but I also can’t help but feel triumph because my strategy is working.
I slip her my card and slide from the booth to make my exit with Rene.
After all, there is no reason to overwhelm the young lady. We’ve accomplished what we came to do.
Chapter Fifteen
Katrina
I am hiding from Novak. Of all the people I could have crossed, I had to cross a killer. No matter how much I mull over my situation, I see no way out. How can things get this crazy over a diary? I don’t get it. I’m not used to living in fear and I most certainly am not accustomed to being followed and questioned by the FBI. The meeting with FBI guy has shaken me to my very core. For some reason, seeing what was done to the man in the alley has imprinted on my psyche just how much danger I’m in. I had told myself Novak was dangerous, but seeing those pictures made the reality sink in.
Who, or what, is to say that Novak will not have me killed, or tortured by Sergei? I feel a chill run through my body at the thought. I hope if he kills me, it will be quick and painless. What if his sadistic side rears its ugly head and he decides that he wants to unleash his wrath on me and make me suffer? I push the nagging, morbid thoughts from my head.
I should have known that it wouldn’t last—the hiding out and avoiding the inevitable. I have ignored his calls and stayed out of the public eye, hoping he will just go away, but knowing in my gut that is not going to happen.
It is Friday night and I am relaxed, watching TV and working on my laptop, when I hear the knock at my door.
I open the door to view Novak, dressed impeccably as he always is. I turn, leaving the door open and walk away. I can hear him telling Sergei to wait in the car. I am in no way prepared for what happens next. Apparently I have only had a small taste of the depths of cruelty that this man is capable of… until tonight.
Novak
I look at her and my blood immediately begins to boil. She is in my system like a poison which can’t be extracted and I am sick with need for her. I am so angry that she has denied me my need to see her, touch her, and take her. She will pay. She has no rights as my property and I’m pissed she has refused me her presence for the last few days.
I grab her, viciously slamming her into the wall and pinning her in with my palms on each side of her head.
“Do you think that you can avoid me, Katrina? There is nowhere on God’s green earth that you can hide. I want my fucking diary, Katrina!”
I know it isn’t really about the diary anymore. This beautiful woman torments me, inundating my dreams and my every waking moment with thoughts of her to the point where I can think of nothing else. She is in my system and I have no intentions of letting her go. If I am crazy, then I am crazy with need for her, and I will kill to see that hunger sated.
Katrina
I tremble in fear as I eye the man who stands before me. His presence alone sends me into a tailspin. He terrifies me, tantalizes me, and he purposely torments me. I cannot help but be pulled into his dangerous web of intrigue. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this man will never let me go. He has become obsessed with me for the mere fact that he can’t ever truly have me. It isn’t in my nature to give myself over to any man completely, and it’s because of my will to keep fighting, that he covets me.
The mixture of the fear I feel, the dominance he exercises over me, and the threatening demeanor he has, is all working together to conjure up emotions I have never before experienced. He has created in me a need to be threatened, taken, and overpowered by his hands which show me no mercy. Though I was once a woman who could be satisfied with being wined and dined, I am now a lustful creature who craves being brutalized and used.
He has ruined me and yet, I can’t get enough of him. I want him to want me. Hell, I want him to take me. We are poison to one another, a dangerous
I slip her my card and slide from the booth to make my exit with Rene.
After all, there is no reason to overwhelm the young lady. We’ve accomplished what we came to do.
Chapter Fifteen
Katrina
I am hiding from Novak. Of all the people I could have crossed, I had to cross a killer. No matter how much I mull over my situation, I see no way out. How can things get this crazy over a diary? I don’t get it. I’m not used to living in fear and I most certainly am not accustomed to being followed and questioned by the FBI. The meeting with FBI guy has shaken me to my very core. For some reason, seeing what was done to the man in the alley has imprinted on my psyche just how much danger I’m in. I had told myself Novak was dangerous, but seeing those pictures made the reality sink in.
Who, or what, is to say that Novak will not have me killed, or tortured by Sergei? I feel a chill run through my body at the thought. I hope if he kills me, it will be quick and painless. What if his sadistic side rears its ugly head and he decides that he wants to unleash his wrath on me and make me suffer? I push the nagging, morbid thoughts from my head.
I should have known that it wouldn’t last—the hiding out and avoiding the inevitable. I have ignored his calls and stayed out of the public eye, hoping he will just go away, but knowing in my gut that is not going to happen.
It is Friday night and I am relaxed, watching TV and working on my laptop, when I hear the knock at my door.
I open the door to view Novak, dressed impeccably as he always is. I turn, leaving the door open and walk away. I can hear him telling Sergei to wait in the car. I am in no way prepared for what happens next. Apparently I have only had a small taste of the depths of cruelty that this man is capable of… until tonight.
Novak
I look at her and my blood immediately begins to boil. She is in my system like a poison which can’t be extracted and I am sick with need for her. I am so angry that she has denied me my need to see her, touch her, and take her. She will pay. She has no rights as my property and I’m pissed she has refused me her presence for the last few days.
I grab her, viciously slamming her into the wall and pinning her in with my palms on each side of her head.
“Do you think that you can avoid me, Katrina? There is nowhere on God’s green earth that you can hide. I want my fucking diary, Katrina!”
I know it isn’t really about the diary anymore. This beautiful woman torments me, inundating my dreams and my every waking moment with thoughts of her to the point where I can think of nothing else. She is in my system and I have no intentions of letting her go. If I am crazy, then I am crazy with need for her, and I will kill to see that hunger sated.
Katrina
I tremble in fear as I eye the man who stands before me. His presence alone sends me into a tailspin. He terrifies me, tantalizes me, and he purposely torments me. I cannot help but be pulled into his dangerous web of intrigue. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this man will never let me go. He has become obsessed with me for the mere fact that he can’t ever truly have me. It isn’t in my nature to give myself over to any man completely, and it’s because of my will to keep fighting, that he covets me.
The mixture of the fear I feel, the dominance he exercises over me, and the threatening demeanor he has, is all working together to conjure up emotions I have never before experienced. He has created in me a need to be threatened, taken, and overpowered by his hands which show me no mercy. Though I was once a woman who could be satisfied with being wined and dined, I am now a lustful creature who craves being brutalized and used.
He has ruined me and yet, I can’t get enough of him. I want him to want me. Hell, I want him to take me. We are poison to one another, a dangerous
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