When we arrived, Adrian and the three platinum blondes were in his office. Adrian summoned me to join him, and I walked in with uncharacteristic confidence.
"Ivan has spent all day fucking his ass," Adrian announced to the room. "Do you need the pink hemorrhoid pillow, Chrissy?"
I shook my head, as laughter reverberated around the office, and then Mary and I joined them.
There were three other scary looking guys in there, that I had never seen before. Svetlana said something to one of them in Russian, and I realized that they were probably gangsters. I noticed that there were four red, heart-shaped, pillows in front of Adrian's desk.
A wave of fear descended on me, and I was terrified as I sat in Adrian's office. All my bravado had disappeared, and instead of telling Adrian to go fuck himself, I went back into my submissive pussy mode. Once we were all seated and in silence, one of the huge Russians moved to the door to prevent anyone from bolting, and Adrian spoke.
"I heard you violated one of my bitches again," he began ominously. "Svetlana told me all about your stunt in the limousine, Chrissy. She told me you were trying to one-up me, which I find very hard to believe. Surely by now you should know your place, and yet you still try and rise above your station. I am going to teach you a lesson today."
I swallowed hard as I processed his threat, but remained silent.
"I hear you are moving to Hawaii, Chrissy," he continued. "Far away from my influence, and power of retribution. I am going to cut you loose today. You will be free in a couple of hours time. I will give you your security footage, the non-disclosure agreement, a cashier's check for one hundred thousand dollars, the deed to your house, and my assurance that you will never hear from me again. However, I am going to give you a little something to remember me by," he said ominously.
"All four of you in fact," he continued. "You guys have been fucking around, wasting my time and money, for way too long. Sara and I are about to get married, and I am leaving on a plane for India this afternoon, to go to a meditation retreat, to clear my head before the wedding. I need closure in this house before I leave. I am going to punish you all in equal measure, before we go our separate ways. A little something to remember me by, permanently."
When he said permanently, my heart sank. Very few things are permanent, and none of them are good. Branding, tattoos, disfigurement were a few things that came to my mind. I wanted out of that room, but with the burly Russian stood there with his arms folded, that wasn't one of my options. Adrian told the four of us to kneel, and I walked to my respective sucky pillow, and sank to my knees on it. Sara, Stacey and Svetlana knelt next to me, and I noticed that they were dressed identically.
One of the Russians stepped forward, and zip-tied my hands behind my back, presumably as I was deemed the biggest threat to them. That was a joke. I was totally planning to be the most compliant one in the room. We had something coming to us, and I imagined whoever put up the most resistance, would be made an example of. That wasn't going to be me.
Adrian spoke again. "I am going to give each of you an identical tattoo on the back of your neck, to remind you of your servitude to me. I need you to sign a consent form. If you elect not to sign it, I will have one of my guys break one of your fingers, and ask you to sign it again. Hopefully, I do not need to break anybody's fingers to convey that I am deadly serious. The reason I have five people in the room, is that if you say this was done under force or coercion, I will have more witnesses than you. I already have a consent form from Sara."
I shuddered as I remembered the laminated list of Sara's limits, that Adrian had sent me a copy of.
It said something to the effect of, "if you brand me, or tattoo me, put it somewhere that I can hide from my family."
Sara had definitely given her consent already. Adrian asked us if we had any questions, and everyone was too intimidated to speak up. One of the Russians had a clipboard, and the girls signed their consent forms immediately, in complete silence. Svetlana didn't even read hers. She had lived in their world, and knew full well their threats were real.
I still had my hands behind my back, but one of the Russians held the clipboard under my nose, and I read the language of the form. He had a hammer in his other hand, presumably the instrument of choice with which to break my fingers, which was totally unnecessary. I was signing anything Adrian put in front of me.
It said that I was over eighteen years of age, not under the influence of drugs or alcohol, not under any threat or coercion, and fully consented to the tattoo. I nodded my agreement, and the guy stepped behind me, and cut my zip ties with a knife. I signed the form, and the Russian looked to Adrian, and asked him if he should zip tie me again.
"No need. Fear will keep that pussy compliant," he said, which was an accurate assessment.
After the legalities were taken care of, there was a knock on the door.
"Look at the floor, all of you," Adrian commanded, and I averted my gaze downwards.
I could still make out roughly what was happening as I stared at the carpet. The burly guy with his arms folded, opened the door, and a guy entered wearing latex gloves and holding a tattoo gun.
I heard Stacey exclaim, "Oh fuck, this is really happening."
Shortly after that, I heard her weeping softly. I wanted to comfort her but I couldn't find the words.
"Who wants to go first?" Adrian said cheerfully.
I don't know to this day why I spoke up, but something deep inside me suppressed my fear, and I heard my voice, unwavering and full of confidence speak up.
"I will go first!" I said. "In fact, you sadistic prick, if you agree to let the girls go free, you can put my tattoo on my forehead."
Adrian smiled at this idea and responded, "Deal. Your brand will be both permanent and visible. Girls, you are free to return to your seats, while I mark my bitch."
Sara, Svetlana and Stacey got up from their kneeling positions, and returned silently to their chairs. Svetlana glanced over at me and flashed me a genuine smile.
Then she silently mouthed the words, "Thank you."
I nodded, as if to accept that there was finally to be a truce between us.
Adrian turned to the tattoo guy and told him that he just needed one tattoo today, but he was changing the design. Adrian and the tattoo artist huddled, and it was clear that the guy had some major reservations, about the placement of this tattoo. Adrian asked me if I had my driver's license on me, and I said no.
I heard Adrian say he would double the payment, but the tattoo guy wanted something else, in exchange for breaking the rules.
