Katya felt herself dripping too and put her mouth softly to Dana’s; their tongues met and she whimpered when the cold blade pricked at her pubes, starting crimson drops against her alabaster skin. XXX Grigori took her hand in what an onlooker would have thought was a reassuring gesture. Her lips parted and she sighed. Waiting for her in the candlelight she recognised Grigori’s allies Andrei and Leon, her torturer. There was air conditioning and some of the furnishings were new, and out-of-place, such as the rack of torture implements. “Kill you?” she whispered, gently gripping her chin to run the tip of the cold steel blade delicately across her white throat. Seizing the hem of Dana’s tunic, she slashed it open, drew the edge of the knife across first Dana’s left breast then
