Chapter 196. The Prisoner

Proserpina

A man named Oleg and another man came to stand on either side of me, holding my arms as one of the men turned on a set of bright lights, training them on us. I was still held in a painful hold by Dmitri, but the pain had solidified. I knew that if I struggled, it would only increase.

A murmur went up in the room, and I felt the greedy eyes on me now.

“Look at Lucien Delano’s pregnant little wh*re, boys!’ cried the madman who was holding me, prisoner.

Oleg reached out a meaty hand and squeezed my breast painfully, and I cried out. Some of the men in the room laughed, and I could hear the murmurs.

‘Please God, let me die,’ I thought, briefly closing my eyes.

Then Dmitri Rudenko began to speak, and I knew it was being recorded. It was a message to taunt my husband.

“Lucien Delano, my friend! Look at what we have caught! A pretty fish, eh?'' 

He gave a hoarse chuckle, and Oleg reached out again to squeeze m