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"Slit it, then. Less fun for you."

Tears were still streaming down your face, but your voice didn't shake. You were determined. Ready to die, just to spite him.

Dmitry stared at you, his grip tightening on your collar. "Svetka, would you get me my knife?" he asked, measured. Your heart was beating out of your chest.

"Dima..." she began, but Dmitry held up a hand to stop her.

"Would you?"

She sighed and stood up. "You dug this hole for yourself," she said as she passed you.

You were so drunk, you hardly cared. If you died, you died.

"Are you really just gonna kill them?" Mika asked, pouting.

"We can pick up someone else on our way home," Pavel assured him, and you wondered just how many people's lives were ruined crossing paths with this bunch.

Svetlana returned not a minute later, knife in hand. She handed it to Dmitry.

"Felix might've lived to stab me in the back," he whispered, "but that was the first and last time I got lenient with any one of you little shits."

He hooked the knife under your shirt and cut it off of you. Then, he put the point of the blade against your abdomen.

"What are you—"

You couldn't finish before he started pushing it in, slowly. You wriggled and screamed, the collar shocking you, and you tried to stop his hand. Your one-handed attempt was no match for his inhuman strength.

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You snatched the bottle from Mika's hand with your good one and took several swigs until your head spun. It burned on the way down, and he whistled in approval. Alex left to get the tweezers.

"Leave some for the rest of us, damn," Mika said, taking the bottle back.

Even like this, drunk off your ass, you were afraid. You were still desperately pressing on the bullet wounds, but despite your best efforts, you were bleeding through your pants and soaking your hands in blood.

Svetlana sighed. "Okay, if no one will move, I'll do it," she said, and you had no idea what she meant. She stood up and approached you, and you whimpered, but she hushed you. "I'm helping. Stay still."

She ripped a strip of fabric from your shirt and tied it tightly around your thigh, so tight you weren't sure it wouldn't cut off blood flow completely. "Thank you," you whispered.

"Got the tweezers!" Alex announced when he came back, looking giddy. "Let's get this party started."

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You shot Nikita a glare. What on earth did he mean by short-term investment?

He held your gaze, looking back at you with equal amounts of fury, maybe even more.

"They get along well," Alex commented in an over-the-top cheery tone. "Dima, are you sure you don't want to give Briar to me? They're basically a bonded pair at this point."

You looked to Dmitry. You didn't like your predicament with him, but you did not want to go live with Alex and Nikita. Nikita would spill blood in less than an hour.

"Don't worry, Pipsqueak," he said with a laugh at your probably-too-pleading face. "I'm not giving you to anybody." He squished your cheeks. "You're my little pet project. But yeah, probably a short-term investment. Now, drink some more."

You had no choice when he suddenly moved to pinch your nose shut and you instinctively opened your mouth to breathe, an opportunity he used to pour more vodka down your throat. It burned, and you coughed, and you thought you would drown and that'd be the death of you.

"There," Dmitry said, satisfied. "Now we wait some. I'm telling you, you'll enjoy the game much more once the stuff hits." He took a few more swigs, and for him, it went down like water. He clearly had a tolerance for it.

A few more minutes passed, and... well, he was right. The vodka was hitting. You were starting to feel way less anxious about being in the company of six demons.

"Is it time yet?" Mika asked impatiently.

Time for what, you wanted to ask. You couldn't.

"Yeah, sure," Dmitry said and stood up. "Do not touch them." Everyone at the table threw their hands up. Except Nikita. You didn't expect him to.

Dmitry returned to the kitchen with... a revolver?

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You looked at the kitchen doorway. If you really put your mind to it, if you tried to make a run for it while they were preoccupied with each other and the drinks, maybe you could make it...

No. That was dumb. They'd just hurt you further for it when you failed. So you dragged your tired body over to Dmitry's chair and knelt, trying not to jostle your broken wrist too much. Dmitry held a bottle to your lips. The smell already made you nauseous.

"Drink up," he said encouragingly. Everyone was looking at you expectantly. "My record for getting drunk is 8 minutes and 32 seconds. You can beat that if you try, Pipsqueak."

You took the bottle with your good hand and took a swig. Oh, it tasted so much worse than what you remembered from college parties and backyard gatherings. You never really liked the stuff, but somehow, the company you were in right now made it even worse.

"There we go!" Mika said excitedly. "More! Chug, chug, chug!"

"You're an idiot," Pavel told him, taking Mika's bottle and taking a swig. "Do you want them to die of alcohol poisoning before we can even have a little fun?"

"They're a short-term investment anyway, aren't they?" Nikita asked.

"Don't be so rude," Svetlana said. "But I agree, they should drink more. One big gulp won't get them in the mood."

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"Don't— don't put that thing on me!" you stammered. In the back of your mind, you were still thinking about how Nikita reacted to the mere possibility of it being on you. You did not want to find out how he would react seeing you in it.

Speaking of, he had just stumbled into the kitchen, hands and nose bloody. He shot you a glare. You averted your eyes.

"Don't be difficult," Alex said, stepping up to you, and oh... You did not realise just how much he towered over you.

"But you like the noises I make," you tried to appeal to Dmitry. "You like me crying! And you liked when— the sound I made when you broke my wrist!"

"And I still like those," Dmitry said, grabbing two bottles of vodka from a cupboard and placing one on the table; the other one he opened and took a generous swig. "But now it's gonna be double the fun. You scream, the thing shocks you, you scream again, the thing shocks you... You see how this'll be loads of fun?"

You did in fact not see it.

"They'll be an annoying, sobbing mess within minutes," Nikita grumbled as he took the other bottle. "Can I?" he asked Alex.

"Yeah, it's whatever. Also, we're obviously gonna turn it down a notch on the collar," Alex replied. "I don't expect... What was their name again?"

"Pipsqueak," Mika supplied.

You were starting to lose your mind.

"Yeah, I don't expect them to have your pain tolerance. Now, as I said, don't be difficult."

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"My wrist is broken," you said timidly, raising your swollen, purple-red wrist as proof. Mika shrugged.

"So? Make me a sandwich."

"No sandwiches," Dmitry said as he entered the kitchen as well and started arranging the chairs in the small space. "I'm not letting you eat my fridge out then hog all the vodka because you can't get drunk. You're drinking on an empty stomach."

Mika flopped down onto a chair, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. "Pavlusha, tell Dima to be nicer to me."

Pavel walked into the kitchen and sat down, not a word spoken. Mika took that as a personal offence and started badgering him even more.

You and Svetlana locked eyes. She gave you a look that said 'See? They're just idiots.'

"When's the time to put this on?" Alex asked as he entered the kitchen, holding up the collar.

"Right!" Dmitry said. "Go right on ahead."

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You stared into her baby blue eyes, and you decided this was as good a time as any to try and ask for help. Again.

"Please," you whispered back. "Help me."

She smiled at you. "Why don't we move and get the party started, hm? Once they're drunk, they'll ease up." Maybe it was a bad choice, but you decided to take her at her word. Though you weren't a fan of the thought of drunk men with superhuman strength. You nodded anyway, tears still trickling down your cheeks, and Svetlana helped you to your feet and into the kitchen. There, you remembered Dmitry's instructions on throwing his shirt away, and you quickly did that.

"I'm starving," Mika groaned as he entered the kitchen after you. "Not one single donut this entire shift. Isn't that what policing's supposed to be about? Pipsqueak, make me a sandwich or something."

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You were still coughing after being choked when the idea came to your head. You could play it up a little, maybe avoid further undue pain... So you began coughing more, deeper, trying to sound quite concerning.

"I barely touched them!" Nikita started protesting immediately, but it was too late. Alexei punched him, and when you glanced up, you saw Nikita stumble backwards, holding his nose. Droplets of blood fell onto the floor.

"Whoa, okay, Alex, I don't think that's all that necessary—" Mika tried, but Dmitry put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Let them sort it out," he said.

You were still pretending to be in a bad way when Svetlana crouched down before you, taking your chin and guiding you to look at her. "I know you're fine," she whispered. "Stop the act."