Ignatov did not even turn around at my departure. And later, when I was already riding in a taxi, I received a message on my phone about replenishing the balance by twenty thousand Ignatovs. I could only be glad that my services were paid as an elite prostitute. Although cheap, elite - for me it no longer mattered.

Then, after a while, I will learn to give Ignatov pleasure, not shuddering in bouts of vomiting, hiding my disgust deep inside myself. Learn to be obedient. Learn to put up with his actions. And now I was shaking with hatred for him. I no longer wanted to cry. Yes, and how...