deep breath, Yulia.”
Yulia bit gently down into her lower lip and curled her toes as Olga’s fingers slipped inside her for the second time. She was powerless, and at the mercy of these men – of Petrov. “Kneel down and keep your head high Miss Jelic.”
“Seriously?” Yulia, despite herself, said out loud. She knew, of course, that the Belarusians had some substance for their suspicions, and believed they knew what the truth was, but they had no proof … did they? “But you must only speak when you are asked a question. “But we cannot just have fun,” Ludmilla said, without regret. Her wrists remained cuffed together behind her back, and she crossed her ankles unthinkingly, as if she was the subject of an arrest drill. It was actually by no means uncomfortable at the moment, although she knew it would become so if she was forced to endure it for any length of time.
