As Alia and Maria were whispering about their plans for revenge, a heavy knock echoed at the door thud, thud, thud!
Maria flinched and stepped back. Alia's eyes turned red with fury. The door swung open, and Viktor stepped inside. He still carried that terrifying coldness in his eyes, acting as if nothing had happened. Standing at the threshold, he gave a sinister smirk and asked
Viktor: "What did you say? Taking revenge? Were you whispering something about me?"
Viktor slowly approached Alia's bed. He looked at Alia's pained expression and the hot water bag in Maria's hand. His crooked smile widened. He leaned in close to Alia and whispered in a chilling tone
Viktor: "I could hear your hushed voices from outside. Alia, haven't you realized yet that every wall in this mansion listens to me? I crushed your desire to send messages to that pet dog of yours, Ivan, a long time ago."
Viktor then gestured toward Maria. Trembling, she bowed her head and hurried out of the room. Now, it was just Viktor and Alia. Viktor gripped Alia's chin and said, "Is the pain too much? Good. Remember this pain, because every time you think of going against me, this agony will remind you—who you are dealing with."
Even though Alia was curled in pain, she looked directly into Viktor's eyes and smiled fearlessly. She whispered back, "The more pain you inflict, Viktor, the more my thirst for your destruction grows. You came here to break me, but you don't realize I shatter into pieces only to rebuild myself even stronger. Ivan already got that message, and now, all you can do is wait for your ruin." Viktor's laughter echoed through the room, filled with the arrogance of an ultimate victory. He stepped back from Alia, pulled a cigarette from his jacket, and lit it. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he looked at Alia and spoke in a calm, lethal voice:
Viktor: "Ivan? He's my man! Did you really think I couldn't recruit a retired CIA agent? I bought him a long time ago, Alia. Every message you sent, every plan you made everything reached me through Ivan."
Alia's body went rigid for a second. Was everything she thought everything she had planned just a trap set by Viktor? Viktor chuckled and continued:
Viktor: "The man you thought was your greatest weapon is actually my oldest 'player.' He didn't just send your messages to me; he installed software on your phone so that everything you think, everyone you talk to it all records directly to my server. The person you considered your savior is nothing but a pawn I created."
Alia's eyes blazed with fury, yet she was utterly powerless. Viktor took the last drag of his cigarette and crushed it into the floor. His smile was now even more terrifying and cold.
Viktor: "Now tell me, Godmother, who will you call? The one who is supposed to save you is my slave. I have eyes in every corner of this mansion, and every breath you take is under my control. You are nothing but a puppet in my hands."
Viktor walked toward the door, stopped, and turned around to add, "Rest well tonight. Because from tomorrow on, there will be no more nights in your life only my dark kingdom. Alia sat on the bed, clutching the sheet tightly around her. Her body was trembling from the pain, but her eyes held a strange, fixed intensity. She took a long, heavy breath a sound that carried both exhaustion and a subtle, unspoken invitation.
Viktor reached the door but stopped in his tracks. He glanced down at his belt and then listened to the sound of that deep breath. He realized exactly what Alia wanted. She didn't want him to leave the room just yet. That breath was a challenge or perhaps, a sign of ultimate surrender.
Though his hand was on the doorknob, Viktor didn't step out. He paused for a moment and then suddenly slammed the door shut from the inside.
Viktor walked back toward Alia, his eyes no longer cold but burning like fire. Alia pulled the sheet tighter, but she didn't lower her head.
Viktor: (Leaning in close) "Did you think I would leave? That deep breath of yours tells me you don't want this game to end just yet. Do you really want me to walk out, or do you want this dark night to last even longer?"
Sweat trickled down Alia's forehead. She looked into Viktor's eyes and could only manage to say
Alia: "Whatever you have started, Viktor... you cannot leave without finishing it."
Viktor leaned over her, his terrifying Dark Lord persona consuming the entire room. He knew that whether Ivan was his man or not, within these four walls, Alia was completely trapped under his spell and his power. Viktor whispered into her ear
Viktor: "Then so be it. Tonight will remain the ultimate nightmare of your life." Viktor stood directly in front of Alia, his eyes filled with a primal and demonic thirst for dominance. Seeing Alia's steady gaze and challenging breath, he began to slowly unbuckle his belt. The sound of the leather sliding out echoed through the silent room like the crack of a whip.
Alia clutched the sheet tighter around her. Her heart was racing, but she didn't move an inch. Viktor took the belt, folded it in half, and tested it with a sharp snap against his palm.
Viktor: (In an incredibly low and deep voice) "You said I couldn't leave without finishing what I started, right? Then watch what happens when the Dark Lord disciplines someone."
Viktor used the edge of the belt to tilt Alia's chin upward. Alia closed her eyes in pain, but no sound escaped her lips. Viktor's terrifying presence made the very air in the room feel heavy.
Viktor: "This belt isn't just leather, Alia it's a symbol of my power. After tonight, every time you hear the sound of a belt, your soul will tremble with fear. Every move you tried to make against me will be etched into your mind and skin by this leather today."
Trembling in agony, Alia whispered under her breath
Alia: "Do it... do whatever you want. But remember, Viktor, these marks won't make me weak; they will only make me more feral."
Viktor didn't hesitate for a second. He raised the belt, and in the isolation of the darkness, another demonic chapter began. Alia's cries and the sharp crack of the belt blended together, turning that room in the mansion into a living hell. Viktor's aggression suddenly shifted into a primal, dark allure. He tossed the belt aside. Although Alia's body was still trembling from the pain, Viktor without saying a word picked her up in his arms from the bed.
Startled and in pain, Alia gripped Viktor's shoulders tightly. Viktor walked slowly toward the large velvet sofa in the room and sat down, with Alia still in his lap. The room was bathed in semi-darkness, with only the dim glow of the table lamp illuminating Viktor's cruelly handsome face.
Viktor leaned in close to Alia's neck, his breath feeling like hot embers.
Viktor: (In a deep voice) "Did you think I would only give you pain? No, Alia. Just as the Dark Lord knows how to punish, he knows how to claim what is his. Tonight, you are no Godmother you are only mine."
Alia was still panting, tears in her eyes and the marks of his earlier fury still on her skin. Yet, within his powerful embrace, she found herself forced to surrender. Viktor wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.
On the soft cushions of the sofa, their body heat rose. In a strange blend of hatred and desire, they became intimate. There was no love in it—only a demonic urge to conquer one another. Alia let out muffled cries of pain and intensity, but Viktor was in no mood to stop.
Outside, the silence of the night was shattered by Viktor's dominance and Alia's exhausted moans, as they merged into one. Viktor proved that everything from the palace to Alia's very body was now under his absolute rule. In the midst of that suffocating tension on the sofa, Alia tried to pull herself away. Her hair was disheveled, tears blurred her vision, and every nerve in her body was on fire. She pressed her hands against Viktor's rock-hard chest, trying to push him back, and spoke in a broken voice filled with pure hatred—
Alia: (Panting) "Are you... are you an animal? Is there not even a shadow of a human inside you? How can you treat someone with such demonic cruelty?"
Viktor didn't stop at her words; instead, that familiar, cruel smirk played on his lips once again. He gripped Alia's chin firmly, forcing her to look him in the eye. His eyes looked darker than the surrounding shadows.
Viktor: (In a bone-chilling voice) "Human? No, Alia, you're mistaken. You knew long ago that I am a 'Dark Lord.' And a Dark Lord never shows human mercy or compassion. Even animals grow quiet after the hunt, but I have only just begun."
Viktor leaned closer to her ear and whispered even lower
Viktor: "You were the one who wanted to play this game. You were the one who tempted this beast to wake up. Now that he is awake, why are you afraid of his form? Remember, Alia it's foolish to step into a beast's cage and dream of controlling him."
Alia shriveled in humiliation and pain, but there was no escape from Viktor's iron grip. Viktor made it clear that tonight, there was no humanity in this mansion only the dominance of a beast and the muffled cries of a captive.