His sleek Armani suit shined in the back light of morning. Beyond the opera house, giant white clouds gathered over the Black Sea. My head was pounding and my skin burned. I poured myself a cup of coffee with sugar and cream and slowly sipped the light brown liquid. The coffee soothed my parched mouth. Alexi’s cell phone rang, and I moved into the master suite bathroom. I wanted to see what he’d done to my body the night before. I placed my cup on the bathroom counter and let my bathrobe fall to the floor. A one inch red gash crossed my chest. Dried blood clotted the sharp wound. It was as thin as a paper cut and would probably heal without a scare, but it stung. I lifted my right breast and found a brand of what looked like an arrow. The brand on my side looked like two L’s inter-joining. One was reversed and upside down. The tattoo on my hip looked like a Star of David. There was salve on the counter and I rubbed it into all the angry red skin.
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