Chapter 6: Games

Mila looked up from the bed she laid in as the door opened and Tasha entered the room, carrying a tray of hot food.

"Kesha," the medic said quietly, "will you please wait outside? I need to examine Miss Mila. Kat wants assurance that all of the hostages are kept in good condition."

"Sure," the solemn, grey-eyed guard answered, nodding as he headed out the door.

Mila gave the medic a nervous look.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, "Aren't you trying to be intimidating?"

Tasha gave a little, sarcastic chuckle.

"I think we've been intimidating enough," she surmised, "Poor Victor was nearly drowned, and Yuuri Katsuki was blinded and roughed up."

"Yuuri was blinded?" Mila asked in an alarmed tone, "Is…will he…?"

"It was from a concussion, and I don't think it was so bad that it will persist.

"Are the others okay?" Mila asked worriedly.

Tasha gave her a little wink.

"They are fine, although that little tiger, Yuri Plisetsky, was complaining about a stomach ache. I'll be seeing him next."

Tasha set the tray down and watched as Mila began to eat.

"Hmm, you know, I was thinking that I could use a bit of help dealing with things. Do you have any medical knowledge, Miss Mila?"

"Eh, me?" Mila asked, giving the medic a startled look.

"Well, when we planned this abduction, we didn't realize how much trouble you all would be. Otherwise, we would have made more sure to have someone else besides me with a little medical experience."

"Oh…well, I have basic knowledge, you know, emergency things like CPR and basic care."

"Good. I'm sure you'll do fine, and then, I'll have a hand. Just finish up and we'll get started."

Tasha sat down as Mila continued to eat. The Russian skater blushed as the medic studied her appreciatively.

"I am sorry for staring," Tasha apologized, "Like I said, I have been a fan of yours. I think you are a beautiful skater, and I think it's touching how much you care about your friends. I'm sure that seeing you will calm them and make them more cooperative, so that we won't have any more unfortunate things happen."

"I don't know if I'll be so reassuring to them when I don't feel very reassured, myself," Mila sighed around a mouthful of food, "I mean, I haven't been threatened or anything, but I've heard enough about what's been done to Victor, who is a gentle person, and would only want to make sure everyone is calm and safe, to know that we are not safe at all. Your boss is crazy and she is dangerous. I think you know that."

"I do," Tasha agreed in a softer tone.

She moved closer to speak into Mila's ear as the Russian skater blushed more notably.

"That is why you are going to be so important. Kat is aggressive towards men, and she enjoys hurting them. She does not sympathize with them, but she will listen to another female. If you cooperate with me, and help me to keep the others calm and cooperative, we can keep Kat from hurting them anymore."

Mila started to answer, then paused, giving the medic a curious look.

"Tell me something first," she replied cautiously.

"Hmm?"

"If you don't like what Kat is doing, then why are you with her in the first place? And, if you are with her, then why are you being kind to me?"

Tasha laughed softly, her eyes registering amusement at the questions.

"I've known Kat for a very long time," she answered, "You can imagine being a transsexual living in Russian society, da?"

"Of course, that would be difficult," Mila said, frowning, "People are not very tolerant, some of them, anyway."

"Right, so I stay close to Kat to look out for her. She is a criminal, so it's not so easy. I do what I can to help her with her rage over what was done to her, and I try to make sure that no one dies. I'm usually successful, but not always."

Mila's breath caught and she bit her lips, looking at Tasha indecisively. Tasha's smile warmed, and she patted the skater's cheek gently.

"You want to know what happened," she sighed, "I know. It is brutal, though, and I don't want to upset you, so…let us just say that some time back, a group of men spotted Kat hanging out with some friends in Saint Petersburg. Now, you know that Saint Petersburg is a more tolerant place, but even there, you have to be careful."

"And Kat really sticks out, because her look is so striking," Mila surmised.

"Yes. Well, on that night, Kat was dancing at a club and a group of troublemakers saw her, and learned that she is a transsexual. They got something into her drink and lured her out into the parking lot, where they beat her to within an inch of her life."

"Oh my god! That is horrible," Mila said, covering her mouth.

Tasha nodded.

"You know that your friends, Victor and Yuuri, although they live together and love each other, have to be careful not to express too much in public."

"That is true," Mila agreed, her look of worry increasing at the mention of her friends.

"The hatred for those who are sexually different," Tasha mused, "it is unfair, but what can we do? When Kat was hurt, I was the one they called to come to her. Her family had disowned her, and she was having a rough time of it. If you think about it, it's not so surprising that she eventually began hating men for what those men and others did to her, and she became a criminal. If nothing in life was going to be fair to her, well then, Kat was going to be just as ruthless."

"I would say that she's become heartless," Mila said, shaking her head, "She's the reason Victor was nearly drowned, and you and I both know that Victor did nothing to deserve it."

"Just like Kat did nothing to deserve the beating she was given," Tasha said sadly, "At least, that's how she sees it. As good hearted as he is, Victor is a man, and not just a man, but one whose fame is built on deception."

Mila frowned more deeply and blinked in confusion.

"Deception?"

"He is an actor, like those men who hurt Kat. Kat knows that it would be easy for someone like Victor to play with her, so she lets him know she has no trust for him. She knows Yuuri is Victor's weakness and she uses this to manipulate him."

"W-well, I understand why she is that way, I suppose, but I can't forgive her for hurting me and my friends."

"Is that right?" Tasha sighed, "And I suppose there is no forgiveness for me either?"

"Eh…"

Mila felt the breath leave her lungs and her mouth dropped open, her eyes widening as Tasha moved in so that their lips were almost touching.

"You asked me why I am being kind to you and trying to help you and your friends stay alive? You suspect it is more than just being a healer by nature, da?"

Mila stared back at her, unable to answer.

"I have already told you that I admire your skating, and since we have met, I very much admire you, Miss Mila."

Before Mila could answer, she placed a very tender kiss on the surprised skater's lips, and while Mila's heart skipped and raced, and her skin paled in shock, Tasha rose and gave her a little wink.

"Let me know if you want to be of some help to me," she giggled, "I will be back."

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A little whimper registered in Victor's foggy mind, and he began to rise slowly out of the haze he found himself immersed in.

Something happened. Something painful. What was it?

A stinging ache registered suddenly between his thighs, and at the same time, the memory returned.

"Try not to scream, okay?" Kat snickered, "This is going to hurt, but hey…at least it will be out."

She winked at him and took hold of the catheter. An agonized scream escaped him as the device was brutally removed.

"Victor!" Yuuri sobbed.

"It's okay!" Victor hissed, tears leaking onto his face, "I'm f-fine."

"You're not fine!" Yuuri shouted, his hands clenching and his blind eyes blazing, "Kat, you're a goddamned monster! Victor didn't do anything to deserve that, but you're evil! You're cruel! And I hope to god that when our rescue comes, that they kill you for hurting us!"

"Yuuri, stop!" Victor cried.

"No! I can't take it anymore. I don't care what she does to me. I'm not going to…!"

Yuuri stopped abruptly at the sound of a heavy click, and he heard Victor make a small exclamation.

"You know what that sound is, don't you?" Kat snarled, as Victor remained frozen with the gun pointed at his temple, "If you want me to blow Victor's brains out, right now, then by all means, go ahead and threaten me. If you want to live, then you shut up and bring him."

"B-bring him?"

"Yes, honey," Kat answered, her voice dripping with malevolence, "You are going to pay for what you just did…big time!"

"Yuuri, do as she says," Victor said with forced calm, "If you lose it again, she is going to pull the trigger, and I don't want to die. You need to calm down and please, just do what you're told. I will be all right."

"You…you're not all right!" Yuuri sobbed, "I've never heard you make that sound before. Sh-she hurt you!"

"And she will kill us both if you don't calm down," Victor persisted, reaching out and touching his distressed lover's hand, "It's okay. Even if she had done it carefully, it would have hurt."

"Not like that, it wouldn't," Yuuri said in a calmer, but still unsettled voice, "She is heartless, and the more I witness what she does, the more I am convinced…she's just going to kill us anyway. She's that cruel."

"Well, you aren't wrong that I will kill you if I have to, cupcake," Kat teased, "But remember, that if this goes bad, I don't get my money, and it costs to have a fine staff and facilities like these. Word to the wise, I do want to give you back to your loved ones, but it will be in pieces if you defy me again. Now…"

Victor shivered as the gun was pulled away, and Kat smirked at him and prepared a syringe.

"What is that?" he asked nervously.

"Just something to take the edge off the pain, dear. Hold still, now."

He felt a stinging in his arm, and in a shockingly short period of time, his body began to feel like it was floating, and his vision faded.

"Cross me again," Kat warned Yuuri, "and the next one will be lethal! Pick him up and bring him!"

Victor shifted just enough to know that he was securely bound. He opened an eye, but found that a blindfold had been placed over his face. The bed moved and he heard Yuuri whimper again.

"Yuuri, are you all right?"

"V-victor?" Yuuri managed through chattering teeth.

"Welcome back," Kat giggled, pulling the blindfold away, "Nice of you to join us."

Victor's eyes narrowed and flared with anger as they found Yuuri's naked and securely bound form, restrained on the huge bed in Kat's chambers. The Japanese man had been forced onto his hands and knees, with his face down on the bed and his bare bottom raised. Kat knelt on the far side of him, offering Victor a perfect view.

"It was kind of boring just dominating him and getting away with it."

"You don't need to do this," Victor said softly, "You know that Yuuri gets anxious, and he lost control before. He couldn't help it, seeing you hurt me like that. I think you knew exactly how he would react."

"What if I did?" Kat chuckled, picking up a cock ring from the night stand and pausing to examine it closely, "You know, he had enough control to stop when I put a gun to your head."

"Why do you enjoy tormenting us?" Victor asked, keeping his voice level, "We've done nothing to you, have we?"

"What an interesting question, Vitya, dear," Kat said, sliding the device onto Yuuri as the Japanese skater's jaw clenched and even though they couldn't see, his eyes closed tightly, "And maybe you're right, maybe you're not. Maybe the answer is, I was hurt by someone like you."

"I don't know what you mean. I barely know you. What do you mean that you were hurt by someone like me?" Victor asked.

Yuuri quivered and whimpered again as Kat's hand began a slow stimulation.

"You like to play games, don't you?" Kat accused him, "In fact, your play acting and deceptions have made you a very rich man…so rich that you can afford anything…houses, cars, him? You've been rewarded because you learned to be like them."

"Like who?"

Kat's eyes glinted warningly as she picked up a bottle of lubricant and dribbled it onto her fingers. She let her hand slide down Yuuri's naked thigh, but kept her eyes locked on Victor's. Yuuri flinched as the probing fingers invaded.

"S-stop!" he pleaded softly.

"Oh," Kat said with false sympathy, "I know you want Vitya's fingers, not mine. But, erm, he's a little tied up right now. I do think he's getting turned on. You are aroused by this, aren't you, Vitya?"

Victor scowled, but kept carefully silent.

"Good, you know that nothing you do can stop me. Nothing you say can prevent me from doing what I want with him."

"Why are you doing this?" Victor asked his voice tensing, "Why are you purposely hurting him in front of me? You hurt me. You hurt Yuuri. Is this because someone hurt you? You said someone like me hurt you, but it wasn't me. I haven't done anything to you at all. I've been helping to keep the others calm."

"Of course, but I have to keep a step ahead of you, my sly little playboy. Consider this his payment for bad behavior…"

"You know Yuuri couldn't help…"

"And, it is your warning not to push me."

Victor sighed in resignation and closed his eyes.

"Eyes open, sugar," Kat ordered him, "You don't want to miss this. You two haven't been able to fuck for what? I don't know how many days…but I'll bet you do know, don't you, Vitya?"

"I don't."

"A sly little fox like you? Of course you know."

"I told you, I…"

Victor stiffened and his jaw clenched as Kat's fingers moved and Yuuri yelped and quivered in reaction.

"Oh, he's so cute, all flustered and pink like that, isn't he?" Kat giggled, moving her fingers again, "And look at that very proud man equipment. He's real small and slim, but one part of him's not."

She nodded at Victor.

"Spread your legs, honey. Let's see how you're reacting."

"Yuuri's blind."

"Well, I'm not, and I wanna see. Spread'em," Kat snapped, bending forward and biting Yuuri on the naked bottom, making him gasp, "Oh, that just excited him! You guys must get kinky. Hey, Vitya, tell me what you like to do to him."

Victor stared at their captor wordlessly for a moment, and Kat laughed and picked up a battery operated device.

"Do you have toys like these?" she asked, "Ones that vibrate?"

Victor continued to stare without speaking.

"C'mon, you can tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Yuuri's teeth clenched and a distressed groan escaped him as Kat inserted the device and turned it on.

"Ooh, he likes that, doesn't he?"

"N-no," Yuuri answered, shivering, "I don't like it."

"No?" Kat mused, smirking and using her free hand to caress his swollen erection, "Sugar, you are a terrible liar."

Yuuri flinched and panted raggedly as Kat upped the speed on the vibrator. She glanced at Victor and gave him a wink as Yuuri gasped and writhed uncomfortably at the intensity of the stimulation.

"Pretty impressive, don't you think? Of course, you have him all of the time. I've only got the two of you a bit longer, you know, until you're paid for and released, or you're dead."

"Do you like torturing us with threats?" Victor asked, carefully leaving the rancor he felt out of the words.

"Yes," Kat said, sternly, "I do. It's only what you deserve, sweetheart. After all, how many girls did you fuck and then dump before you discovered this cute boy and changed teams?"

"I never changed anything," Victor said sullenly, "I just never fell in love with a man before Yuuri."

"Were you in love with those women?"

"For my part, yes," Victor admitted, glancing at Yuuri and feeling a twinge of sadness at the reaction on his face, "although I was young and rather stupid. Also, it's hard to give a lover the time they deserve when you spend most of your time on the ice, eating, drinking alcohol or sleeping. I admit I was a terrible lover."

"Although, I'm sure none of the ladies ever felt disappointed with your performance in bed?" Kat teased him, raising the intensity of the vibrator to its highest setting.

Yuuri groaned and strained against his bonds as the vibrator teased him, but the cock ring held back from climaxing.

"Are you at least sorry?" Kat asked, still ignoring Yuuri's discomfort.

"Of course I am sorry," Victor replied in an offended tone, "I didn't set out to hurt anyone. Young people are clumsy when they are learning to love someone, and they may not know what love truly is until it hits them in the face. It was like that with me, but I assure you, I was stupid about love, not cruel. And I didn't leave them. They got tired of me."

"Hmm," Kat mused, reaching down again to slide her fingers along Yuuri's almost purple member.

She paused, giving the Japanese man a surprised look as Yuuri let out a shaky sob.

"Oh, sorry, dear," Kat said off-handedly, reaching down to turn of the vibrator, "Went a little overboard, there."

She looked back at Victor just in time to see the look of agony and guilt that he immediately tried to hide from her.

"Oh, ho, ho, not so much in control, are you?" she laughed, "You don't like having your heart teased and pricked, eh?"

"No one enjoys cruelty."

Kate let out an agnostic grunt.

"That monster between your thighs says different. I'm surprised this boy over here is in one piece after you having your way with him."

"Who says that Yuuri bottoms?" Victor asked smugly.

Kat choked and burst into peals of laughter. Her hand shook as she slid the ring off off Yuuri's tortured length and the Japanese man howled and climaxed violently.

"That was a good one," Kat snickered, "Hmm, let's see, nature? Oh, but who cares, you've amused me."

Kat slid off the bed, pausing to release the two skaters' hands, leaving their feet secured to the iron bed rails.

"I'll just…give you some alone time, as a reward. See you later, sweet things."

Victor watched as she left, then turned his worried eyes onto his shaking, crying lover.

"I'm so sorry, Yuuri," he apologized, caressing Yuuri's messy hair.

"Why are you sorry?" Yuuri asked, gulping, "You weren't the one who lost control like that right in front of her and…"

He broke off, a startled expression on his face as Victor's hand captured his and guided it down between the Russian's bare thighs.

"V-victor!"

"Sorry," Victor apologized, caressing Yuuri's lips with his and petting his hair tenderly, "you know I'm helpless when it comes to you."