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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. BRUTAL
  3. Dedication page
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. Prologue
  6. PART ONE
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  8. 2
  9. 3
  10. 4
  11. 5
  12. 6
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  18. 12
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  25. PART TWO
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  49. PART THREE
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  54. Epilogue
  55. BRUTAL
  56. By Mandasue Heller

Curious to know if the other girls were similarly scarred, Viktorya raised the edge of the quilt and scanned their naked bodies. They all bore the same puncture marks and bruising, and she squeezed her eyes shut when an aural memory of them crying and pleading for mercy came back to her. The painkillers had clouded her mind and made her think she had dreamed those pitiful cries, but she now knew that it had been real. And she also knew that it wouldn’t be long before she, too, suffered the same fate.

I’m going to keep you for myself . . .

Viktorya’s dark eyebrows crept together when the words replayed in her mind. This time, they were accompanied by a sharper vision, and she knew that the boss man had been here. He’d climbed into bed with her, and had told her that he would treat her well if she pleased him – although she wasn’t sure why he’d made it sound as if she had a choice, when they both knew she’d have been powerless to stop him from taking whatever he wanted from her. But if agreeing to go along with his proposal saved her from suffering like the other girls, she would be a fool to refuse.

Decided, she lay down with her back to the others. As sorry as she felt for them, they were strangers, and she doubted they’d give her a second thought if they were offered the same opportunity, so why should she worry about them?

33

Following the argument of that morning, things had quietened down in the house, and Frank counted off day after boring day of captivity as the intruders went about their daily lives as if they owned the place.

It was ten days since they had muscled their way in, and Frank pretty much knew their routine by heart. Irena, despite her insistence that Karel loved her, seemed to be little more than a housekeeper for him and his gang. Every morning she made them a full cooked breakfast, and would then clean up and wash their clothes and bedding while they went about their business. She would cater for them again at lunchtime, and then dinner. Once they’d eaten, Nick and the other man would take the girls to work, and Irena would invariably go to bed – alone – while Karel stayed downstairs, drinking, smoking, and playing cards with the rest of the men into the early hours.