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pressed against the wall, which was made of cheap paneling and had
a ghoulish poster of Marilyn Manson half torn and hanging from it.  Other than
that, there was no other decoration to this room.
    Kaley pushed
herself up to her feet, and then hopped twice before the door swung open.  “ Dorogaya
moya ,” said the burly white man, half ensconced in shadow.  “ Kak vashi
dela ?”
    Kaley screamed
through her gag and dived for the window.  It was closed, of course.  On the
other side of the shades were steel burglar bars.  She had just enough time to
ram them once with her left shoulder, hearing a pop from within the socket, and
then the burly white man was on her.  He snatched her by her hair, tearing some
out and flinging her to the ground, landing atop her sister who wriggled to get
out of the way but only made it halfway.  Kaley landed in Shan’s urine, and
quickly spun her feet around to face her kidnapper.  She kept her knees bent,
both her cuffed feet cocked and ready to kick at his knees or shins if he
approached.
    The big white
man stood over her for a moment.  And then he laughed.  He laughed long and
hard, even slapping his knee like he’d just heard the greatest yarn.  He wore a
black wife beater, gray khakis, and a chain for his wallet.  His face had
multiple piercings, and a tattoo of barbed wire or a twisted tree branch that
went down the right side of his face.  Another tattoo, this one of the crimson
bear, was on his right arm.  Kaley recalled that tattoo from her time in the
floorboard of the Expedition.
    A mountain of
muscle, he towered over her like Oni from White Ninja Meets Shaolin Crane . 
For a moment, she thought insanely, We’re in his clutches .  Oni has
us .  It was the kind of thought born of delirium.  Her head still spun from
whatever they had used to knock her out.  Probably that stuff—what’s it
called?—chloroform!   She’s seen an NCIS episode where a woman got
kidnapped by her ex-husband using that stuff.
    “ Ti takaya
prelesnaya ,” said Oni.  He leaned forward, the moonlight revealing two
tusklike protuberances at the edges of his mouth—large steel studs pierced
there.  Kaley saw that face grin at her ravenously, and she kicked up at his
face. 
    Quick as a snake,
he snatched up her feet, held both ankles in one big hand, and ran his fingers
down the length of them.  “ Ya ischu devushku, kotoraya khochet lyubit i bit
luybimoy ,” he tittered.  His voice was much higher than his size hinted at.
    Kaley struggled
to kick again, but couldn’t get her feet free of him.  She felt…sick.  It was
on her again.  The lust.  The terrible lust.  A thing so hideous it would make
it difficult to trust another man for years to come.  She shouted something
obscene at him, but he only laughed and tickled her legs.
    “Hey, yo!”
someone called from down the hall.
    The smile on Oni’s
face died.  He dropped her legs immediately and looked over his shoulder.  He
looked down at Kaley, tilted his head to one side, considering something.  And
she felt wanted.  She felt his want of her.  And the terror that rolled
right off her little sister next to her swirled and mixed with this lust,
causing an automatic cringe of revulsion from both.  For a moment, she was the
bearer of two great burdens.
    Then, someone
shouted something down the hallway, out of sight where Kaley couldn’t see. 
This robbed the white man of almost all his lust as he made for the door.  He
paused in the door, though, and through the pale moonlight, she could just make
out his wink.  He did something with his lip that caused the steel studs to
click against his teeth.  “ Do vstrechi ,” he said, and shut the door. 
From the other side, she heard it lock.
    To her, his last
words had seemed (felt) like a promise.
    As soon as the
door closed, Kaley reached up to her gag.  She tried pulling at it, but it was
tough.  A sock or something like it had been shoved into her mouth,