Mabel Shot Part 3

"I'm only three years younger than Czar; he and I are practically from the old guard." She shrugs.
"He's only thirty-four, Sieta. And I don't think Mr. Gregovivk is old." I raise my hand and put it in front of my face when she throws a popcorn at me.
"Of course you don't, especially with him fucking you with the same hunger of a nineteen-year-old!" Sieta bursts into laughter and fills her mouth with popcorn.
"Maybe, but I still don't think of him as old." I take her bowl of popcorn and laugh, taking a sip of juice.
"You two are getting disgusting, seriously! Did you know that the other day I walked into the office and he was holding one of your panties in his hand?!" She makes a disgusted face, teasing me, shaking her head. "Soon he'll be walking around with them in his jacket pocket like trophies."
"Actually, he already does," I murmur, not looking at her, just hearing her loud laughter.
Czar started doing that in the last few days. He simply steals them from me before I leave for work, after he sucks me off during breakfast, as if my pussy were his main course.
"Gross!" She composes herself from her laughing fit, letting out a long sigh.
"You stopped at the part where you were a straight-laced young woman." I lean back on the couch and look at her.
"Well, I was. My parents always raised me differently. Did you notice how my mom has a hermit soul, spreading peace and love, giving me the complete opposite of what she had when she was young?" She laughs and pulls the corner of her mouth. "When Dad died, it was a tough blow for her. She lost the clinic she had, which was her dream come true, and the money she saved in a joint account with my dad to pay for my college had been spent. We had nothing. Uncle Huslan couldn't recover the assets; the bank had already sold them to pay off my dad's debt, and the new buyers didn't want to sell them back to him. So he gave that house to Mom; if he hadn't done that, we would have been living on the street. So when the reality hit that I would never be able to graduate because my dad spent my school money, I went to Czar and asked for help finding a job."
I hand the bowl of popcorn to Sieta, watching her sadness as she eats the popcorn.
"I was twenty-one and didn't know how to do anything with my life. I spent a big part of my life thinking everything was perfect, that my dad was perfect, that our lives were perfect. But we weren't; the truth is my dad was a drunk addicted to gambling who blew all our assets at a poker table and left my mom with a huge debt that cost her the clinic and the house."
She spits out all the words at once, as if she's returning to her sad memories.
"Did Mr. Gregovivk help you?" I ask, looking at her.
"Yeah, Greg has always been like an older brother to me. Before Aunt Melissa died, he lived in our house with her. If you wanted to find me, just look for Greg; if you wanted to find him, you only had to know where I was. We used to get into a lot of trouble together."
I wonder what it would have been like to grow up with someone else, if the suffering would have lessened by having a brother or sister to share my fears and dreams with. But I quickly dismiss that idea, and unfortunately, I have to feel grateful that Alekessandra never adopted another child to ruin her life, as she ruined mine.
"Why didn't you see each other anymore after she died?" I push my thoughts away, focusing on Sieta.
"Greg closed himself off; he changed after he left the hospital... He didn't leave the house or accept visitors. The door of the mansion where he lived with Aunt Melissa was locked; Uncle Huslan was the only one who went to see him." Sieta closes her eyes and shakes her head. "But that's his story, and he has to talk to you about it if he wants. I'm sorry, but it's not my place to talk about that."
Even though I'm curious about what caused Czar to shut himself off like that, I still hold back my curiosity, respecting the loyalty that Sieta has for her cousin. I just give her a smile, nodding in agreement.

"Well, when my mom and I were left with nothing, it was a year before Uncle Huslan died of a heart attack. And I, without much academic information or experience, was doing odd jobs here and there until I went to find Czar and ask for help." She takes a sip of juice and turns her face toward me. "Greg didn’t find me a job; he did something else—he paid for my studies and sent me to college to major in accounting. He supported my mom, giving her an allowance and taking care of us while I was at university. He told me I was a valuable investment for him. When I graduated and returned to Moscow, I helped Greg with the butcher shop; he was expanding at that time, and I knew other things were happening there, but Greg never gave me permission to go through the secret door of the office."
"I don’t know why that doesn’t surprise me; after crossing a refrigerated room full of cuts of beef, there must definitely be a secret door in the office..." I smile, recalling the path I took from the back of the butcher shop to the private main hall of Sodom. "What made him change his mind..."
"It wasn’t him; it was someone else." She smiles and lets me see her red cheeks of embarrassment for the first time.
"You met someone from Sodom?" I smile, more excited, grabbing the bowl of popcorn again and eating while looking at her.
"Santana, Juan de Santana," Sieta says the name slowly, taking a deep breath. "Christ, it was quite a shock the first time my eyes saw him! I was knocked out by that Spaniard with black eyes just like the color of your beard. He wore an impeccable black suit, and I had no chance when he smiled at me, looking at me as if I were prey that piqued his interest."
"I thought you liked women..."
"Yes, I do; I love them, just like I love men." She smiles at me and takes a sip of her juice. "But Santana was different; he wasn't just a man; he was a master, one of the counselors of Sodom. When he looked at me, it was as if he could see my soul."
"You and he..."
"We played? Yes, I agreed to play Sodom with Santana, to sleep with women and enjoy a bed with more than two bodies. Everything I needed to learn, I learned from him." She tightens her expression and goes silent. "I learned many things from him, and, most importantly, that being vulnerable in front of a master is dangerous. I got scared about how fast we were going, how addicted I was to him, and when the game ended..."
"You left!" I see the answer in her eyes; Sieta ended the relationship.
"Yes!" She shrugs and turns her face forward. "Remember when I said back at my mom’s house that I chose a mask?"
"You chose one of a boar, claw and fight; that’s what you said it represented..."
"That's right, claw and fight." She stretches her arm and places the empty juice glass on the coffee table. "Santana and I are good together; we fuck really well; that Spaniard knows how to bend a woman in bed..."
"If it was so good, why didn't it work out?"
"You can't ask a tiger to submit to another, Mabel. Two predators don't bend. I couldn't handle the control he had over me; I couldn't be his submissive, and he would never submit to me."
"You didn't like taking orders from him..."
"Christ, I hated it! I could live very well with them in the bedroom, but outside of it, Santana and I nearly killed each other from fighting, with him wanting to give me orders and me refusing to obey." She rubs her face and relaxes her shoulders, pushing her head back and letting it rest on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. "We were perfect together, but at the same time incomplete; we didn't have what you and Greg have..."
"What do you mean?" I extend the bowl of popcorn and place it on the table, looking at her as I adjust my cup beside hers.
"Look, Mabel." Sieta raises her arms and gestures in the air. "To have a relationship like that, accepting a dominant as your lord, you need to know that he will dominate everything; that's part of him; it's almost like breathing for them. If you ever say no to Greg, you'll leave him breathless, almost like it bugs his mind, you know?! Because he wasn't programmed to be contradicted..."
"I say no to Mr. Gregovivk..." Sieta looks at me sideways and raises her left eyebrow. "Sometimes, not always, but I do."