After the demonic madness and the ultimate humiliation in front of the bodyguards, Alia felt as if she had been shattered into pieces from the inside. As Viktor stepped away with blood-stained lips, she could no longer remain lying on the bed. With trembling legs, she climbed down and sat down on the floor. Her disheveled hair, the marks of the ribbon on her neck, and the droplets of blood all stood as witnesses to her defeat.
Viktor was now perfectly calm. In place of that monstrous frenzy, his face held a regal solemnity. He very composedly took out his expensive pants and shirt from the wardrobe and put them on, as if no storm had just raged through the room.
As he fastened his shirt buttons, Viktor didn't glance at Alia even once. Yet, every move he made felt like an invisible threat. Once dressed, he walked toward the door. Outside, the bodyguards were still standing there, paralyzed in shock.
With one hand, Viktor closed the door—the heavy wood slamming shut with a thud that echoed through the entire room. Then, he turned the lock.
Now, Alia sat alone on the floor while Viktor leaned against the door, his massive frame casting a long shadow. He whispered in a low voice:
"The outside world will not see you anymore, my sweet bird. What those bodyguards witnessed will remain a secret of their graves. But inside this room... inside this room, you are merely my captive, whose every breath I control."
Alia buried her face in her knees and sobbed. She realized that tonight, Viktor had not only chained her body but had also shackled her dignity and her nobility.Viktor settled onto his plush sofa and lit a thick cigar, blowing out a heavy cloud of smoke that masked his expressions. Suddenly, three beautiful maids entered the room, attending to him with practiced subservience—one massaging his shoulders, another at his feet.
Alia, watching from the floor, felt a fresh wave of humiliation. "Viktor... are you even human?" she sobbed. Viktor, exhaling smoke toward her, smirked as he toyed with a maid's chin. "Being human isn't in my nature, my bird. These maids are just tools for comfort, but you... you are the addiction I want to destroy bit by bit." ,Viktor stood up from the sofa, dismissing the maids as he lunged toward Alia. He picked her up effortlessly, her body trembling in his iron grip. As he carried her back to the bed, the three maids quickly turned around and closed their eyes, terrified of witnessing the raw, primal dominance of their master.
Viktor threw her onto the bed, his 6'8" frame pinning her down. A long, piercing scream escaped Alia's lips—"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Viktor!" As she arched her back in a mix of pain and dark ecstasy, Viktor growled against her ear, "Still want to run, my bird? Right here, in front of them, I'm proving who you belong to. Every cry of yours is my song of victory!" The maids trembled in the corner while Alia realized that Viktor didn't just want her love he wanted her total destruction and surrender.Viktor's demonic madness took a new and even more terrifying turn. In that smoke-filled room, where the three maids still stood with their eyes closed, Viktor suddenly moved slightly away from Alia. He pulled a folded contract from his pocket—one that had clearly been prepared in advance.
He gripped Alia's chin with his powerful fingers, tilting her face upward. There was no trace of passion left in his eyes, only a bone-chilling cruelty. He held the paper before her and, extending a pen, spoke in a heavy, grave tone:
"Sign it, Alia! This contract states that from this day forward, you will have no emotional connection with your five children. Even though I am their biological father, I am making this decision today."
Alia was speechless, paralyzed by a mixture of shock and agony. She never imagined Viktor could sink so low—to strip a mother of her own flesh and blood. Trembling, she whispered:
"Viktor... are you made of stone? They are your own blood! How can you take their mother away from them?"
Viktor let out a cruel smirk and leaned in, whispering against her ear:
"I'm not taking you away, my bird. The contract clearly states—you will briefly meet them (Just a brief meet) only once a year. No touching, no motherly emotions. Just a distant look, and then you leave. I want every emotion, every ounce of love, and every breath you take to be reserved solely for me. Not even those five shall have a share of what is mine."
Alia broke into a sob, screaming out:
"Ahhhhh... Viktor! You are a monster! Are you actually jealous of your own children?"
Viktor grabbed the remnants of the ribbon around her neck, giving it a violent tug, and twisted her wrist to force the pen into her hand. His massive 6'8" frame loomed over her like an inescapable mountain.
"It isn't jealousy, Alia. It is absolute dominance. Sign it, or I will send them to a place this very moment where you will never find them again."
Alia realized that signing this document meant sacrificing her very motherhood. To save her children's lives, she shivered as she finally signed the contract. The maids continued to tremble with their eyes shut, while Viktor's demonic laugh of victory echoed through the room.In an instant, Alia's proud and fierce spirit crumbled into dust. Fearing the loss of her children, she sacrificed all her dignity, sliding off the bed to the floor. She sank to her knees before Viktor's expensive shoes and fell at his feet, clutching them tightly.
Alia's tears soaked through the fabric of Viktor's trousers. Sobbing uncontrollably, she looked up at Viktor's massive 6'8" demonic frame and pleaded:
"I beg you, Viktor .. I know I am strong, I know Tae Kwon Do, I am a great novelist—but to them, I am just a mother. No matter how formidable I may be to others, I am utterly helpless before them. I've signed the contract... please, just once, let me hug them for the last time. Let me just breathe in their scent for a moment!"
Viktor remained seated on the sofa, a thick cigarette held between his fingers. Behind the veil of smoke, his blue eyes were as cold and unmoving as stone. Alia's agonizing cries seemed to leave no mark on his hardened heart. He leaned down, gripping her chin with one hand to force her to look into his eyes.
In a voice that was eerily calm and grave, Viktor said:
"Hugging them? Alia, you still don't understand who you are sitting in front of. I told you—only to see them from a distance. If you touch them, the pull of your body will be divided between them and me. And I do not tolerate sharing what is mine—even if it is my own blood."
When Alia let out another long, agonized scream
"Ahhhhh... Viktor! Are you viler than the Devil himself?"
Viktor paused for a moment, letting out a demonic smirk. Exerting his massive 6-foot-plus strength, he swept Alia off the floor and took her back into his arms. He whispered:
"The Devil abandoned me a long time ago, my sweet bird. Now there is only me and my obsession. Fine, I will give you that chance. You will see them tomorrow morning—but remember, there will be a glass wall between you. No touch, no calling out. Just a look."
Alia buried her face in Viktor's chest and sobbed brokenly. She realized she was so deeply ensnared in the web of Viktor's cruel love that even her motherhood was now a prisoner. The three maids continued to stand there in silence as the air in the room grew heavy with Alia's weeping.Viktor gripped Alia's chin harder, his blue eyes flashing with a mix of pride and disdain. "Do you know, Alia? Russian boys don't get attracted easily. They are made of stone, built to rule. But you... you are different. Your fire forced me to claim you. Everyone knows how sexy and brave Russian men are. We take what we want. I am brave because I've kept you not as a slave, but as my captive queen. I know how to extract love through blood."
He whispered against her ear, "Others beg for love, but Russians know how to occupy. No matter how strong you are, you must surrender to my courage. Tomorrow, when you face those 5 children, remember—their father is no ordinary man; he is a terrifyingly brave Russian devil." Alia cried out in agony, "Ahhhhh... Viktor! This pride will be your downfall!" Viktor merely exhaled smoke, his massive shadow completely engulfing her.