Chapter 9: Got to Get Away

Amy had had it. “Margaret,” she whispered in her Sorbonne’s apartment bathroom as Alexander waited outside the door, “We’ve got to get away. Alexander will never let us go. I think we should make a run for home when we get to Amsterdam.”

“I agree.” Margaret whispered back. “That bastard just has too much fun fucking us over. But, how will we do it? And, what about all the compromising pictures and videos he has?”

Just then Alexander stormed into the bathroom. The two startled naked girls clutched other. Amy began to cry. “Out!, “ Alexander commanded. The girls, still huddled together naked moved out into the living area, as Alexander sat on the sofa.

“What took you so long in there?” The girls looked ashen. Margaret finally spoke. “We were talking about whether you would like us better if we shaved off our pubic hair. I think I should keep mine because it matches my red hair, but Amy thinks we both should be bare. We couldn’t decide.” Amy glared at Margaret, then lowered her eyes, hoping that Alexander wouldn’t notice.

Alexander seemed to relax a bit. “Come here girls. Let me get a better look first.” he leered. Both girls inched forward until they were standing directly before the seated Alexander. His eyes were at crotch level, He gently patted Amy, then Margaret. “Hmmmmm.” Amy started to tremble while Margaret stoically looked straight ahead.

Abruptly, Alexander got up. “Get dressed girls. We are going out.”

Amy and Margaret hurried to the bedroom and threw on their student clothes. When they reappeared in the living area, Alexander merely turned on his heels and headed out the door. The girls scurried after him.

They took the Metro across town to Alexander’s Montmartre hotel. The clerk never looked up from his newspaper as the three crossed the lobby to the stairway. Amy trembled as they climbed the stairs and approached Alexander’s room. He opened the door and shoved them inside.

Across from the door, a naked girl with long blond hair was was pressed against the opposing wall. She was on her knees, face and breasts against the wall, with her hands were locked above her head. It was obvious that she hadn’t moved for hours. Amy recoiled in horror. The smell of urine and the dirty blond hair reminded her of Marja.

Amy felt faint and fell to her knees. Margaret just stared. Alexander closed the doors and ordered the girls to strip. Once naked, they joined the blond at the far wall. A side glance confirmed Amy’s worst fears. Marja was in Paris.

“To hell with it,” Amy thought. “I don’t care if he publishes all the pictures. I am not taking this shit anymore. This is Paris, France in the 21st century. He can’t stop me if I want to leave. Fuck him!”

Amy determinedly jumped up and began to dress, while Alexander looked on with amusement. “And, where do you think you are going?” he asked quietly.

“I’m done with all this,” Amy shouted.

“At least, you could give me a farewell blow job before you go,” said Alexander.

Amy exploded. “What is it you don’t get. I am through with this. Publish your pictures. Ruin my life if you want, but I am not going to do this anymore. Send Marja to Amsterdam. Send Margaret to Amsterdam. I don’t care. I am finished. This is not eastern Europe. You can’t jail me and rape me here!”

“Maybe not, but I can hurt Margaret and Marja. I will tell them each time when I do that the pain is a gift from you. Do you want that on your conscious? Do you want them to hate you? And, I can make your life a living hell wherever you go.”

Amy deflated. She felt her courage flow out. Her shoulders sagged in defeat.

“Now, strip Amy!” commanded Alexander.

Alexander’s words infused her with renewed determination to end the torment. “Fuck you,” she shouted. “Margaret, Marja get up and get dressed. It’s time we showed this fucker that we aren’t controlled by him.”

Marja didn’t even flinch, but Margaret began to rise from the wall.

Alexander was furious. His face distorted with rage. He struck Amy in the face with all the strength that he could muster. Amy collapsed to the floor. Margaret, still naked, jumped at Alexander hitting him square in the center of his back with enough power to drive him face forward to the floor.