Chapter 42

Henko wasn't sure where he was going. The place he wondered around was quite big. He soon starting to hear voices coming from a room. They sounded familiar, so he decided to check it out.

Opening the door to the room, Henko was met with men he knew perfectly well. The men were laughing as they spoke of something Henko was unsure of. One of the men took notice to the Henko standing in the doorway.

"Oh, looks like the princess finally awoke from her sleep." Mark spoke out. Two other men looked towards Henko, Devan being one of them.

"M…Morning." Henko spoke out.

"Morning? It's late afternoon." Mark took a swig of his drink.

"Oh. It is. I didn't know." Henko was unsure how to talk to the men. They had harassed him over the last few months. They were also the ones that started the whole misunderstanding between Ivan and him.

"Well that's understandable." Mark replied breaking Henko from his thoughts. "The boss was fucking you quite a bit. Your voice really lingers." Henko went bright red from that comment. Was he really that loud? How he didn't want to be in the room any more. Henko just wanted to run and hide.

"Quit giving him a hard time." Devan spoke out as he blew the smoke from his cigarette out of his mouth.

"Oh, come on." Mark spoke. He stood up and made his way over to Henko. The man reeked of cheap beer and cigarettes. The man reached out making Henko jump from fear. The man in front of him was taller by several inches. Henko knew if the man wanted to, he could easily over take Henko. "What are you afraid of?" The man whispered. He touched the long blonde hair, allowing it to flow through his fingers. "Why not let me have a chance with that body of yours. It seems our boss loves it. So why not let me have a taste." Henko was scared beyond his wits. He didn't know what to do. He was completely frozen in fear.

"Knock it off Mark. You're going to piss of the boss. That's his woman that you are fucking with." Mark glared at Devan.

"This faggot is no woman? I don't understand why the boss even wants something like this?" He turned back over to face Henko again. "So, I just want to see what makes this fag so special." Mark cupped Henko's face. Henko closed his eyes not wanting to see what was going to happen next. A sound was heard and Henko opened one eye then both.

"I said, get away from him." Mark held a smirk on his face and he raised both of his hands up in the air.

"Okay okay. You don't have to be such debby downer. I was just teasing him."

"You know fully well as I do, that the boss wouldn't take your joke as being funny."

"Yeah yeah." Mark moved away from Henko and that was when he noticed the gun that was pointing straight at Mark's head. Once he plopped back into the spot he was before, was when Devan lowered the weapon. Putting it away, he looked over at Henko who was still shaken up by what just happened.

"Don't mind him. He knows that if he does anything to the boss's woman, he'd be living with the fishes.

"Boss's…woman…?" Henko was not used to hearing those types of words. "You mean me?" Henko questioned as he pointed to himself.

"Who else do you think we are talking about?" Henko looked to the side.

"I don't know." He was not used to this kind of stuff at all.

"I see you found the dress our boss picked out for you." Henko looked down and back up at the man in front of him.

"You mean Ivan really did pick this out?"

"Yeah. That and the wig, oh and the makeup too." The man leaned down and stared at Henko's face for a moment before straightening up again. "I see you found it. You are wearing everything I see. Also, it does look good on you." Henko started to blush a little.

"Thank you." Henko spoke out. A smile on his face.

"Don't thank us, thank the boss. He made sure you were taken care of the entire time you were out. He even had us go shopping with him. I have been with him for over twenty years and I have never seen him act as he did then."

"What do you mean?" Henko asked.