“Careful, lisichka, or you’ll hurt yourself.”

Vasiliy’s words were kind, but the amusement on his face betrayed that a part of him wanted you to try escaping. He was interested to see how you would even manage it, though he knew that somehow, you would manage it. Even being hung upside down by your ankles, arms bound behind your back, wasn’t enough to disable you. He knew this the same way he knew the sun would rise in exactly six hours. It was why he took several precautions, such as hanging you twenty feet in the air. Should you escape, you couldn’t fall from that height without injuring yourself.

Not that he was scared of you. Quite the opposite, actually. You had intrigued Vasiliy from the very second he learned of your existence. One of his contacts inside of the police precinct had phoned him five months back, warning him to ease up on the amount of bodies he was leaving littered everywhere. The problem was…It wasn’t him. It wasn’t his men, either. No, it had been you creating trouble. A serial killer, certainly not the first, but the only one who managed to evade his men and the police for months on end. He had watched as you got better at killing, as your victim list grew and as you learned how to clean up after yourself. It was by far the most fun he had had in years, ever since that pain in the ass, Ilya, had left.

Before long, Vasiliy began to leave your preferred victim type where he knew you liked to hunt. Not unlike buying a mouse for a pet snake to enjoy. It was easier to catch flies with honey than vinegar and sure enough, edging on month six, he succeeded in catching his fly. In catching you. He had no plans to de-fang you, however he also didn’t plan on releasing you back into the wild. You were his now. Fair and square. Besides, you would never let him capture you a second time.

“You can squirm all you want, you won’t be getting down until you agree to my terms. Work under me and I’ll keep you safe from the authorities. Refuse, and I’ll leave you there until you agree.”