Sergei let out a muffled grunt as Yelena thrashed back with her leg. She couldn’t have aimed it very well, but just by dumb-luck, she struck Sergei in his most sensitive target zone. Her athletic leg thrashed back blindly, yet managed to hit him square in the grapes. He ground his teeth together and leaned harder on Yelena to try and keep from shouting as that dull ache crept up into the pit of his stomach.<br/><br/><em>“Fucking Bitch!”</em>Sergei swore in his native tongue, joining Yelena in her chorus of multicultural swearing. “I’ll pay you back for that too.”<br/><br/>When Madeline began the process of forcing a gag in, Sergei was all too pleased to yank Yelena up by her hair and seal his palm over her mouth. Sergei propped her head up off the table, by sliding the barrel of the pistol under her chin as his free hand slid over her mouth. After positioning himself out of kicking range, Sergei pressed up against Yelena’s backside and sank his teeth into her earlobe slowly.<br/><br/>Just as they seemed to be making progress with the gag, Sergei heard the turning of hinges, the doorknob turning slowly and the door swinging open just a bit. The Russian glared back, just in time to make eye contact for just a moment before the unwelcome observer tried to flee.<br/><br/>“Shit! Hold this bitch!” Sergei shouted at Madeline before dashing away from the table, as fast as he could with his limp. “Stop right there!”<br/><br/>Serge slammed the door open with his shoulder and hobbled after the girl who had fled, thrashing out with his hand to try and grab her by the neat golden bundle of hair at the back of her head.