Chapter Fourteen
I walked back inside, right into another hallway’s darkness. Why hadn’t they put some lights in here? My hands touched the walls in search of anything even remotely similar to a door. Nothing. Just slick concrete.
I arrived at a corner. A floor to the right. The one I was in was so wide that even with stretched out arms I couldn’t touch the other side. I made a much too big step away from the wall I was leaning onto and banged full force against the opposite side. I screamed out in pain.
Hey Damon, what the hell’s going on in your mind, I thought. Why the hurry?
Anyway, too late now. I already had a thunderstorm raging inside my head. I felt desperate and angry as hell. Not the best condition to make sane decisions. I leaned my back against the cold wall and slowly regained calm and patience.
Back to work. I touched the walls, nothing. No exit. Just the one floor to the right. I decided to follow it as careful as I could. I don’t know for how long I was walking that tunnel before I finally touched what at first felt like a tear in the wall.
I knelt down. It wasn’t a tear. It was a real cut in the concrete, like some sort of designer door. I thought about all the mess that I’d found hidden behind the other doors I’d opened recently. But I could think of no other way out. Both Wild Cloud and the girls had said that there was at least one more girl in the building. I’d promised to find her. So I would. I wouldn’t be scared, I wouldn’t do stupid things, so …..
I opened it. No handle on the inside – and more blackness. Some say black is their favorite color. Not me. I don’t like it. Too dark. To make things worse, this room stank. It smelled like the twins and their whole friggin’ family had been doing their deeds here for a long time.
“Hello… somebody in here?” I asked carefully.
No reply. Now what? Friggin’ Russians! Don’t they have lights over there? Although I couldn’t even make out my own two feet, I felt as if someone or something was hiding in the room. Do I need to crawl on my knees to search and feel the entire place? How stupid are these people to enjoy running around in total darkness?
Damon, stay calm and decide what you think is best.
Nobody answered my question so chances are that there’s nobody in the room. On the other hand my voice hadn’t sounded very convincing, not like Clint Eastwood or anything.
I gave it another try.
“Hello, it’s me, Damon. Anybody in here? Nothing will happen to you, not as long as I’m around. You’re safe, I promise.”
That sounded much better. Still far from Clint , I admit, but it had to do. More silence. Nothing, not even the sound of breathing.
Give it up Damon. There is nobody here. Go look somewhere else.
Just before I wanted to close the door again, I heard what was like a scratch or a sniff.
Oh my God. What am I to do now? I don’t see anything!
“Hey, I won’t hurt you. I’ve come to get you out of here. You’re safe. I’ll go and fetch a light. I’ll be back as soon as I can, o.k.?”
As fast as I could I walked back over to the lifeless body of Ivan or whatever his name was. I searched his pockets for matches. He had them stuffed in an empty cigarette pack.
Just when I wanted to head back for the dark room, I heard Mark and the other girls coming down the stairs. I didn’t want to tell them yet that I might have found their missing friend, so I just said that I was still busy searching. They didn’t seem to care too much because they just nodded and hurried out of the building. Probably been through enough.
I walked back along the dark floor, paying attention not to bump into anything I might have overlooked the first time, but with a steady pace nonetheless. After all I had been there before.
A few minutes later I was back at the door. Before going back in again, I warned the person inside of my presence (just in case she hadn’t heard me coming).
“I got me some matches so that I can see better how I can be of any help. Don’t be afraid,” I said. “I’m coming in now.”
No reply.
O.k., I thought, here we go.
I struck the match.
I had found the girl! The light flickered over her body. She was lying on her side on the floor, half covered by a dirty blanket, her wrists and feet tied together. I would never have guessed then that she would turn out to be my dreamgirl. How could I; the windowless room was dirty as hell and stank like shit.
She looked up at me, her eyes almost bursting with fear. I lit two candle stumps that were lying on the floor.
She had what looked like a huge mango stuffed in her mouth. Very carefully I removed it from her lips, all the while talking softly to calm her down. I repeated my name and told her that her misery would soon be over. I also told her we had killed the twin pimps - which didn’t seem to comfort her as much as it had the others - and that we would hide her from the authorities as good as we could. I had my helper-syndrome activated again.
I tried to touch her only to remove the ties, so as to let her know I was really just trying to help.
She let me.
Then, after having taken the cords from her hands, I came closer so that if she wanted she could touch me. I tried – and she let me. After a while, when I had the feeling it was o.k. with her, I picked her up and just held her. A mixture of saliva and mango juice ran down my shirt and Lee’s. She turned away in shame, her eyes shut tight. Through all the tears and pain she let go, it was as if I could feel that she’d began to trust me and also had lost some of her fear.
“Thank you vorr holding me,” she whispered, more tears rolling down her cheeks.
Her voice was so weak that I had to read her lips to understand the words. Her l’s were fatter than any New Yorker’s. And she stank like shit. But I didn’t care. Well, not really, you know. I mean, it’s hard to think away the shit and piss she was in, and me with her. But I felt good. Finally I was able to help again and for the first time I didn’t complain.
With the Swiss army knife my smelly Granny gave me on my 15th birthday, I cut the plastic ties from her feet. They were like the ones the cops on NYPD Blue use when they finally get the bad guys at the end of a show. It took a little while before they came off, but she didn’t seem to mind. She had put her face on my chest with her eyes closed, and trembled slightly. I hoped I wouldn’t scare her too much as I tried my best to rub her arms and legs to get the blood flowing back in. It took her nearly half an hour before she was able to stretch her legs again.
I struck another match, stood up and took in her beauty for the first time.
Woow! What a pretty girl. I even forgot about the shitty decoration.
Her face was round like the fullest moon. Two huge dark almond eyes and a little nose in the middle, beautiful lips. She handed me another candle.
“My name is Nudjia,” she whispered, adding a little smile.
My voice trembled as I said: “I think it would be good if we cleaned up a bit. You go ahead and take a shower first. I can wait.”
“Vould you lend me some clothes?” she asked, her voice regaining force. It was very high pitched, as if she’d be a Russian cousin of Tweety-bird. You know, they come visit each other sometimes, like going on vacation, to kick Sylvester’s ass. For a split second I thought about the astonishing parallels between my life and that of a cartoon character.
“My sister Lucy doesn’t have anything left to wear,” I said. “But I’ll find you something quick.”
I handed her my jacket so she wouldn’t be running around completely naked. It was full of shit anyway. A bit more wouldn’t matter.
As she reached for it, I looked her in the eyes. Besides melting away again I saw that she trusted me.
When she got up and left the room she put on a light in the floor.
“Shit!!!” I said. “How did you do that?”
She looked at me, stretched her hand towards the lamp hanging from the ceiling, pushed the little button in the middle and darkness returned. And … Click! Bright again.
“It’s easy,” she said smiling.
I guess my mind was set on this girl so much that I had let myself be torn away from the most basic of realities, like finding the stupid button ….
She smiled a little shy smile at me, took me by the hand and showed me the way to the shower. It was situated at the far end of the floor I’d passed earlier. She quickly slipped in while I waited outside for my turn. I used the time to wash my dirty clothes.
Except for the sound of the running water, everything was silent. The others had left the building. Probably asleep by now. Fine with me. The last thing I needed were their inevitable remarks about my stinking self. I would use the time to take a look inside myself.
For the first time I had this strange feeling in my belly. I’d only seen it described in movies when the characters fall in love. A tingling which doesn’t stop until it hits your brain. It simply bursts in without knocking. That was exactly how I felt that moment.
You’d probably say it’s easy to feel that way standing next to a pretty girl taking a shower, but I tell you, you don’t know nothing about the stink that had come with her only a few moments before. True, because of stinky Granny I already had some experience with all kinds of variations in body odor, although Nudjia had truly beaten everything!
Abrubtly I was relieved of all my thoughts as she opened the glass-door. It took a while before the hot steam had dissolved. She didn’t have a towel and thousands of shimmering droplets were running down her body. Her breasts stared at me and my dick stood at full attention.
“Now you go in ant clean up,” she said as she grabbed a towel.
She smelled like a freshly cleaned bathroom and her skin shone like the tub. I still had to get used to her Tweety-bird voice, but somehow it also sounded quite funny.
I undressed and stepped into the shower, trying my best to hide my standing pole. After all this time it felt so good to turn on the water. I just stood there for minutes and took in the warmth - and thought about Nudjia. She excited me. She also was the first girl ever who made me feel good. We had just known each other for half an hour but already there was trust and ….. yes, desire of course.
I didn’t feel shame ’cause it all just felt natural. I wanted her so bad yet I knew I had to be patient. I didn’t know for how long she had been tied up in the little room, neither how she got there and what she had gone through with the twins.
I put out the water and for a moment just stood there enveloped by nothing but the warm steam. I was happy. When I was done and opened the door to step out, Nudjia was waiting for me with arms open wide. I put my head on her shoulder. Her hair was still damp and smelled good. She held me so tight it felt as if she’d keep me from breathing.
She took my face in her hands and looked at me for a long time. It felt funny and strange being stared at in such a way. A little like she was looking into me, checking me out. She stroked my hair, touched my cheeks. It chilled me. Then, after a little while, she started to smile and I knew that things were fine with her.
She took me by the hand and led me to another small room in the back of the building, all the while making little cooing sounds. I felt strange and happy at the same time, but also a little nervous because of what might lie ahead.
Nudjia opened the door and let me in. The walls were covered with blueish drapes, hundreds of little lights shining through them.There was a futon on one side and a bag with some magazines and shoes on the other. Next to the futon was a furry pink rug. Nudjia started humming a little tune and ripped off my towel.
“Nice,” she said.
She then turned off the lights, opened a window and sat down on her bed. The moonlight shone on her naked breasts. She must have smeared tons of lotion on them because they were shining like mirrors. Her nipples stared right at me.
“Come to me,” she whispered.
I did.
Never before had I touched the skin of a girl - not counting the times I bumped into my sister of course. Nudjia’s felt soft and a little oily and she smelled good. Finally ….
She took my hands and put them on her breasts, looked at me and started to laugh. “Yourr rreally sveet,” she said. And then: “Kiss me, hantsome.”
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth a little.
It was a bit like magic when finally our lips touched. It felt soft and funny, even more so when she started pushing her tongue in between my lips as if searching for a bubblegum. After a while of thorough detective work on her side I started getting into it. But she definitely stayed in control of the situation. Suddenly she interupted the kiss and jumped down on my lap. She was hot and wet so I slipped right in. Then she started rocking like hell and squeaking like Tweety-bird. I couldn’t but laugh out loud. It didn’t disturb her in any way though. She just humped on. Obviously nothing could stop her once she got it going.
She looked so beautiful with the moonlight shining on her face. Her mouth was wide open. As I put her down on her back, I noticed that her sex was almost as bald as Louis’ head, except for a thin Mohawk that shot up from the middle. I didn’t get to think about the deeper meaning of the trim because by then I’d completely lost control over my senses.
I slipped back in, she kept on singing and I lost all the semen my hard-working balls had been producing over the last few days.
“Why you stop?” she asked.
“Aaah you hat orrgassssm!” she said as she put up one of her fingers and opened her eyes wide, like a scientist after having made a discovery worthy of the nobel prize.
“Let me show you how I can make you BIGG again!”
She started kissing and licking my chest which instantly got me sailing on a higher plane.
Then she turned around and with her back rubbing into my face said: “Now show me morre ant don’t stop till I hat orrgassssm, too!”
I moved up and started putting thousands of little wet kisses on her neck while she put me back in.
“Oh, cut the crrap and get on,” she whispered to me laughing.
Then she took me by the balls and started banging her pretty behind against my crotch. After a few minutes of wild shaking and humping even I could tell she was close to coming. She gasped long Aas and Ooohs though less high pitched, more like a parakeet this time. Still not quite satisfied, she pushed me out and sat down with her back to the window, her head bent back so as to watch the moon.
“Come ant finish me off,” she gasped.
I did.
As it hit her she started howling like a out of tune wolf so that for a moment I feared a tribe of Indian ghosts would come hunting for us.
As it was over, she lay down across the windowsill, legs balancing inside while hanging and stretching her upper body as far out as possible.
“I’m frrree……,” she called out.
Then she got up, took my head in her hands and we kissed for a long time. Sometimes I opened my eyes to see what she was doing but she just looked as if she would be very far away, in another universe without all this world’s miseries.
I stopped our kissing and just put my head between her soft warm breasts. I listened to her heartbeat and looked at her belly slowly rising and falling to its rythm.
“How did you get here,” I asked, “And why were you locked up in that little room?”
She told me the whole story. About how, a few months back she still lived in a little Russian town not too far from Kiev. A friend told her about an agency which sold cheap trips to the Mediterranean. The girl had often done the trip and said they were reliable. So Nudjia travelled to Kiev, went to the agency and payed for her vacation.
A week later at the airport, she was greeted by a very friendly tour guide who was waiting for her. Together with five other girls they boarded the plane to Italy. At their arrival in Venice, they were told something was wrong with the hotel. Because the agency felt so bad about letting down their customers the girls were invited to a trip to the US instead, at no extra charge. Of course they all agreed. And off they went. She remembered nothing from that moment on until she found herself waking up in some cheap hotel room with the twins.
She didn’t even recall how they got her from the airport to the hotel. Not that it would have mattered or changed anything, because that’s when and where all illusions ended anyhow. All six of them were locked in one room. The twins forced them to eat and drink loads of food and water. Because the room didn’t have a toilet, the guards had given them a huge bucket to relieve themselves. When the guys started regularly exploring its contents, the girls knew they’d been had.
They understood that right before they’d lost consciousness, they’d each been made to swallow several small packages containing either drugs or some other illegal substance. Two days later all the girls except Nudjia had delivered their load. While most of the other girls were brought to other so called clubs around the country, the twins forced Nudjia to stay with them.
Although they didn’t hit her or anything - probably out of fear of damaging whatever she still had inside - she was threatened endlessly. As Nudjia still hadn’t delivered anything useful after five more days, to avoid raising suspicion, the twins simply took her with them.
Either she hadn’t properly swallowed in the first place or the package had been overlooked. Maybe the thing had simply dissolved in her stomach, whatever – out came nothing but shit. This had the guys at such a loss and so angry that they didn’t know better than to lock her up.
“I ditn’t know any of the otherr girrlz,” she said “But they were of grreat help, telling me storries from home thrrough the closed doorr. But vhen Borris orr Ivan discoverred them, they verre beaten ant locked away, too.“
“I gave up hope of everr being frrree again.”
Tears ran down her face.
“But then you came into my life,” she said, caressing my hands.
“And now I am frree to go. How vould it be if we vent togetherr?” She looked at me and stroked my chest in a kind of fast way, as if being afraid of having her wish denied.
I wanted to make sure that she knew how serious I was about us so I took her face in my hands and kissed her, softly.
“Nudjia, I love you, I will stay by your side as long as I live.”
We looked at each other for hours, trying to save and lock away what we were living. It was something so precious that it felt like it would stand any test.
After a while she started kissing me all over again, filling me with desire. She showed me her little smile as she reached for my penis. She was still so wet from our previous lovemaking that we took it slower this time. She closed her eyes, folded her arms around my neck and hummed a little tune.
As I let out a moan while speeding up, I suddenly overheard a soft whisper: “Bingo!” accompanied by the familiar chill on my neck.
Wild Cloud! Can’t be! Who does he think he is? It got me so angry. I mean, I just got to know this guy and I even kinda liked him, but what the hell did he think he was doing, interrupting me during my first night of pleasure!
“Fuck you!” I yelled.
Nudjia, shaking and shuddering wildly on my lap, clearly misunderstood the remark.
“Oh yeah, honney” she said as she stroked my hair, “I love it when you talk dirrty…. fuck me, fuck me endlessly…..,” she said as she started the singing again. A little louder this time.
I instantly forgot about the chilling onlooker and we made love until the sun brought back the light.