Captive of Love

It was a completely random acquaintance. And it drastically changed the life of the village beauty Olyechka Mironova. That day she saw HIM for the first time on the riverbank, where she had come to sunbathe. The girl was lying on an old blanket, and the sun was gently playing its rays on her body. She heard the screech of brakes and turned her head. Just at that moment, the car door opened, and a young, tall, blue-eyed blond man stepped out. He approached the girl with a confident stride.

 — "Where can I find Elizaveta Petrovna Semyonova," he inquired. "I was at the village council. It's closed."

 — "It's lunchtime now. And Petrovna is in the field. She went to milk the cow,"

— said Olyechka, getting up from the blanket.

 — "Yes," the stranger drawled, looking at the girl standing next to him. "How do you live here? In this backwater? No theaters, no restaurants... And, in general, no civilization... You could die of boredom here... It's practically a feudal system."

 — "Feudal, just like that?" — smiling, said Olyechka Mironova, glancing at the young man.

Andrey Polovtsev, that was the stranger's name, looked at the young, long-legged girl with a wasp waist and high breasts, tanned, with a masculine, keen gaze and, squinting his eyes, said:

 — "With your looks, you could become a city's Miss."

 — "Interesting, but who is waiting for me in your city? I have no money, no relatives either... True, my father lives in the city, but he last saw me when I was three years old."

Andrey talked with the girl on the riverbank for over an hour, proving the superiority of the city over the village. Taking Olyechka's address as a farewell, Polovtsev kissed her hand and, bowing, got into the car.

Their next meeting happened three days later. Andrey came to visit Olyechka for the weekend. He was tender and courteous not only with her but also with her mother. Polovtsev bombarded the girl with telegrams, in which he wrote about his feelings. Not only the village of Voronovka but the entire district knew that Olyechka Mironova had a handsome city suitor who would propose to her any day now and take her away with him. Oh, how the girls envied Olyechka. Oh, how they secretly dreamed of being in her place. They believed in a knight who would come to them in a foreign car, tear them away from the monotonous, gray village life, and settle them in a castle where peace and love would reign.

And so, on Olyechka's birthday, Andrey told her mother, Galina Alekseyevna, that he would take her daughter to the city tomorrow, and they would get married soon. The woman initially objected.

 — "It's somehow not right... How will Olyechka live in your house without being married... What's the rush?! If you have to wait long in the city, you can register at our village council right away."

 — "Mama... Mama..." — the daughter said, almost crying. "I've always dreamed of a wedding... But not in the village, in the city."

 — "Don't you trust me, Galina Alekseyevna?"

 — "What are you saying? But I wanted my daughter to go to bed with you as a married woman."

 — "Mama, don't embarrass people! You have such strange ideas about life!" — the daughter said angrily, kissing Polovtsev.

 — "Forgive me... For God's sake, forgive me," — the woman said, wiping the corners of her eyes with her fingers. "I really am talking nonsense... She's my only one. That's why my heart is worried. I once, in my youth, also met a city man... And then Olyechka came into the world."

Andrey brought Olyechka to a small one-room apartment. Polovtsev stretched his arms forward and embraced the girl around her wasp waist.

 — "Finally, we are alone... Finally, our long-awaited dream will come true," — said the young man, greedily kissing the innocent creature and plunging his tongue into her mouth.

Then his lips slid down her arched neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses. In these moments, Olyechka wanted to taste the forbidden fruit as soon as possible. Her head was spinning. She felt like a little girl in the arms of an experienced man. The girl looked at her beloved through thick black eyelashes and held her breath.

 — "I love you," — her lips uttered tremulously. "I love you like I've never loved anyone before."

She raised her head and looked with enchanted eyes at the beloved man in whose arms she was. Her head spun slightly, and she opened her mouth to gulp air. A shiver ran through her body. Her lips trembled. Andrey lightly touched her ear with his lips, and she melted in his embrace. Olyechka didn't remember how she ended up on the sofa. Her heart leaped with joy when he kissed her. The girl had never experienced anything like this in her life as in these happy moments for her. His magical fingers descended lower and lower down her female body until they touched the cherished goal. She tried with all her might to do everything her beloved told her. Finally, Polovtsev pressed her with his body and swiftly entered her, depriving Olyechka of her virginity. She cried out. Andrey entered her slowly, measuredly, until Mironova moaned with pleasure. She felt no pain at all and was willing to endure everything, just so it would be good and pleasant for her beloved Andryushka.

He woke up early in the morning and, kissing Olyechka on the cheek, said he was leaving on a business trip to Moscow for two days. One business trip was followed by a second, then a third.

 — "When will we submit our applications to the registry office?" — Olyechka asked hesitantly, caressing Andrey.

 — "As soon as I sort out my work, then straight to the Palace of Weddings."

Thus passed two months full of hopes for happiness.

 — "Andryusha, if only you knew how much I want to become your wife as soon as possible."

He looked at Olyechka and laughed wildly. His laughter was completely unlike the one the young woman was used to hearing.

 — "Are you stupid?! Completely brainless, woman?! What wedding are you talking about?! I'm a married man. I have a family... A wife and a son... They are in Riga now."

Olyechka looked at Polovtsev with frightened eyes, then sat down on the sofa and quietly, with trembling lips, asked:

 — "What? You're married? No... How can you be married?! You... You told me you loved me... You... You..." — she began to gulp air with her lips. A lump of nerves rose to her throat, and she looked at Andrey with confused, frantic eyes. "No... You... You're joking."

 — "Who jokes about such things, sweetie."

 — "Andryusha..."

 — "I liked you... A pretty girl... So I decided to make money off you and, by the way, help you. I brought you to the city. Settled you in an apartment... Dressed you up a bit. I don't understand, what are you unhappy about? What?! Answer me."

 — "But..." — she was trembling all over.

 — "What 'but'?! Don't like it? You can be free!" — he instantly opened the room door. "Get out of here! I'm not holding you! But remember... What will they say in your beloved Voronovka? They'll laugh at you... You'll become a laughingstock for decades... Well, why are you staring at me?! What are you looking at?! Well, you are such a fool! You'd have to search hard to find such fools. Yes, who in their right mind in our age marries a country bumpkin? Do you know many such examples?! The times of Cinderellas have long since sunk into oblivion! You reeked of manure from a kilometer away... And your manners? You didn't even know how to hold a fork and knife! How to behave in bed with a man!"

Olyechka looked at Polovtsev with eyes full of tears.

 — "Why? Why did you play such a cruel joke on me? I'm not a toy... What should I do?" — her voice trembled. "How to live on?"

 — "What to do? How to live on? Work... Enroll in an institute... Look, and you'll become a person... You're pretty... I think you'll

succeed... You'll even thank me someday..."

Andrey shook his head, smiled, and, approaching the window, opened the vent. Fresh air filled the apartment.

 — "No-o-o! No-o-o!" — a wild cry burst from the woman's chest.

Polovtsev instantly jumped to Mironova and pressed her to himself.

She completely ignored what Polovtsev was saying to her. Her whole body was trembling, Olyechka was thrown into heat, then cold. At that moment, she completely didn't want to live. When clarity came to her, she asked Andrey in a weak voice.

 — "Are you a pimp? Are you going to sell my body now?"

 — "Yes, I'm suggesting you sell your body, but not your soul."

 — "How can you?! I... I love you... You trampled me... You said you loved me... Why? Why did you lie to me? To sell me? So I would become your slave? Tell me?!"

She dug her nails into his cheeks.

 — "Let go... It hurts..."

 — "Oh, it hurts you..."

She fell onto the sofa and began to sob.

That night, Olyechka wanted to throw herself out the window. But at the last second, the woman was stopped by her inner voice. It told her not to act rashly. She could take her life even a month later... But no one could give her life back again.

One man began to replace another. If the first two weeks seemed like pure hell to her, and she wanted to drop everything and return to the village, now making love had become work for her, a means to achieve her intended goal.

 — "Olyechka, meet... This is Vladimir Ivanovich," — said Polovtsev, smiling, introducing a tall, dark-haired man with noble gray hair. "Your entire future life may depend on him. He has connections... Very big connections..."

Olyechka instantly set the table and invited the guests. She saw how the man looked at her with hungry eyes. When Polovtsev left, the stranger raised a glass of red wine to his lips.

 — "Here's the thing," — he said, confused, not taking his eyes off Olyechka Mironova. "I need a girl... A girl I could appear with in front of friends... No... Don't get me wrong... I have a family... I'm married... My wife is ill... But the problem isn't entirely with her... I have a son... He's 18... He's sick... Very sick... No... He's normal... He studies... He can't walk..." — having said these words, he cracked his knuckles. "My wife can't go anywhere with me... Everyone is with women, and I'm alone... Always alone... I don't even remember when I was last intimate with a woman..."

Olyechka looked at the stranger with her huge eyes. He sighed heavily and moved closer to Mironova. Vladimir Ivanovich took her hand in his palms and began to gently play with her fingers. He was the first of the men who simply asked for permission to be near her. She saw how he smiled bitterly and slightly closed his eyes. His words caught the young woman off guard. She couldn't contain her curiosity and involuntarily asked:

 — "So, you mean, I don't interest you as a woman?"

She saw how his neck began to be covered with red spots.

 — "I... I..." — he said, confused, not expecting to hear such a question from Olyechka. "That matter is all in order with me... For now, in order."

Mironova looked at the guest with bitterness, and a sensual smile appeared on her lips.

And three months later, Olyechka Mironova was already living in a spacious, newly designed one-room apartment with a large loggia and expensive furniture not far from Vladimir Ivanovich's office. He became a part of her life. Olyechka was grateful to Polovtsev for introducing her to such a tender and caring person, who constantly looked at her with enchanted eyes, and thanks to whom Mironova had already been to Moscow several times.

She affectionately ruffled Vladimir Ivanovich's thick hair and ran her finger over his lips:

 — "I love you... Very much... You are not only a friend, a comrade, a lover to me... You are like a father to me... I never had a father... No, I did have one... Without him, I couldn't have been born..."

 — "Do you have photos from your childhood?"

 — "I don't have many, but I do..."

She pressed against him, then stepped aside, and looked quite frankly at his fly. Vladimir Ivanovich followed her gaze and became embarrassed. He suddenly felt blood pulsing in his groin, and with one swift movement of his hand, he pressed Olyechka to himself:

 — "What are you doing to me? What?" — he asked, breathless with overexcitement. "How should I live on? What should I do? Advise me... Your voice, your magical hands constantly haunt me... They are everywhere and always with me: in the car, in the office, at meetings... Everywhere I go... I feel like I'm about to go crazy. I can't go on like this... When I imagine that you'll leave me, I get scared... Without you... I don't know what will happen to me without you..."

 — "Volodya," — she said tremulously, taking off his shirt.

 — "Love me... At least love me a little... I don't ask for much... Love me as I am... You promised to show me the photos," — said Vladimir Ivanovich, getting up from the sofa and smoothing his disheveled hair.

She lazily extended her hand to him.

 — "I love you."

 — "Give me a son," — he said, sitting on the edge of the