"Sometimes you need to be awkward to beat the awkwardness" -Charlie Flynn- *** Edgar's P.O.V I am planning to check on her, because I still don't trust her enough to be on her own. This girl is crucial because she witnessed us, and since she has been brought to this place, there is no way to let her go. I enter the bathroom. Everything is extremely quiet. I try knocking but she doesn’t answer, worried that she might escape, I open the door and doesn't see her anywhere. So what I do, is to check on the bathroom, and the bathroom is unlocked, and I can hear the sound of water. I open the door, and at that moment, I see her. Now... She is completely naked and she is currently brushing her body. Her eyes meet mine and it almost as if the time freezes at that moment. I let my eyes wander off to her body. Her pale skin that was covered in dust is now clean, fogged with the vapor in the shower. Her breast is full and her butt is finely shaped in a natural way, unlike any of those plastic women with Brazilian butt lift. Her body is pretty thin, but not skinny bone thin, in short, she has a beautiful body. I enjoy it, until she begins screaming and throw a bottle of shampoo my way, which I easily avoid, as she screams "get out" which makes me feel amused, but even so, I do what she says, and close the bathroom door. Well, at least now I know she doesn't escape. But still, after looking at her bare body like that, I feel myself getting slightly aroused and all I can think about is imagining my fingers running through her body and feeling myself with her. Along with the thought, I'm getting harder and harder. Dammit, I need to take a cold shower now. I walk back to my room, on the way, I have to be careful so none of my man see the situation I am in. It's not that I care if they do, but I don't want them thinking that I'm taking another cheap woman tonight when I don't. When I finally reach my room, I get in the shower and turn on the shower to the coldest setting, and it calms down my nerve a little bit. I touch the wall and close my eyes and somehow, that woman is stuck on my mind, her blue eyes, her red hair, her pale skin. Phoebe. What the hell is wrong with me!? I try to shut her off from my mind, but I somehow can't. *** Phoebe's P.O.V As soon as the door slams shut, I let out of a huge sigh. That man is just the worst! He actually stared at my body for a while with lust on his eyes. It gives me a chill. I turn off the shower, and slowly reaches the towel from the glass, as soon as I grab it, I put it around my body, and I get out from the shower, to grab a smaller towel to wrap my wet hair. I slightly open the bathroom door to ensure that he is already gone before stepping out, and he is gone. So I tap my feet dry and walk toward the closet to get something to wear. Let's see, there are some underwear, and a few t-shirts, short shorts, jeans, leggings, some nicer looking tops, and a few one piece dresses, along with a bunch of pajamas. Well, I guess this is the least that they can do for me. I pick out a nude colored underwear set, a white satin pajama and grab a blow dryer to dry my hair. After around fifteen minutes or so, I feel clean and fresh again. It's so much better now than what had happened this past week. And I feel alive again even though I know I still have to stay here. And running away is a bad idea, because all of these men are basically crazy, if they found me again after I've run away, I would be as good as dead, and besides, I'm in Russia, a completely strange place for me, whom have never been here before. I'm thinking of going to sleep, but I know, that I wouldn't be able to go to sleep yet, because my mind would constantly remind me that I'm still not completely safe. In fact, I've been having some sleepless night for the past week. If only I have my phone here with me, then I can at least call someone to make myself feel more secure But I know that the phone's battery would have been dead by now. Besides, I don't think I truly want to call anyone, simply because, I have no one. It only makes things worse if I was to call Henri, because heaven knows what kind of foolish movement he will do if he ever finds out about this. It's just, these people are no ordinary people, and they are not to be messed around with. "Ces't la vie." I murmur to myself. I try to get into the bed, and the whole time, all I can think off, is how scary this whole thing has been, I mean let's be honest, how can someone turns from treating you like a rat, to giving you a nice room in just a matter of seconds? Is this even real? But my sub conscious is telling me to not mind it, and with that, I force myself to the dream world, which I know I will never find. *** Edgar's P.O.V After I'm down showering, I get out from my room and think about getting some fresh night air. I take out a piece of cigarette and put it between my lips. I'm not the type of man who smokes a lot, because I don't want to die before I can get my revenge. The only times I smoke are when I'm feeling a bit troubled, or I need some kind of a quick distraction from things in life. I can't believe how I can get troubled because of a mere woman, thinking about it makes me call myself a fool. I have been living my whole life, solely to get my vengeance set free, and the only way to do that, is to kill that bastard with my own two hands. I shouldn't be distracted in any way. But still, even after I'm thinking about it, I still followed Nikolai advice from last night. We were basically talking about our plan to get our weapon supply back, and to get a debt paid from a mere man who is addicted to gambling, until he started talking about her. "I know you are a stubborn man, Edgar, but if you're going to have that woman here for a long period of time, you may want to treat her a little nicely" Those silly words made me unable to sleep for the whole night last night. I have always been a light sleeper ever since I'm little, and I don't even feel tired anymore, but even so, i have always gotten at least one or two hours of sleep each night. I've never treated anyone nicely in the past few years. Heck, I wouldn't even show a sign of kindness. I'm supposed to be cold hearted and ruthless. I don't expect any kindness from others as well. Yet, the next day, a.k.a today, I quickly assigned the maids to prepare one of the guest room, which is now her room. Maybe Nikolai words begin to get in my mind. I must have gone crazy. "Taking a night smoke, huh?" Nikolai approaches me from behind, and he stops right beside me. Nikolai is my closest man, a person that I consider a 'friend' and I trust a lot. Maybe that's because we grew up together, and he had a similar fate with mine, it's just, his life back then was not as dark as mine, but he certainly endured a lot of things too, but those are what brought us closer. "Yeah." I reply shortly. "Well, tomorrow we have to get the money back from that gambler dude, you will need to rest so you can beat the crap out of him." "I'm not tired." I reply back. There is a brief silence, and then, Nikolai begin speaking. "Are you thinking about that woman?" There is a slight pause, that sounds like a simple question, but somehow, my brain process it as if it's processing some sort of math equation, I'm supposed to say no already, but my mouth doesn't seem to rhyme with my brain. I exhale the smoke and drop the cigarette and step on it to turn the fire off. "Don't ask such a dumb question, Nikolai." I tell him as I stare at the sky. "Well, I know you since you were little, you have something on your mind, and what else would it be other than about that girl?" "Shut up!" I say in a low and calm tone. Nikolai chuckles at me and he speaks again. "If you don't care, why don't you just kill her since the beginning?" With that, he gets back in, leaving me feeling all doubtful. He's right. If I didn't care, why didn't I just kill her to begin with? It would be easy if it was just any other random woman I bring home, mess with for a night, and dump the next day. So why can't I do the same with her?