Chapter 3: Rising Action
Masha was dead. Her naked and limp body lied on the the sofa in an impossible angle, her glistening pussy oozing of Viktor's semen.
Her once vibrant green eyes were now dull and lifeless, staring at the ceiling with a vacant gaze. A crimson stain spread across her chest, seeping from the deep gash that ran from her collarbone to her navel. The room was filled with the metallic scent of blood and the coppery taste of death.
Olga and Katya stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. They had heard the muffled screams, the sounds of struggle, but they had never imagined... this. Olga was the first to break the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "What have you done, Viktor?" she asked, her eyes never leaving Masha's lifeless body. With the mixture of alcohol and drugs, Olga's question was barely audible, as her brains were in such a state of weakness.
Viktor, on the other hand, seemed to be in full control of his senses. He looked at the two women, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity. "I've done what I've always wanted to do," he replied, his voice a low growl. "I've taken what I wanted, when I wanted it. And now, I want you two."
Olga and Katya exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of fear and disbelief. They had heard the rumors about Viktor's dark side, but they had never imagined that he would go this far. They had come here for a weekend of indulgence, of pleasure, not for this... this horror.