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Nikolai held his head in his hands. He had lost track of time. That had never happened before. Not on the streets, not in prison, not even in solitary. In solitary you knew when it was night. Maybe the lights were on all the time, maybe the lights were off all the time, but it got cold at night. Freezing. More freezing than during the day.
Here it was always the same temperature. He was completely comfortable in the t-shirt and cotton pants, the kind a hospital orderly would wear. Only the Inspector ever spoke to him. They were not even threatening him anymore. The food was the same every meal. They were trying to break him with monotony.
They had taken him down the hall twice for showers. He had not wanted to wash Adele's scent from his skin, but he had to. He could not afford to let them know how much of a weakness she really was. Then they might try to use her to get to him. He had asked once, and they had refused to tell her what happened to her. He tried to make it sound incidental. If he kept her innocent, they would let her go. This was not Russia. This was Britain. They would not hold an innocent woman for long, would they?
He ran his hands through his hair. It was soft and flowed through his fingers. Adele would have liked that.
Weak. Weak. Weak.
He closed his eyes and remembered her lips on his chest, sneaking down to his stomach. It had done something to him when she kissed his stomach. He had twitched inside.
"Ticklish?" she'd asked, and done that thing with her tongue in his navel, the thing that made his guts twist. She was playing, being playful with him, with his body, which was not meant for play, which he did not use for play, but it turned out his body craved it. When she tugged his hair with her teeth he'd groaned. It was that bad. That good.
He'd claimed he did not know what ticklish meant. He appreciated that instead of childishly licking and kissing him all over to make him laugh, instead she had kept licking down until she took his dick in her mouth.
She had been unpractised. As far from a whore as he could hope for. That made it so much better for him. And when they fucked the second time, he'd gone so slow it was the opposite of what he'd grown used to.
The door opened and the inspector came in. Again.
"I told you everything I'm going to tell you," Nikolai said dully.
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