{DASHA}
Things were looking up for this prisoner, even if only a tiny bit.
I now had a friend on the yacht. Massimo returned again today with lunch and wine, and I discovered that we had a lot in common. He was fun to be with and, even better, he was nothing like his oldest brother.
Massimo brought me pencils and paper, which had allowed me to sketch designs last night and this morning. He also showed me where the TV was hidden in Nikolai's bedroom and where to find the collection of DVDs.
And best of all, Nikolai hadn't returned since the epic blow job I'd given him. He was probably still reeling, trying to tell himself he didn't want a repeat performance.
But he'd be back, ready for more of my special skills.
At least, I was pretty sure he hadn't returned.
I had a vague memory of a warm body behind me during the middle of the night, holding me tight, soft breaths in my hair.
