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Her sister collapsed to the floor.

“Unzip me,” he growled, yanking her hair again. “Want your mouth on me.”

She’d heard that command before.

So many times.

And she had obeyed.

Every time.

And now it was Inessa’s turn.

Because today, her sister turned thirteen, marking the beginning of her apprenticeship.

Just like hers had started three years ago.

Her poor, innocent sister.

Oh, Inessa … still so full of light and stupid hope.

The little fool talked about running away.

Escaping.

Being free of the monster.

But that was a child’s fantasy.

Because the monster was untouchable.

The Pakhan.

All-powerful.

He ruled the house. Ruled their lives.

She watched as Inessa lowered her head — obedient, trembling — following his commands.

Her sweet, brave, happy little sister.

Ruined.

Just like her.

Weakling. Coward.

No!

Rage overrode pain. Terror gave way to something sharper.

With a cry that tore from deep in her throat, she forced her body upright and hurled herself at him. “No! No!” she screamed. “Not Inessa. No! No!”

He snarled in fury, grabbing her flailing arms. She kicked and twisted, but he wrenched her off and flung her across the room like a rag doll.

She landed hard, gasping, blinking through blood and blur.

The muzzle of the gun found her again.