively.
But abruptly Katie and Bev arrive to a standstill as they let out terrified shrieks. Alarmed, I glance at them both in puzzlement.
; "Welcome ladies.." The grey haired man greets languidly in a French dialect.
"Told you this would be too easy!" Tommy smugly looks to the grey-haired man.
"T-Tommy h-how could you d-do this to me ?!" Katie's voice wavers as she stares at him in a mixture of disbelief and shock alongside Bev. "Y-You said you l-loved me! What is t-this?!"
I stare with complete perplexity between the two.
What the hell is going on here?
"Tsk tsk .." Tommy feigns a sympathetic look at her. "I go where the cash flows, baby!"
"You said y-you love me.." Katie's eyes shone clear despair as her voice is barely above a cracked whisper. "You love ..me"
Tommy snorts derisively. "Why should I risk my life to be with you anyway, your psychotic brother would spare no chance in ending me.Besides Mister Doucette here has offered me 2 million dollars to lure you in..."
He glances in my direction. "And you brought that Muslim friend of yours..thanks for that babe!"
I stand completely frozen in terror at the mention of the name Doucette. My mind running haywire over the dreadful fact that Katie and Bev had managed to entrap us.
How could this happen, didn't Katie affirm that Tommy could be relied upon?
"You ásshole!!!" Bev snarls as she launches at him but not before armed men grab ahold of her.
Suddenly more armed guards restrain all three of us while we let out ear deafening screams. They drag us further in and stand us a feet or two of a distance from Pierre Doucette
"Girls, girls, girls.." Pierre drawls. "Relax, the fun has just begun.."
"Fūck you !" Bev manages to spit at his polished shoes. "You'll never get away with it for long! Grigori and Vladimir will slaughter your áss!"
"Ah.." A slow smile spreads on Pierre's face. "It would be duel worthy of battling with the Silver Dragon..for quite some time now he's been avoiding me..perhaps he'd finally confront me again once I whisk you three away.."
"You're no match for him!" Bev sneers. "And you'll regret the day you laid hands on us when you're choking in your own blood at his feet!"
"That remains to be an hypothesis.." He proceeds leniently as he takes a carefree puff of his cigar. "Until then..my private jet awaits..shall we board ladies ?..Not that you'd have any choice in the matter."
"Tommy I can't believe you did this to me !!" Katie shouts at her now ex-lover through tears of remorse and regretful denial. "All those secret meetings, all those words of affection, all for nothing ? It meant nothing to you at all?!"
Evading her words, Tommy nonchalantly turns to Pierre and asks."So about the payment ?"
"Right.." Pierre nods once and casually motions at one of the armed men at his side.
Before we know it, the man produces out a gun and pulls the trigger while aiming it in Tommy's direction. The three of us let out blood curdling screams as the bullet ruptures through Tommy's head, spurting out blood.
He topples to the ground lifeless and Katie begins weeping abundantly. "Oh God no!! Tommy !! Please get up!! Please don't die !!!"
"We haven't got long, tie them up and have them escorted to my jet!" Pierre orders as he stands to his feet and saunters away through another exit in the far left corner of the lounge.
"You bastard!!! How could you kill him ??!! You monster!!" Katie screams lividly through her tears at Pierre's retreating back.
The armed Doucette men begin to unwrap duct tapes as we let out horrified shrieks of protests.
The man in the white lab-coat strolls over to me, a syringe in his gloved hands and says. "Hold still dear, this will knock you out for a few hours."
"No!! P-Please don't!!" Completely mortified, I try backing away from his approach yet the guards have tightened their hold on my arms and legs.
"Shh don't worry, both of your friends will also be administered this shot." He assures indifferently. "It's completely harmless..shh"
I squeeze my tear filled eyes shut as the syringe penetrates my lower arm. But just then the lights of the lounge extinguish and we're enshrouded in total darkness. I hear distinct sounds of gunfire downstairs from the dance floor.
"What the fūck just happened ?!" One of the guardsmen shouts.
I feel the liquid from the syringe being injected fully into my vein as the lab coat man warns the others. "Molotovs are here! We must leave now!!"
I hear Bev laugh spitefully. "Told you they'd come for us!"
"Serge must have followed us!" Katie's voice wavers in relief.
Before I know it, their voices grow distant and phase out, muddling into the recesses of my mind as my eyes close shut.
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I awoke startled by a banging noise of some sort. My vision is blurry as I spot some figure slowly approaching me. Gradually my vision begins to clear and I stare in horror at the figure before me.
"Rise and shine bįtch.." Ilona greets with evil merriment.
I try sitting up, but realize my hands and legs are bonded by duct tape and rope. Even my mouth is sealed by the tape.
My eyes frantically flit about in search of Bev and Katie. Where were they?
I find myself sitting on a bed in an empty room with the exception of Ilona.
Sunlight pours in harshly from one of the ceiling to floor windows while the rest are concealed by drapes.
"You thought you'd get away with ruining everything I had with Vladimir?" Ilona questions in an eerie disquietude.
I merely blink up at her in a mixture of confusion and fear. She begins to inch closer and I try shifting away.
"Three years I spent trying to make him love me back and it nearly happened until your filthy Muslim áss interfered!" She shouts in repleted fury, eyes drilling into mine with hostility. "Three fucking years!! All my hard work washed down the drain because of YOU!!!"
I shake my head at her in denial as tears stream down my cheeks.
She produces out of her sleeve, a spiky razor and grabs ahold of my feet, dragging me down towards the edge of the bed. "Today I'll show you how I feel my insides being torn to shreds..except I'd be tearing your skin instead...I'll make you pay for what you did!!"
My sobs wrack through me as she whips up my skirt and lowers the razor to my exposed skin. Before I know it, my screams of agony are muffled by the duct tape as the blade pierces through.
She lets out a maniacal cackle as she looks me in the eyes while dragging the blade upwards towards my thigh. Blood begins rapidly seeping out from my wound.
Abruptly the door of the room swings open and in saunters Pierre. Along with him are two of his men.
Their gazes zero in on Ilona and me before landing on the razor she was embedding into my skin. My blood begin to soak into the bed sheets under me.
Immediately Pierre's face contorts to ire as he strides forward. "You fool! Did I give you fūcking orders to scar my merchandize ?!"
Ilona quickly pulls the spiky razor away, causing it to tear through my skin as it slipped out. I scream under the duct tape and my body writhes in pain.
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