ILL-FATED JOURNEY™

Chapter 18

What the hell is happening? I wondered. What was I thinking? This was all I thought of for the

entire day. The scene with Vladimir in the bedroom kept replaying itself over and over in my

mind. For some sick reason, I was attracted to the murderer and for even sicker reasons my body

wanted him also, and for completely insane maddening reasons, Vlad wanted me too.

I wasn't so naive to think it was love, he was a man and going by male reactions to me, he was

just doing what they all wanted to do. He just had the rights to it – so to speak. Strangely, it

wasn't as disgusting as I thought it would be or painful. It was actually kind of ...nice. Oh, who

am I kidding! It was fucking awesome!

That doesn't mean I should keep liking it though. He was who he was, and he still had my

mother hostage...I wonder. He liked what we did too, I wonder if I can get him to bring my

mother here. He himself said Yuri would do anything for sex, would he? If I did whatever he

wanted maybe I could ask him to bring my mom? Maybe he'll even let her go after I give him a 

son.

That was another problem. The baby-making thing. I was expected to push a baby out of me

after all this, not just any baby, his royal baby. I can't bring a child into this madness, I shouldn't

even be in this madness! Oh crap! I could be pregnant now! What am I going to do? Even if I'm

not pregnant right now, by the time I leave his bedroom after my next visit, I will be.

Now I had a new problem, how do you please a man whose been with countless women, not get

pregnant and yet give him a biracial baby somehow. Oh, I was fucked... and I should stop

cursing. It was his Royal Stupid's fault I was picking up that dirty habit especially when he uses

them as a verb and an adjective.

Back to pressing concerns, how to not get pregnant? O, the porno maids! They've obviously

slept with men and have no kids, so they must have protection! But will they help me? No, they

practically worship the ground he walks on. Those bitches will rat me out in a heartbeat! If only

we were back at the winter palace, I could've had my escape friend help me, but I wasn't allowed

so much as a phone call.

Her Royal Highness Marita Azura Alexandrovich hasn't been on the internet, made a telephone

call, or seen outside this castle in five years, yet I was expected to lay on my back and spread my

legs for my kidnapper happily. I wonder how bad he wants this pussy – as he calls it – I wonder if

he wants it bad enough to give in to my demands.

I'll go to his bedroom tomorrow and test the waters, I'll see just how much he wants me and if