Ledger Entry No. 73
"You have thirty minutes to get the goods to my employer," said her voice in Russian over the cellphone, "or your daughter dies." Click.
Natasha put the phone down, walking back over to the squirming twelve year old girl that was strapped to the chair and gagged. The girl let loose a muffled scream as she approached. This had been going on for a few hours now. She had made several calls, in which she held the phone to the screaming girl in order to prove she was alive and that she was being harmed for the man's uncooperative manner.
The girl had every right to scream. She was beaten and bruised, and that was just her capture and abduction. Blood dripped on the floor from her hands, which were missing fingernails, having been pried off slowly with clamps. She also bled from deep cuts on her arms and legs, where a dull knife had cut patterns into her skin. The worst was probably the mind games. The holding of a knife point a centimeter from the girl's eye, letting her think she might be blinded for the rest of her life. Oh, she had the right to scream.
Natasha sighed impassively, cleaning her various tools of the trade and dumping them back into her bag. Her work was almost done here. Soon the man would fold and the daughter would be freed.
But with fifteen minutes left to go, she received another phone call.
"Da?" Natasha listened as her employer spoke. The man had delivered what they sought. But they were angry that he had kept them waiting. She was ordered to kill the girl anyway. As an example to not keep them waiting. The phone clicked on the other line and Natasha closed hers with a sigh. It wasn't right. But it also wasn't her place to judge her employer's decisions. Employer was a term she used, but master was more like it. She had been raised in their care to do their bidding. She didn't have a choice in the matter.
She calmly walked over to the girl, pulled out her gun, and with a shrill scream from the girl and a loud, resounding BANG!, silence once again engulfed the warehouse. Natasha bagged the rest of her weapons and walked out, leaving the lifeless body of the girl where she was tied.
Natasha would not realize until much later that she would always be haunted by the murder of Drakov's daughter.
