The woman was between 18 and 20 years of age.  She had a fresh, innocent look about her, a look that had long since been erased in most of the criminals Dimitri brought into this dingy cell.<br/><br/>She was slender around the midriff with a flat abdomen.  Her hips flared out voluptuously matching the curve of her breasts above.<br/>She had that classic hourglass shape that many women would die for.  Dimitri admired the woman's cleavage and flat stomach as he held her shirt open.<br/><br/>Her skin was perfect, smooth and free from blemishes.  She was pale although at this time of year that was not unusual.<br/>Her soft pale skin contrasted with her dark hair and full, red-painted lips.  He remembered her eyes were brown although he couldn't see them now.<br/><br/>She squirmed in her seat, tears trickling down from under the blindfold.<br/>"Please, let me go! I haven't done anything!  I don't know why I ran, I just panicked! Oh don't hurt me sir!" She was frantic, her young unmarked body could suffer much at the hands of Dimitri.  Everyone had heard the stories, the tales of terror that the service encouraged to enhance its reputation and break down criminal resolve even before they were captured.<br/><br/><br/>Suddenly there was a knock at the door.<br/><br/>It was Valya<br/>"Will you be needing me Sir?" he asked with a glance towards the trembling young woman.<br/>