In the depths of the night, in a separate carriage of the train, fifteen girls were crammed together, fourteen of them deep in sleep. Their breaths rose and fell slowly, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and fear.All the carriages were immersed in deep sleep when suddenly a man quietly entered. He gently lifted the sleeping Elira and silently carried her to another carriage.
That carriage was a calm, room-like space where on one side, someone sat on a sofa sipping wine. It was none other than Boris—the mastermind behind the trafficking of these girls. Boris sternly ordered the man, "Lay her on the bed."
Without question, the man carefully lifted Elira and slowly moved toward the bed. He laid her down gently.Without saying a word, he left quietly and closed the door softly behind him.Boris placed his wine glass on the table, rose slowly from the sofa, and started unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time.
There was a strange calmness in his movement, and his gaze was fixed directly on Elira's sleeping face.Approaching Elira, Boris slowly came closer and firmly pressed her hands down onto the bed, then kissed her neck.Elira suddenly woke up and tried to push Boris away, but she was too weak to stop him. She gathered all her strength to fight, yet resisting Boris was difficult.
Elira screamed loudly, scratching deep marks into Boris's shoulder with her nails, causing blood to flow. Despite the pain, Boris's voice remained cold and ruthless. He sternly said, "Be quiet. If you cooperate with me, the pain will lessen."Boris forcibly pulled Elira closer. His eyes were cold and merciless, clearly showing his dark intentions.He tied Elira's hands tightly behind her back with a black cloth.Her breaths were fast and uneven; her whole body trembled.
She tried repeatedly to escape Boris's gaze, begging, "Please let me go..."
But the anger on Boris's face was beyond mercy. A dark fire burned in his eyes, unstoppable by anything. Without patience, he grabbed the torn edges of Elira's clothes and ripped them apart with force. The sound echoed in the room as Elira screamed in pain, but no one came to help.
Boris then began to kiss her shoulder roughly. Elira looked at his face and tried to back away in fear, but her strength was drained.Suddenly, the door banged open. Due to the darkness, Elira could not clearly see the person entering. Frightened, she shouted for help, "Help me!"
Weakness overtook her, and her eyes closed as she collapsed onto the bed.The man walked forward slowly and stood next to Elira.
"Who dares come in here without permission?" Boris's voice was full of arrogance and pride.But as he slowly turned to look, standing in the spreading light was Ezekiel Wolf—the prince, known as "The Shadow Prince,"Famous for his mysterious and dangerous powers. His eyes glowed with a crimson light, cold and sharp.
Boris's face drained of color the moment he saw Ezekiel. He knew there was no escape now."Ezekiel..."
Boris began pleading nervously, "Please forgive me...""There's no place for people like you here, Boris."
Ezekiel started tightening his grip around Boris's throat with his hands. Black smoke swirled around Boris as his breaths grew short and painful screams escaped him. His strength faded, and his body weakened slowly. In his final scream, he collapsed to the ground.
Without uttering a word, Ezekiel's cold gaze fixed on the corpse, then he took slow steps toward Elira.Elira was still unconscious. Ezekiel gently covered her exposed body with a clean cloth, lifted her carefully into his arms, and, supporting her against his strong shoulder, began moving toward the exit.