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“We cannot let her live, sergeant” he said, with a sly wink that Anastasiya could not see. “Use her and snuff her”. With this, he handed Dmitri a length of cord with a wooden toggle at either end, perhaps the fastening of a duffle-bag. Understanding the subterfuge at once, Dmitri took it and looped it tightly around her throat with one fluid motion, wrapping both ends around one fist. Her hands clawed uselessly at the air when he pulled her to kneel upright in front of him and then pressed the head of his cock into her bruised arsehole with his thumb. With his comrade leering beside him, swigging brandy and laughing, he ploughed her arse thoroughly while tightening the cum noose little by little so that her cries became croaks and her desperate writhing transformed to a couple frenzied jerking. Her face turned crimson, then purple as she gasped, choked and coughed. Her lips drew back over white teeth and her tongue lolled out. As her eyes rolled back in her head and her limbs went limp, Dmitri gave a huge groan and, releasing the ends of the rope, fell forward onto her unconscious body. “We found a woman’s uniform shirt to replace her blouse, dressed her and carried her back to the student residence. It must have been the last time I rang a doorbell and ran away,” he chuckled, “and God knows what they thought had happened to her. A lot of citizens were taken away and tortured that year, many of them by men of our battalion, and not all of them returned”. Dmitri looked down at Carissa, bent attentively over his fingers. “I had clipped one of our cap badges to the back of her peace symbol pendant. I did not tell Grigori because I felt foolish, but part of me thought that she had not been play-acting when she challenged us to make her talk. I wanted her to know that I was a sadist but was never one of the president’s killers”. Suddenly, the door was thrown open and Yewubdar rushed in. Carissa leapt to her feet. “So? He has taken the bait?” she asked. NATALYA Months had gone by since Natalya had found Dmitri’s depraved passion play on the dark net and, following the instructions from the crucified women, had submitted herself to the King in Yellow. Every morning now, she pushed the glass plug into her anus and spent the whole day secretly thrilled at the dull pain it caused her. Every evening she perched naked and open-legged on the edge of her single bed to thread a length of amber silk through the piercings she had made in her cunt lips, both to keep the holes from healing and to close herself in readiness should they Hardcore come to collect her before morning. But, every night, she lay between soft sheets with her arms and legs outspread and a hot tear welling in her eye, neglected and frustrated, until she found herself waking from dreams of Hastur to the dawn of another quiet, respectable working day. She had almost become perversely reconciled to her living hell when the long-awaited sign appeared on a hand-delivered envelope one Sunday morning. She pressed the sheet of typed instructions to her bosom in a rapture, on the edge of a sexual frenzy at the very thought of making the journey but forcing herself to remain calm and to follow her orders methodically. Later, she stood at Mirenburg Central waiting for the Alaniya train, holding a ticket for the second stop in the Armenian Quarter which she had bought with her credit card. She had made the same journey many times to spend the evening with her widowed cousin, although never with her cunt sewn closed and her arse plugged, and she marvelled at the orgasm omniscience of the King in Yellow. She found the empty carriage at the far end of the platform and went straight to the W.C. As ordered, she pulled off her jeans and sweater, tucked them into a canvas carrier-bag with her ticket, and changed into the cargo trousers and combat jacket that she had been hiding for months. She tucked her raven hair carefully under a woollen hat, put on a pair of black sunglasses, and reached behind the soap dispenser to find the ticket which her instructions had told her would be waiting. By this time, an electronic voice was announcing the first stop, just outside of the old city walls. She had barely enough time to check herself in the mirror before hurrying to disembark. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another woman entering the carriage with downcast eyes, heading towards the toilet. Presumably her task was to retrieve the clothes and ticket, but it was better to know no more than was strictly necessary. Natalya made sure she was in the middle of the short queue to pass through the amateur ticket barrier and then stood with her back to the closed-circuit television cameras studying the city map on the wall of the tram stop until the others had dispersed to cars and taxis. She looked both ways and suddenly set off, with a purposeful and confident air, into the side-alley opposite. It opened out into a grey courtyard where a black van, perhaps a military vehicle of some kind which had been repurposed for civilian use, was idling at the kerbside. Without looking left or right, without hesitating for a moment in her step, she went straight to the hatch at the back and climbed into the darkness inside. Hours passed before the vehicle finally came to a halt, after an increasingly rough ride out of the city. When the door swung open Natalya, the last to enter, was the first to emerge blinking into porn the low sun of the late afternoon. 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