The atmosphere in the library was suffocating with intense tension. Viktor began to unbutton Alia's shirt with brutal force. Terrified, Alia tried to cover herself with her hands and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Viktor, please... don't do this, I can't!"
Viktor glared at her with a cold, piercing gaze and roared, "Silence! Do not test my patience." His every word carried an absolute, inescapable command. Alia realized that none of her pleas would stop Viktor's cruel frenzy. As Viktor's hand moved toward the zipper of his trousers, the flickering flames in the library seemed to die down Alia's last line of defense was crumbling tonight. With every button of Alia's shirt he undone, her last shred of self-respect dissolved into dust. Alia was drowning in tears; every attempt to resist was just another part of the game to Viktor. As he began to unzip his trousers, Alia's voice choked with sobs. She realized this was no ordinary torture; it was a calculated process to completely shatter her very existence.Viktor gripped her chin with his hand and growled viciously, "Tonight, every scream of yours will remain a witness to history on these library walls. You've thought of yourself as a CEO, flaunted your power but today you will see that in my palace, that pride is worthless. You are nothing but an object for my pleasure now."
Alia's body shivered with cold and agony. As Viktor finally descended upon her, Alia realized she had entered the darkest chapter of her life. Every attack on the table pushed Alia deeper into a primal torment. Whenever she tried to move to save herself, Viktor would grab a fistful of her hair and suppress her even more brutally.
The entire library seemed to tremble under Viktor's demonic fury. Viktor savored every moment, viewing each second of Alia's breakdown as a benchmark of his success. As Alia struggled to catch her breath, Viktor whispered into her ear, "Anashia only frightened you, but I will annihilate you completely. From today on, you will never be able to hold your head high again."
Alia's eyes, behind her blue lenses, were clouded; she realized her world had collapsed like a house of cards. Every book, every speck of dust in this library remained a silent witness to Alia's humiliation today. Viktor did not stop; he pushed her to her absolute limit, erupting into a demonic laugh of triumph. For Alia, this night would never end; she was now just a helpless soul crushed under Viktor's cruel games. The table shook under Viktor's force, and with it, Alia's voice died in her throat from sheer terror. Viktor stepped behind Alia, gripping both of her hands firmly in his own to ensure she had absolutely no room to move.
Viktor leaned close to her ear and whispered in a demonic tone, "Alia, silence! There is no room for resistance now. We are at a stage where the masks of our relationship no longer exist. Whether you are my wife or my partner doesn't matter; what matters is that from tonight on, you are completely under my control. You have to accept the truth there is nothing you can do."
Alia's body was being crushed under Viktor's control, and all her resistance seemed to bow before his power. In the solitude of the library, Viktor's dominance reached its ultimate expression, leaving Alia as nothing more than a helpless witness. Viktor's game of cruel dominance had reached a turning point. Alia, who had been sobbing helplessly just moments ago, suddenly saw a shift in her own resolve, her eyes behind the blue lenses hardening with an unexpected intensity. As Viktor's frenzy reached its peak, Alia gathered every ounce of her strength and lifted her chin.
Viktor: (Releasing a long, satisfied sigh, whispering) "Ahhhhhhhh, mommy..."
Alia shifted her tone in an instant. There was no longer any tremor of fear in her voice, only a chilling sense of command. Looking directly into Viktor's eyes and tracing a finger along his throat, she said in a calm, razor-sharp voice:
Alia: "JUST SHUT UP AND BE A GOOD BOY, AND LET ME DEVOUR YOU. Good boy."
Viktor froze for a split second. His demonic smirk seemed to stall on his lips. He glared at her and roared:
Viktor: "Fuck you."
Alia remained unmoved, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. She freed herself slightly from his grip, looked deep into his eyes, and answered firmly:
Alia: "Yes."Viktor gripped her waist firmly and pulled her toward him. Every move he made felt like an obsessive intoxication of exerting primal power over her body.
Alia cried out, "Viktor... have you gone mad? Why are you doing this?"
Viktor, ignoring her pleas, leaned into her ear and whispered in a breathless tone, "Yes, I am mad. But this madness is for you, Alia. My madness runs far deeper than the torment Anashia ever inflicted upon you, and it will destroy you bit by bit."Alia played like a melody in Viktor's cruel game. When Alia began to strike at him in an attempt to free herself, Viktor gripped her waist even tighter, locking her completely within his control.
Viktor: (With a cruel smirk, whispering) "Shhhhh... Alia, calm down. Do you really think you can stop me by thrashing around? These little blows of yours are merely spice for my excitement."
Viktor pulled her into an even deeper intensity, as if he wanted to weave every fiber of her being into his own dominion. All of Alia's resistance shattered under the weight of Viktor's primal and ruthless strength. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her lips—"Ahhhhhh, daddy..."
Viktor tightened his embrace in a gesture of demonic triumph. In the suffocating darkness of the library, the pulse of their bodies merged into one. Alia was no longer just a player in his game; she was now utterly captured in his dark palaceher body numb, yet her eyes burned with a new kind of fire.
Resting her head on Viktor's shoulder, Alia whispered, breathless, "You're evil... It's hot."
Every strike from Viktor seemed to break the dams of Alia's endurance. In the excess of her torment, a piercing cry escaped her, filled with hatred and a strange kind of madness: "JUST WANNA MAKE YOU SCREAM!!!"
Alia's intense physical and psychological reaction only drove Viktor further into his frenzy. He felt a violent tremor run through his entire body, while Alia's screams echoed like a nightmare throughout the room. Rebelling one last time against Viktor's dominance, Alia spat out, "YOU... YOU! FUCK! FUCK OFF!!" In the suffocating, heated atmosphere of the library, Alia broke down into tears, a desperate cry escaping her—"Nooooo!" Her entire resistance had crumbled, but Viktor's cruelty knew no bounds. Ignoring her sobs, Viktor swept her up into his powerful arms.
He moved toward the large velvet sofa in the center of the library. He placed Alia on the sofa, but not facing him; he positioned her in front of him, back to his chest. Viktor sat down, trapping Alia firmly between his legs, ensuring she had no chance to move. His grip was now fixed on her waist, maintaining control over every breath she took.
Alia's back was pressed against Viktor's chest, and she could feel the tension in his every muscle. Viktor leaned toward her ear and whispered in a cruel tone, "There is no escape now, Alia. You are exactly where I wanted you to be. Not in front of my eyes, but beneath every touch of mine." Alia sat on the sofa, back pressed against Viktor's chest, trapped between his legs. Viktor's hands gripped her waist firmly. In the dark corner of the library, where the flames cast long shadows on the walls, Viktor began his primal and intense assault. Every movement he made felt like a destructive storm within Alia's body. Tears streamed from Alia's eyes, her teeth clenched in a mix of agony and intensity.
Alia let out a piercing cry, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Viktor pulled her closer, and as he drove himself into her, Alia's world seemed to shatter. She whispered in a daze, "I... I don't understand anything... Viktor, my body feels like it's being torn apart!"
Viktor tilted her chin up and leaned into the curve of her neck, whispering in a slow, deliberate tone, "You don't need to understand, Alia. Just feel it. At this moment, every atom of your body will only speak of my reign. Forget what Anashia taught you, because from now on, I am the only master of your body."
With every deep thrust, Alia dug her nails into the sofa cushions. Her eyes, behind the blue lenses, were fixed in a mix of agony and a strange trance. Viktor's every attack pushed her toward an unknown void, where definitions of dignity or nobility no longer existed. In the solitude of the library, the sounds of their physical union and Alia's moans of agony were the only absolute truths of that moment. As the morning light began to stream through the large windows of the library after that long, heated night, everything was still. Viktor was still beside Alia, maintaining his hold over her motionless body. Viktor pressed a soft kiss to Alia's neck, but there was no response. Alia's body was so exhausted and ravaged by agony that she had slipped into a deep sleep—a slumber that offered her a temporary escape from this hell.
Viktor looked down at her, feeling a cold sense of satisfaction. Even in this sleep, the nobility that once marked Alia's face was gone, replaced only by the marks of her defeat. The fire in the library's hearth had died out long ago, and this new dawn of Viktor's reign began in the midst of a heavy, silent stillness.