Ivan stood next to her with his hands pressed into his pockets, looking bored. "So, what do we have here?" she asked, circling their captive. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of hair, snapping the girl's head up sharply. "Not bad. Not bad at all, Ivan. Leave us. I'd like to interview my guest." Shrugging, he walked from the room, shutting the door behind him. "She's like a fucking black widow spider," he muttered, shaking his head. "Poor kid! I should have just killed her. It would have been a lot kinder." "Look at me!" Catrina ordered, pulling harder on the hair. "Ahhh... Much better. Gray eyes. A little too ordinary for my taste but the rest of you has potential." Licking her lower lip, Catrina felt her arousal building. The girl couldn't have been more than twenty-one or twenty-two. Her long blonde hair hung loosely about her shoulders. Leaning down, Catrina inhaled deeply. "You stink! What's your name, girl?" "Sash, Sasha, miss." "Well, Sasha. You need a bath.
