Katya glanced over her shoulder at the men. He stood, put down a banknote to cover the bill, and headed across the road without a word. Porn vedio “My family vault is unattended overnight” she said, handing him the key. She followed him along the towpath at a discrete distance and then through deserted streets at the edge of town to a district of condemned factories and warehouses, isolated behind barbed wire and warning notices. Her eyes widened and her tongue churned behind sharp, white teeth. Katya took a long while to collect herself, gazing dreamily into Dana’s staring eyes, and then wrenched the knife from her ribcage with a wet sucking sound. Waiting for her in the candlelight she recognised Grigori’s allies Andrei and Leon, her torturer. “Then command me to prove myself” she begged, in a low voice. Katya felt herself dripping too and put her mouth softly to Dana’s; their tongues met and she whimpered when the cold blade pricked at her pubes, starting crimson drops against her alabaster skin. Seizing the hem of Dana’s tunic, she slashed it open, drew the edge of the knife across first Dana’s left breast then the right – just firmly enough to draw blood – and then ran it gently down her belly until it pricked at her pubic mound.
