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Hugo. Bloodied bandages on his face. Wearing someone else's clothes.

He woke up in bed. Drowsy. Disoriented. Damaged.

“Doucement, fiston… T’as été drogué…” À moustached elderly farmer said. (“Easy there, son… You were ****…”)

Hugo groaned as he sat up. Metallic taste in his mouth. He couldn’t remember much. Red hair. Flashes. Metal.

“Putain de merde…” he coughed. Blood spit in his hands. (“Fucking hell…”)

The farmer handed him a roll of toilet paper.

“Il faut que tu partes maintenant… Ma femme n’aime pas que tu sois ici… Tiens, pour le bus.” the farmer said. (“You have to go now… My wife doesn’t like that you’re here… Here, for the bus.")

The farmer handed him some money for the bus. Hugo nodded.

Hugo left the farm. He saw a pig in the distance. Fear pricking on his neck. The iron warthog striking him in his mind. He moved on quickly.

Carte Rouge: VISA…

Nadia danced all night. Her beautiful elegant form. Grinding her round ass on the pole. Breasts free. Perky. DD. She began to blush as she masturbated on stage. Her wet pink cunt. The crowd of men went wild. Euros tossed on the stage. Credit cards swiping. Drinks all around. Nadia liked being in the limelight. She was making all of these men hard, happy, and drunk on pleasure. Alice was with her all the way.

“Fuck Nadia… Superb!” Johnny said, squeezing her bare bottom as she exited backstage. They made out a little bit, until Xiao Mei intervened. Deep down she didn’t want Johnny to fuck Nadia. He had gotten her last friend pregnant. The idea of Nadia having Johnny’s babies was vomit-inducing.

Xiao Mei was next up on stage. The petite oriental desire. She bent over and shook her thick ass. Biting her lip. She wore her hair in twin tails like an innocent school girl. She really knew how to make men cream in their shorts. Pinching her A cup tits. Perfect beige nipples. She crawled on the stage. Rubbing her pussy on the face of a lucky patron at the front. The sweet aroma.

Hugo stood in the back of Carte Rouge. Looking up at Xiao Mei. He knew he needed to tell them something. He wasn’t sure… Nadia was pouring a drink for a business man when she noticed a bloodied and beaten Hugo. He sometimes had bruises from rugby games, but this was different.

“Hugo… Are you okay?”

“Nadia… You are in danger… I don’t know how… But you are… And I can’t see you anymore…” he said.

Nadia choked, “What?”

“The iron warthog…” Hugo said. Cryptic. And then he kissed her.

The bouncer tugged on his shoulder, “Eh! Eh! None of that. Get out pal…”

Nadia watched in silence. Speechless. She was in danger. Hugo hurt. It could only mean one thing. Her worst nightmare, realised. They were back. Alice’s killers. The Volkov.

Hugo turned and left the club. Nadia stood holding the champagne. Deflated.