บท 91: Heart Strokes

[ARYA]

"Please don't hurt me," Samantha said, making Nikita scrunch his face in disgust. Surely she didn't think he was going to try and force himself on her, no?

He had seen a lot of patients whose will had been stolen from them, and even if that wasn't enough a lesson to make him back off from women who didn't want him, his mother was.

Yelena Pavlenko was a force to be reckoned with. She was the typical Russian mother who would beat the shit out of her kids if they so much as disrespect anyone. The woman and her slippers were best friends, but only during the theme when the slippers found their way on Nikita's head or butt.

She wasn't violent, no. She just had her way of disciplining her children, something that had just been triggered.