(Part III – China Doll)
Her skin was porcelain – smooth china doll white with just the hint of pale green veins running underneath. Flushed red lips and light hair – matching lingerie and stockings the color of sweet Belgian chocolate, and the most perfect breasts a man might ever see.
He runs his tongue along her collarbone and in the cleft between her breasts.
She dances slowly – practiced and without a smile. She is beautiful and he kisses her neck – but she does not smile. She is the type of woman man go crazy for – the perfect heart-shaped ass and lean legs. He lusts for her soft skin, her lips, her body – but she is unresponsive. He wants to feel her pressed up against him – under him – possess the beauty before him. He licks the soft flesh of her earlobe – and she dances.
One more kiss of the skin he so wishes have. One last taste of the flesh he lusts for – but he only thinks of the girl she once was – the father and the mother she had – perhaps even an uncle to play with. The life they had torn her from. The way her eyes stay trained on the wallpaper betray her – how detached she is – how trapped she is – and he turns away, grabbing his shirt from the chair and slipping it back on.
She is looking at him when he turns back – a hardened expression on her face. No doubt Tatiana had told all of them how poor pathetic Kirill couldn't get it up that night. No doubt she was thinking he had some sort of problem – not that he couldn't stand her detachment, the silent plea for him to leave her alone – but she would be wondering if it was a disfigurement or physical problem – or if he were just a fag.
Her eyes were so pale and lovely, and her body so flawless. He finishes buttoning his shirt, thinking if only he could just take her whether willing or not. No wonder his father calls him a disgrace.
He steps forward and caresses her soft porcelain cheek. If only it weren't such a disgusting thought – to take the unwilling. Her face is cold.
He draws his arm back and slaps her across the mouth. She is on the floor as he grabs his coat and walks out.