Your heart dropped at those words. This wasn't good. You were about to say screw it and make a break for it, but the next words that fall from her mouth stop you in your tracks.
"Boris!"
Boris? Who the hell was Boris? That's when you suddenly felt an iron grip on your shoulder. You yelped in shock as you follows the pale hand to it's owner. A tall hard-faced bald man that made all the color drain from your face. This guy was both huge and built. One wrong word and he could fold you in half like a thin napkin.
Another thing? How the hell did he even get in this trailer without you knowing?! Was he some kind of ninja?!
"Yes Ms. IIsa!" Boris answered in the same thick accent as his boss.
"This man broke into my trailer claiming to be looking for the loo. Frisk him!" IIsa ordered.
You were then violently slammed face first against the wall with your body spread. On instinct you tried to escape but Boris strength far exceeded your own. He leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "Try anything funny and loose your arms."
You're eyes widened as you frantically nodded. IIsa was intimidating but Boris was outright scary. Speaking of the woman, she just stood there with her arms crossed, glaring at you with eyes so cold it made your skin crawl. The only good thing about that gaze was the fact it ensured you weren't aroused anymore.
But Boris was another problem all together. He was thorough in his search, he must've been a cop at one point because he searched you from top to bottom until he finally settled on your pocket. Before you could react he dug his hand into your pants to reveal the ring you'd risked everything to procure.
IIsa's eyes widened a fraction before Boris presented her with the ring. "This belonging to you Ms. IIsa?"
IIsa took the ring and examined it closely. Sure enough it was the same ring she took from that witch she let into the faire.
You were crying on the inside. The ring was out of reach. You couldn't return empty handed. If you did then... "Please! I need that ring! If I go back without it, Madam--"
You were silenced by a hard slap from the Russian woman before her eyes glared into your own with malice. She was not happy. "Boris. Get him out of my sight."
Again you tried to beg but Boris iron grip covered your face and viciously hurled you out the trailer door onto the hard ground. Now you really were crying as you continued to plead. "Come back and I snap you like the toothpick."
The trailer door slammed... and you were all alone.
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