บท 24: Do Your Worst

(IVANNA)

This man is crazy.

It is like he is seducing me to kill him. His voice, rough and low fills the car just as it does my head, luring me deeper into his web. Something about the say he speaks to me lights my body on fire. It is almost like I lose my mind for a second and want to obey him. What worries me now is that instead of being frightened, I'm mesmerized. Anything remotely mesmerizing about this man is out of the question. I can't debate that.

You're no good girl, Ivanna.

Is that the reason why I didn't fight Sakharov's soldier when he shoved me back in the car? Or why did my stomach do a literal somersault when Sakharov himself showed up to take me from the police? Or why my nipples poke on my dress any time he comes near me or breathes too close to my ear?

Are my panties soaked right now because I'm no good girl?