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“Help me find the Yellow Sign” she begged from between his knees. Her eyes opened as he unbuckled and removed the gag and she tried to return his smile with her aching jaw. Blacked Dmitri smiled. Squatting beside her, he gathered up a handful of leaves and Alexandra chewed at her lower lip, readying herself. Seeing the tiled kitchen area, she shivered; startlingly green bunches of fresh nettles stood in a profusion of vases around the stove and sink. Dmitri took a pair of wire-cutters and sheared through the silver chain with one snip. Laying his whip down on the table he produced a leather ball-gag from his pocket. This time, he also turned off most of the lights and brought a bottle and glass from the galley before moving to the couch. They rose and she took his arm. “She took pains to find me” he began. Alexandra saw him sitting there – slumped forward, open-legged – and she rolled over to crawl to him. “When it suits me, I shall kill you myself” he assured her and she fell back panting and sobbing in a paroxysm of catharsis, her body curved up from the floor like a bow. This time, he also turned off most of the lights and brought a bottle and glass from the galley before moving to the couch. The studio was furnished in a spare, masculine style, as she had expected, with bookcases and a worn leather couch dating from the imperial era. He swept her hair aside to fasten the buckle at the back of her neck then, abruptly, turned