A/N: OK there is Sex in this chapter so if you don't like it then don't read it. Also I have never had sex, and so I am only going off of what I have heard, lol, so bear with me. I am very tired, so I'm not going to read this chapter over right now, but I want to get it up, so I will read this over and correct tomorrow, I promise. Lol.

Also, those who read my "The Prize of a Warrior" I am half way through the chapter. I have finished Calling Hawks point of view and things are steaming up ;) , and It is musch longer than the other chapters, so I am working on it! Have no fear. Lol,

Anyway, please review, and be kind please. Also I will correct any mistakes tomorrow night, when I am back from school.

His hands gripped my hips and pulled me into him firmly. "Sir, I-I don't understand." I said trying to pull away from him. I struggled against him but he wrapped his arms around my body keeping me in place. "What about our agreement?" He asked and I stopped moving.

"You-you said company." I stuttered out. "let me go." I said and went to move but he held fast.

"You don't hold up to your end of the bargain then I wont hold up to mine. I can make your life hell here Jane. It can be hell, or I can make it quite…pleasurable." He said lowering his hands to my lower stomach. "I can move you to the isolation cell. It's barley wide enough for you to sit down. The floor is covered in water, there is a window, to high for you to crawl out of, always opened. I will cut back on your food rations. You'd be left in that cell to rot. Cold, hungry, forgotten, and alone. I am offering you a better life than that, Jane. Just honor our bargain." He placed a warm kiss on the cold skin of my neck and my resistance wavered.

"I-I'm not a whore." I said forcefully.

"Who said that?" He asked moving down my shoulder. I shivered involuntarily when he nipped at my neck while running his hands down the side of my legs.

"I'd be giving you sex for food, and other luxuries. That's payment." I said and tried to get away again. He spun me around quickly pushing me gently into the wall.

"It's a man helping out his lover. That is all it is." He said grabbing my chin and placing a kiss to my lips. I let him kiss me as he wanted for a few minutes, but when I felt his hands sliding up my legs I pulled back and hit him on the chest. It didn't seem to affect him in the least. He looked at him, his eyes glowing with anger, upset that his plan wasn't going how he thought it would I guess. Before he had the chance to speak I blurted out.

"I have never done this before." I thought he'd let me go if he knew that. He wouldn't take advantage of a virgin would he? He looked at me a moment before the anger faded and a smile spread across his face.

"I'll be gentle with you…the first time." He said and pulled back and took off his overcoat and began working on his dress coat. I shrank back in the corner and put my arms up when he began to walk towards me. He stopped just in front of my hands. "Jane, haven't I been good to you?" He asked and I nodded. He had been very kind, considering. "And you told me all that information, but if you don't give this to me then the deal is off, and you have betrayed your family and friends for nothing." He spoke smoothly and I felt tears well up in my eyes. It was true after all. I dropped my hands and let him walk closer to me. He pulled me into his arms and led me with him to the chair. He sat down and had me stand between his legs.

"Will it hurt?" I asked, and he smiled at my sign of submission.

"At first, yes it will." He told me. "Lift your arms over your head. I wish to see you." I did as I was told and he lifted my smelling prison gown over my head. When he threw the old dress aside he looked me over. I strained to hear what he said, but I think he whispered something in Russian. He ran his hands down my sides and stopped at my hips.

"I-I don't want-" Tears stung at my eyes. I wanted to let him do what he wanted if it meant a warm cell and food in my stomach. His hands closed around my hips and hoisted me onto the table, on my back. I clamped my legs closed, desperately trying to hide myself from his view. He leaned over me, one hand on my knee, so his face was right in front of mine.

"We had a deal." he said, his accent becoming stronger with his anger.

"You-you promise you will give me more food and blankets? And-and protection." I asked. He stood back up and ran his hands down my thighs.

"Yes." He said and pried my legs open. He spoke in Russian again and I closed my eyes looking away. I felt so ashamed, but I knew what happened in these prisons. It would be much worse to refuse him.

I felt tears leak from my eyes while he ran his hands over my thighs. He spread my legs even wider apart and I was left completely vulnerable to him. He reached for his belt and I turned my head to look at him. His face was flushed red, and his eyes burned searing hot as they gazed over my body. "Just relax." He told me and I nodded. I looked away when he pulled himself from the confines of his pants. I felt him lean over me then, the warm fabric brushing against the cold skin of my chest.

He kissed me softly on the lips when he entered me, and my moan of pain was swallowed by his mouth. He groaned but did not move, at least he was decent enough to give me time to adjust. "Dmitry?" I whispered when he kissed my neck and began moving.

"Yes, that's right, say my name." He said. "Tell me you want it." He said forcefully and he became more urgent in his movements.

"I want it." I said in gasping breaths.

"Yes," he began speaking in Russian and I pushed down my shame and allowed myself to enjoy my first sexual encounter. He pulled out of me and came on my prison gown. "I've always wanted to fuck an American." He said with a heaving chest.

"What am I supposed to wear now?" I said. I moved to get off of the table but a sharp pain shot up between my legs. I was angry at him beyond belief. Coming on my clothing, as gross as it already had been, was just a low, degrading action. It was not even as if I could simply say 'I refuse to wear that'. I couldn't go naked in a prison with, obviously sex deprived, male guards.

"I will find you a new one." He said buttoning himself back up.

"You want me to wear that…after you…after you-you-" I let out a small yell of frustration. I had already picked it up and was trying my best to keep my body from view. He looked around a moment and grabbed a hold of his thick, wool overcoat. Ripping the gown from my hands he placed the coat around me. It pooled at my feet, but I was immediately warmed by it. It seemed the Russians really knew how to keep warm.

"You may keep that till I find you a suitable replacement. Besides it will take some time to get you a spare blanket, I will need to wait for a shipment for the officers stationed in the prison, and then I will give you my old blankets." I nodded at him and wrapped the warm coat around me.

"Wont you need your coat?" I asked quietly. He still intimidated me an incredible amount.

"I have another up stairs. I will lead you to your cell." He told me and he placed his hand on my back.

"Won't the guards wonder why I am wearing your coat?"

"They know why I am keeping you." He said simply and I looked down and nodded, feeling dirty. I turned into the 'wardens' personal whore. When he got me to my cell he opened the heavy door and I walked inside. I turned back to him and he looked at me. "You do not want to be moved?" He asked and looked inside my cell suspiciously.

"No"

"There are more comfortable cells." He said.

"I want to stay in this one. It is familiar to me." I said and he nodded, glancing around the room one more time. I wouldn't be able to talk to Aksel anymore if I was moved and I didn't want that to happen. I was going to ask him if he would be back, and if then when, but he shut the door without another word. The moment the door shut I heard to sound of the small brick in the wall being pulled out and I looked to see a note being passed through.

You gone a long time. Are you ok?

The note said. I took the old match and pondered what I should say. I couldn't tell him I slept with a KGB officer. One who was holding us hostage, and had probably tortured everyone in this cell in some way or the other.

They asked questions.

That would be ok. I mean it is not like that would be new. They were holding most everyone in here because they had some type of valuable information, so it was believable that they would question her for so long. Hopefully he wouldn't ask if I had told them anything.

Did they hurt you, what you tell them.

Oh great. I was to ashamed to tell him what happened in that room. I had just offered my body for food and water. I suddenly felt disgusting the more I thought of it. He had not been cruel to me. Actually the Russian Major had been nothing but kind to me since I met him, but still how could I have let him do that to me. Now I was just his whore. "They know why I am keeping you."

That made it even worse. All those guards knew that I was his 'little American whore."

No. nothing important.

That was all I told him. He must have thought I was lying because as soon as I passed the note through the brick was replaced in the wall. I don't think he thought I had told them everything. I think he thought I was hurt, and didn't want to talk. Either way was ok with me. I didn't want to have to lie to him right now.

I pulled the heavy coat tighter around my body and laid down on the hard heavy plank that was my bed. The coat spelled good. It spelt like him.

I hated the fact that the smell had an odd comforting effect on me. It was way to big for me, so I pulled it up around my head. The ends still covered my feet, but I had the extra fabric as a pillow.

I was awoken the next day by a hand coming down around my arm and pulling me out of the cell and down the hall. This time however I was dragged down the other side of the hallway and a guard blind folded me. I was pushed up the stairs and it wasn't until I entered a warm room that smelled of coffee wafted up into my face and I inhaled deeply. I hugged the Major's coat tightly around me and I was moved to sit in a chair and I felt my knees hit what I assumed to be a desk.

I heard a Russian voice speak then in a dismissive manner, I guessed he was telling whoever brought me in to leave.

"Dmitry?" I whispered. It sounded like him, but I wasn't sure if it was him and I didn't want to anger who ever was there, or get him suspicious.

"remove the blind fold." He said and I reached my hands up to pull off the piece of black cloth. In front of me was the most beautiful thing I could have seen. I saw a steaming bowl of what reminded me of the chicken pies my mother used to make. I starred at the steaming bowl in front of me and then up at Dmitry's face. He had a smug smile on his face and his arms were crossed in front of him.

"Hungry?" He asked and put his feet up on the corner of his desk. His brown boots came up just bellow the knee.

"Oh yes sir." I said. I waited for him to give me permission, I didn't want him to be angry with him.

"You may eat." he told me and I immediately began to bite into the hot chicken. I moaned as I placed the hot food into my mouth. I was aware of him staring at me with a cool look of self satisfaction.

"You enjoy the food?" He asked.

"Yes sir." I said hunched over the bowl, my mouth fill of chicken and the creamy gravy around it. He laughed softly and brought his feet back to the floor and sat straight. I watched him, without moving my head away from the bowl and saw him write something down in Russian on a piece of paper near by. "My coat has kept you warm?" he asked and stood, towering high above me. He walked stiffly, and slowly over to the door of his office.

"Yes Major." I said and felt my muscles tighten when I heard the solid click of the locking door. "It is very warm." I heard the shake in my voice.

"No need to be frightened, Jane." He said. I shivered when he said my name and I shoveled more of the food into my mouth. "Is there anything else I can get you?" He said and touched my arm before sliding it up to my neck.

"could I maybe brush my teeth? Or clean my face? Or my hair?" I asked expected the answer no.

"When you are finished eating, you may use the sink in my bathroom through that door there." he said pointing to a door on the far side of the room.

"Thank you sir," he sat back down behind his desk and starred at me again. We fell into silence and the look on his face made me want to go back to my cell. I wrapped the coat tighter around me.

"Warm you say?" He asked about the coat.

"Yes Sir." I said and put the last piece of meat into my mouth.

"Wool. Russian made, we know how to stay warm." He said smugly.

"I am done Major." I said and he nodded and called out in Russian. A guard came into the room and took away my meal.

"Through those doors there." He said and I walked over and opened the wooden door. The sink was white, and plain. It was a small room, only a toilet, and sink in the room, and a small mirror placed over the sink.

I didn't look as bad as I thought I would. My hair and face was greasy, and I looked very pale, but other than that I looked like my normal self, maybe a little thinner. I splashed the warm water into my face brushing off the grime. I wet my hair, but quickly. I wrung my hair dry as fast as I could. I didn't want to freeze when I got back to my cell. I swished some water in my mouth, doing my best to clean what I could.

"Jane." I heard his voice from his office. I walked out of the small room and kept his heavy coat wrapped around me for protection. I walked over to him, my bare feet making a small tapping sound against the wood floor. When I got in front of him he reached for my hair. He spread it over my shoulders and grinned wolfishly up at me. I was terrified. This man had the power of life and death and I could literally feel the power emanating off of him. Reaching over he grabbed a furry bundle off of his desk. I realized it was his hat right before he placed it on my head.

It was a little to big, and the ear flaps fell over my cheeks. I gulped when his hand fell to his pants, gently rubbing himself through the material of his pants.

"I've wanted for so long to teach an American their place." He said breathily and I began to tremble. His free hand came up and squeezed my bicep through his coat. He quickly ripped the coat open exposing my front to him completely. He stood and before I knew it his warm hands clamped themselves on my waist and heaved me up against the wall. My thighs were on either sides of his and he held me against the wall, four feet from the floor.

"Sir I-"

"Shh." He cut me off and ran his palms over my stomach. "I did not have the time to appreciate you fully last time. Make no mistake, I will remedy this now." His hands made their way up to fondle my breasts and I gasped out in surprise. I felt shame well up inside me, but it was soon pushed aside by the pressure I felt building in my stomach. "Kraseeve." He said and leaned forward, latching onto my neck with his mouth. My stomach tightened I flung my head back. He looked at me, and still holding me against the wall reached for his trousers and began to unbutton himself.

I reached for his shoulders to steady myself. "You know how fucking good you look." He ground out and placed himself at my opening. "Your hair wet, spread over your shoulders. Wearing my coat, opened for me, pressed against the wall your thighs spread wide for me, wearing my Ushanka…" He pushed into me. He grunted and groaned into my ear and I clung onto him. He pulled out of me and ejaculated onto the floor. He didn't move right away, he stayed pushed against me, holding me up against the wall. My eyes grew heavy and I laid my head against his. He began to pull away but I clung to him. I didn't want to go back to the cold, wet cell that was waiting for me. I didn't want to leave the strong warm protection I was wrapped in.

"Please don't make me go back. Please?" I whispered in his ear and he forced my feet back onto the floor. "Please?" I said my voice shaking. My hands clung to his shirt and he looked down at me, his face completely indifferent.

"You must go back to the cell" He said, over pronouncing every word. My hair was practically dry now, and he removed his hat from my head.

"I don't want to go back. Please, don't make me." I begged now, my pride be dammed. I didn't want to be alone again. "I-I can do other things for you." I said desperately. He watched me with through have closed eyes, and I thought I saw a glimmer of pity in them. "I-I could-" I stopped talking and fell to my knees in front of him. I immediately reached for his belt and an expression of surprise spread across his smooth features. Before I could get past the belt with my trembling hands he lifting me to my feet.

"None of that. Not yet anyway." He said and smirked at me. "All in good time. Now you must go back to your cell. He walked around the side of his desk and picked up a dark brown prison gown. "You may wear this." he said and handed it to me. I slowly removed my coat, despair filling me. I slid quickly into the new gown and he disappeared into a small room and returned carrying blankets. "You may take these back with you."

"I cant still wear your coat right?" I asked and he frowned at me.

"You will not need it with the blankets." He said and placed the blankets on the table.

"Please?" I asked and he smiled softly and nodded.

"Still bring these with you." He said and I slipped into his warm coat. He called out and I was soon escorted back to my lonely cell and pushed inside. I quickly went about making a suitable bed. I placed one of the wool blankets down as bedding, and used the other as a pillow. I laid down then, completely exhausted. I fell asleep moments later, breathing in the sent of cologne and coffee.