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turned into a hellish
nightmare that often returned to haunt her at night in the
following years.
    To survive, she quickly developed street
smarts: teaching herself English by watching movies from America,
learning to mask her emotions and keeping herself in shape by
staying off the drugs, while throughout constantly telling Oleg she
loved him when pleasuring him to ensure she remained one of his
favorite concubines.
    In order to survive this continuing torment
over years, the pretty teenager created a private place in her mind
where she would escape to, that place was “an ocean of
tranquility—blue clear water under a cloudless sky” and had been so
ever since her parents took her to the Caspian Sea when she was a
child.
    Although Nara had never seen a real ocean, as
Oleg would never allow his favorite concubine to leave
Turkmenistan, it had remained her dream to reach it. Today she
hoped that it would finally come true by the repayment of her
father’s debt so allowing her to escape to Dubai!
    When Nara had told her mother of her plan to
repay him the twenty thousand U.S. dollars of her father’s debt,
the total sum she had managed to squirrel away from the tips of the
men and women who used her body, her mother had insisted as per
their tribal law that she should go with her as the family
representative. She had reasoned that there would be a need for a
witness as her father had drunk himself to death on cheap
“jet-fuel” vodka over the guilt of what he forced his daughter
into. Despite arguing heavily with her and against her better
judgment, Nara had allowed her mother to come with her.
    Arriving at his office next door to the newly
built Sheraton Grand Hotel, neither Nara nor her mother had any
idea of how the next forty-five minutes would mold, change, and
shape their family’s destiny forever.
    Walking into the office they were met at the
door by his best man and enforcer who was wearing a cheap green
suit, shirt, and white tie made by a Pakistani tailor from Lahore,
a pair of cheap black shoes, and his pistol showing under his
jacket. He smelled of the strong perfume that men from the Middle
East often wore to mask their body odor known as Yuri Karajaýewiç
Gorbunow.
    A typical looking Turkman with a Chinese look
to his face, dark thick hair with obsidian dead eyes, stocky in
build, around 5’8” and had a body of 210 pounds of rock hard
muscle. A veteran of Afghanistan, where as a member with the 105th
Guard’s airborne division, he had earned a fearsome reputation as a
sadistic, brutal killer who took enjoyment in celebrating his kills
by removing the ears of the Mujahideen with his hunting knife. He
had always desired Nara ever since Oleg had once, as a reward for a
particular job well done, given him access to her young body.
    The beautiful teenager felt her entire body
shiver, a reaction she always felt when he looked upon her with his
leering smile. Today this terror was even worse, for Nara could
have sworn she saw him lick his lips the second he set eyes on her
mama.
    “ The Boss will see you in
five minutes; he is just finishing with an important client,” he
stated as he continued to leer at her and her mother. Forcing her
troubled mind to acknowledge him, Nara did so with a polite “thank
you,” followed by a forced smile, her only weapon in an attempt to
disarm him.
    An attractive looking forty year-old woman,
Tania, possessed looks that would be best be described as similar
to that of her daughter. Her face had the same high naturally
puffed up cheeks, extremely thinly plucked eyebrows, deep brown
eyes with one or two laughter lines surrounded by dark eyelashes
and her natural pout smile and luscious lips framed with long jet
black hair gave an observer a direct link to Nara. Yet because she
was 5’4” in height and had a naturally bronzed, fuller, curvy
figure, something that was reinforced by her ample breasts and
larger rounded bottom compared to that of her daughter who was