Abducting Heidi

's eyes couldn't help but drift to the women jogging ahead of him. Their slim, athletic figures moved with grace, their yoga pants hugging every

re in Munich. Returning to his hotel, Pembroke showered, shaved, and changed into an impeccably tailored Armani suit paired with a silk tie. He completed the look with a pair of sleek Tom Ford glasses, ready to join his distinguished company for the evening. The Tantris restaurant in central Munich was

rn heads. Joining them was Heidi, Frieda's daughter, who arrived with a radiant smile. She wore a bright blue mini dress that highlighted her youthful energy. Her blonde hair was pulled back elegantly, and her blue eyes sparkled with happiness. Slightly taller than

'm sorry!" Pembroke responded with a polite laugh. "But Mr. Hasanov and I do have some important business to discuss. I think it's best we converse in Russian. But I promise it won't take up too much time!" "Oh, oil talk!" Frieda waved the subject away dismissively. "How vulgar!" "Well, I do have other intere

one that not many can master! I only hope you also appreciate the music of Beethoven," he added, referencing his own favorite composer. Heidi's blush deepened, and she nodded, her smile widening slightly. "Yes, I do. Beethoven's music is ... powerful." "Indeed it is," Pembroke said, his grin widening as he saw the subtle effect his words had on her. "Perhaps one day, we can have a more in-depth discussion about it, and you ca

she replied, her dark eyes sparkling at the thought of a large tip. "Ah, Rome. A city of history and beauty," Pembroke remarked, his eyes subtly taking in her form, noting how her tight black pants rode up her thighs between her legs, creasing into her crotch, almost showing her camel toe and he wondered if she wore any underwear. He fought the instinct to check out her *ss as well. He made sure his interest seemed purely conversational, masking the darker thoughts that fli

s with a lingering, flirtatious smile directed at Pembroke, and Heidi, oblivious to the fatal danger she was in, parted her lips and smiled with youthful joy. ---------- Meanwhile, Zeynip and Clare were both out in the hall, positioned in front of the clear glass prison cell that held the other naked captives. The women inside watched the horrific scene unfolding before them, their expressions a mixture of dread and resignation, knowing all too well the consequences of speaking out or attempting to intervene. The only semblance of clothing they wore were the collars around their nec

ishment is going to be thirty strokes of the cane across the back and buttocks, followed by thirty minutes in the glass box with the snakes!" She leered over the horrified girls, her words met with gasps of fear and disbelief. "No, no, please, Madam Al-Haraz," Clare pleaded desperately, her voice shaking as she turned her face toward the cruel woman from her position on the ground. "The Master would never give anyone that long with the snakes! And we'll be too badly marked to be sold!" "Unfortunately, ladies," Mrs. Parker interjected, her tone almost bored as she idly played with Zeynip's hair, twisting the dark strands between her fingers. Dressed

inkled skin of her anus as she tried to catch the sharp end in the little crevice. She laughed giddily as Clare jumped as best she could do in her restrained position. Mrs. Parker leaned in close, her hand trailing down Zeynip's face with a mockingly gentle touch. She crouched down, her eyes locking onto Zeynip's, before pressing a cold, unwelcome kiss on her lips. "Come on, darling, I'm rooting for you," she whispered with a twisted smile, her words dripping with sarcasm. Zeynip recoiled internally, her mind spinning with dread and confusion. She barely had time to process what was happening before Mrs. Al-Haraz spoke up, her voice filled with wicked glee. "Now, I just need to fetch the *n*l beads," she announced, disappearing momentarily from sight. Zeyn

" she added flirtatiously. "Mummy!" Heidi exclaimed, exasperated by her mother's teasing, while Edward grinned at the playful exchange. Switching to Russian, Eldar leaned in. "Do not worry, Edward, my wife and her daughter are both as stupid as pig sh*t. I talk about them all the time in front of them in Russian; they understand nothing." "Well, the beauty of being a polyglot is hiding things from people," Pembroke responded warmly, mainta

lied with a smile, "but I'm glad word is reaching the right markets. Just remember to keep this discreet." "Oh, of course!" Hasanov agreed. "I made my fortune by being discreet about quite a lot of crimes. Now, I want Heidi, but if she has to d

sion shifted as he switched back to Russian, his tone now serious. "The young waitress-someone like her could be arranged for you if you wish. And there are always girlfriends, wives, all the women that the lady to your left keeps you from. The young lady beside me is truly a beautiful creature, but of course, there are many more fish in the sea." Eldar smirked, his eyes narrowing as he considered Pembroke's words. "I'm wealthy enough to catch plenty of those fish once the wife is out of the p

rget the extended family of two earlier kidnapped Libyan teenagers who had been quite disobedient, to the extent where he had to terminate one of them, as she had disfigured her own body so as to make her unsellable. Before that girl's termination, she had been made to witness the arrival of two of her cousins, not just to replace her, but to remind her, and all the other girls, that punishment for their disobedience would be visited not just on them, but also on their families. All in all, four cousins had been procured, three had