Dasha tried to make a run for it but the man caught her, covering her mouth again and carrying her up to a house. Sex Taken (Chapter One): Dasha
Dasha skated to the edge of the rink where Viktor was waiting for her with a cup of hot cocoa. “Yes sir,” Dasha whispered. “I asked you if you understood. He cut through the leotard and let it fall to the floor. “Say ‘yes sir’,” Karl hissed. Karl glared at her, then slapped her cheek. Assuming it was Viktor, she said “I’m almost ready babe!” But then suddenly a hand was covering her mouth and an arm was around her waist, lifting her off the ground. You, my dear, are going to get pregnant.”
Dasha couldn’t help but scream. She set down her gear and stepped up onto the scale. She heard footsteps behind her. She looked around the van for something to use as a weapon, but of course there was nothing. She put on a pair of leggings over her leotard, which was dark pink with sequins, and a black sweater over that.
