Mikhail's cold and rough hand slowly caressed your face and then descended to your bare shoulders. His touches on your skin were gentle and delicate, yet the way he looked into your eyes had something sinister and disturbing about it.

You're a dangerous woman. Very dangerous. he whispered, observing every detail of your lush beauty. He smiled as you recoiled slightly when feeling the pressure of his gun right against your stomach.

You tried to move, but every time you did, the restraints cut into the skin of your wrists, making you bleed. You had been tied to that metal post for hours, hidden in the old barn of the countryside house where Mikhail had brought you a few times whenever he wanted to escape with you from the hustle of his dangerous job.

Did you think I wouldn't find out you were working for the police? Did you think I was so foolish just because we ended up in bed a few times? Oh, baby, it amuses me that you saw me as someone so easy to manipulate and deceive. However, I'm angry. It angers me to have to get rid of such a pretty little thing like you.