He speaks to her in Russian: “give him a good time,” he says. She looks at me properly for the first time since yesterday, and touches my cheek. He looks at me like it’s the most obvious question in the world. I take his hand and lead him up the stairs and into my room. “Such a tight girl,” he whispers, and it sounds like praise. He pushes me onto my back and places my feet on both of his shoulders. “Thank you, but there’s no need.” I tell her. I think about her huge eyes, and how something so innocent looking can make you want to do such bad things to it. She looks like she should still be in school and gossiping with friends, and instead she somehow found herself in this apartment with nobody but a millennium old sociopath for company. “My saliva speeds up the healing process. “Well, family friends… I shout to Johannes that I’m done, and then I’m straight out of the door and on my way to Eva’s house. The room is a decent size. “Probably a few more great grandfathers after that, too.” He smiles, looking like he’s been caught doing something wrong, before he slides my shorts down my legs. Her eyes look tired and devoid of any life.
