With a violent shove, Anashia threw Alia onto the massive bed. She landed hard against the silk sheets, her long red dress spreading out around her like a pool of blood. Before she could even scramble to the other side, Anashia turned back to the door and locked it with a sharp, final click. The sound echoed through the room like a death sentence.
He turned toward her, his blood-red eyes fixed on her trembling form. Slowly, deliberately, he began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He ripped it open halfway, letting it hang loosely off his shoulders and exposing his broad, muscular chest down to his waist. His tie was loosened, hanging messily around his neck, adding to his predatory and unhinged appearance.
Alia tried to back away, her breath hitching in her throat, but she was trapped between the headboard and the monster before her. Anashia didn't stop. His hands moved to his waist, and with a metallic clink that made Alia flinch, he unbuckled his belt and began to slide it through the loops of his pants.
Anashia: (In a low, dangerous growl) "Running is over, Alia. This room is now your world, and I am the only God here."
The moonlight through the window caught the sharp edges of his jaw as he tossed his belt onto the floor. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her like a shadow, his presence suffocating. The sheer terror of being alone with him, knowing Viktor was gone for three days, finally crashed down on her as he reached out to grab the hem of her red night dress. As Anashia moved closer to Alia, the air in the room seemed to turn stagnant. Alia's heart was racing frantically. Showing no mercy, Anashia leaned over her with predatory intent. His blood-red eyes remained fixed on her, as if he wanted to savor every moment of her agony.
With his strong hands, Anashia grabbed the ribbons of Alia's red night dress. With one violent tug, he undid them. The silken red fabric slid off her shoulders, leaving her body completely exposed to him. Alia tried to cover herself, but Anashia pinned both her hands down against the bed.
In the next moment, Anashia lunged at her with all his feral aggression and madness. Their bodies became one a collision of unbearable pain and blind rage. A piercing scream tore through Alia's throat"Ahhhhhhhh..."
Alia's scream seemed to shake the entire palace, but there was no one to hear it. Anashia was beyond restraint; he was exhausting all the hate and love of his life in this single moment. Alia's nails dug into Anashia's back, while his heavy breathing felt like venom against her skin.
Anashia: (Whispering in Alia's ear) "From today, you belong only to me. Viktor will never be able to claim you like this."
Alia realized that tonight, she wasn't just losing her body, but her entire existence to Anashia's demonic lust. Behind that locked door began a long and dark night that would leave a permanent scar on her soul. The bed shook violently under Anashia's frenzied movements. Breaking the silence of the room was only the sound of Anashia's heavy, ragged gasping. He was laughing with a dark, demonic pleasure, his blood-red eyes glowing in the shadows. He held total control over Alia, savoring every bit of her struggle.
Alia was recoiling in pain and humiliation. Her breathing was shallow and erratic. In a final, desperate attempt to shield herself from his gaze, Alia tried to cover her body with her own hands. But Anashia crushed her weak resistance in an instant.
He grabbed her wrists firmly, shoved them away, and pinned them to the sides of the bed. Alia was now completely defenseless. Anashia lowered his face to her neck and let out a deep, primal groan "Hummmmm..."
Alia's nails clawed at the bedsheets. Every muscle in Anashia's body vibrated with intensity. He whispered something in Korean into her ear again, the words feeling like searing fire against her skin. Alia realized there was no escape from this dark night and Anashia's demonic obsession. Every cruel strike from Anashia was shattering Alia's body and soul. Her voice broke into sobs as she struggled in pain, gasping out, "Ahhh... you... you... no... no..."
She was pleading with him to stop, but every 'no' seemed to only further ignite the demon inside Anashia. Alia's eyes overflowed with tears, the salt water streaming down her cheeks and soaking into the pillow. Her red night dress was now nothing more than a tattered piece of silk.
Alia began to sob uncontrollably, her cries filled with utter helplessness. She never imagined her past would return to tear her apart like this.
Alia: (Through broken sobs) "Let go... please... Anashia..."
But Anashia was completely deaf to her pleas. Hearing the sound of her crying only made him laugh harder. He wiped the tears from her eyes with his fingers, but there was no love in the touch only the pride of victory.
Anashia: "Crying won't help, Alia. There is no one to hear you tonight. Viktor left you here to burn in the fires of hell."
Alia tried to bury her face in the pillow to hide her tears, but the shaking of the bed and the weight of Anashia's heavy body reminded her every second that she was in the clutches of a merciless predator. Her entire body trembled, and the dark room grew heavy with her silent screams. The intensity and demonic energy in the room reached its peak. Showing no mercy, Anashia sought to establish total dominance over Alia. He violently pulled Alia's legs and placed them over his shoulders.
Alia writhed in agony, but Anashia's grip was like iron. He clamped his hands firmly around her waist and began to strike even harder and deeper. The bed repeatedly crashed against the wall under the immense pressure.
Alia's sobs had now turned into raw screams. Every blow from Anashia felt like it was shattering her very bones. Anashia was panting and drenched in sweat, his blood-red eyes glowing fiercely in the dark. He gripped her waist so tightly that bruises began to form on her skin.
Anashia: (In a raspy, lust-filled voice) "Viktor touched you... but I will break you and rebuild you. Tonight, you will know who I truly am!"
Alia thrashed her head against the pillow, her long hair matted with sweat and tears. She gave up all hope of escape, simply enduring the unbearable pain as Anashia pushed his madness to the limit. Anashia had lost all restraint. He was laughing maniacally, taking deep, ragged breaths that lashed against Alia's neck like fire. He didn't give her a moment's rest; instead, moving even closer, he violently flipped her over on the bed.
Alia was now lying facedown, her face buried in the pillow. Anashia hovered over her back like a predatory beast. He grabbed a handful of her long hair with one hand and wrapped the other around her throat from behind.
Anashia: (In a low whisper) "You wanted to run? Now, feel my existence without even looking at my eyes."
He squeezed her throat so firmly that she felt breathless. Alia writhed in agony, her nails clawing at the bedsheets. Applying his full strength from behind, Anashia descended back into that state of total madness. Alia's cries were now muffled by the pillow, only the trembling of her body revealing the sheer pain she was enduring.
Anashia began muttering in Korean into her ear again, his grip on her throat tightening even further. The horror of this night seemed like it would never end. Anashia was now completely lost in a dark trance. He gripped Alia's hands and waist firmly, as if trying to merge her body with his forever. His fingers dug deep into the soft skin of her waist. In the midst of this demonic moment, Anashia began something eerie—he started humming a Korean song in a low, sensual voice.
The melody was as beautiful as it was terrifying. The sound of his singing mixed with his hot breath against Alia's ear created a bone-chilling atmosphere.
Anashia: (Singing in Korean...) "Saranghae... nuneul gamgo... neomaneul bwa... (I love you... close your eyes... look only at me...)"
With every line of the song, he tightened his control over her. Alia's body was breaking in pain, but Anashia continued to strike her with increasing intensity, keeping time with the rhythm of his song.
Alia realized that Anashia wasn't just hurting her; he was using this song to claim absolute ownership over her. The silent darkness of the room was now poisoned by the haunting melody of his Korean song and Alia's muffled cries. Anashia was at the peak of his dark trance. His haunting Korean song suddenly stopped. Leaving Alia limp on the bed, he pulled a metal key ring from a drawer. The ring shimmered with a cold, sinister glint under the moonlight.
Showing no mercy, he returned to Alia's trembling form. Alia was already recoiling in pain, but Anashia turned a deaf ear to her distress. He took that metal ring and inserted it into a sensitive part of her body.
The piercing chill of the metal felt like a searing fire against her heated skin. Alia's entire body arched like a bow in sheer agony. A sky-shattering scream tore from her throat— "Ahhhhhhhh..."
Alia's eyes nearly rolled back. She realized that Anashia wasn't just claiming her; he was shackling her in a cage of eternal, agonizing pain. Anashia smirked at her contorted face and lunged at her once again.
Anashia: "This pain is my gift to you, Alia. From now on, even if you want to, you can never be free of me."
Inside the room, nothing remained but Alia's incessant sobbing and the metallic clinking of the ring, turning the night into a permanent nightmare. Anashia had lost all sense of restraint. He began to unite with Alia again with immense force, even while that metal ring remained inside her. The friction of the metal caused Alia a level of excruciating pain that was beyond words.
Anashia grabbed Alia's legs firmly, pulling them toward him, and began to strike repeatedly with his full strength. The coldness of the metal clashing with the heat of Anashia's body created an unspeakable agony deep within her. The bed shook violently with every one of his movements.
Alia was on the verge of losing consciousness from the sheer pain. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her tears soaked into the pillow.
Anashia: (Panting with a demonic smirk) "How does it feel, Alia? This metal ring will remind you every single moment who you belong to now. Viktor might have cherished you, but I have made you my slave."
He didn't stop; instead, lifting her legs even higher, he pushed his madness to a new extreme. The clinking of the ring and Alia's cries transformed the room into a fragment of hell. Alia realized that this night was not just scarring her body, but her very soul forever. When Anashia reached the peak of his frenzy, Alia's entire body went limp from the agony. Between the friction of the metal ring and the weight of Anashia's body, she could only let out faint, muffled moans. The heavy breathing in the room and the haunting melody of that demonic Korean song created a scene of pure horror.
Suddenly, Anashia stopped. He left Alia lying motionless on the bed and stood up. His eyes shone with a strange sense of satisfaction and pride. He ripped off his half-open shirt entirely and threw it onto the floor. Alia's vision was blurred, but she saw him moving toward the wardrobe again.
He pulled a white silk handkerchief from the drawer and returned to the bed, sitting at Alia's feet. With twisted care—which was actually a cruel mockery—he began to wipe the blood and sweat from her body.
Anashia: (In an eerily calm voice) "The night has only just begun, Alia. Didn't I tell you these three days before Viktor returns would be the longest of your life? Only the first few hours have passed."
Alia couldn't speak. Her lips were dry and pale. Anashia picked up his keys again and, leaving the ring in place, pulled Alia back against his chest, holding her from behind as if she were a prized toy.
Anashia: (Whispering in her ear) "Don't try to sleep. Because I want you to stay awake every second and feel this 'gift' I've given you."
Alia stared into the darkness. Only one thought echoed in her mind would Viktor ever know what happened in this secluded room of the palace in his absence? Or would Anashia turn this secret wound into a permanent, haunting silence in her life? Anashia picked up a glass of liquor from the bedside table. Taking a sip, he held the glass to Alia's lips, but she turned her head away. Anashia's jaw tightened. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back, and forced the harsh liquid down her throat.
Anashia: (With a cruel smirk) "Don't dare ignore me, Alia. I'm not pitying you; I'm preparing you."
Alia began to cough violently, her chest burning from the bitter sting of the drink. Her body was going numb, yet the discomfort of that metal ring wouldn't allow her a moment of peace.
Anashia then ripped away the remaining shreds of her night dress. He dragged her back to the center of the bed and tied her hands to the wooden headboard using his own silk tie.
Anashia: "Now you can't even move. You will have to endure every touch, every strike of mine."
He began singing that Korean song again—but this time, the melody was slower and more haunting. He began to trace light scratches with his nails from her stomach downward. Alia's tears had dried up, leaving only an infinite void in her eyes.
Anashia leaned over her again, his blood-red eyes glowing dimly in the dark. He gripped the ring and twisted it slightly, causing Alia to writhe in fresh agony.
Anashia: "Hummm... exactly. This pain will remind you that you are now shackled to me."
Outside, a storm was brewing, the curtains flapping wildly. But inside this room, Anashia's demonic obsession and Alia's silent sacrifice only intensified as the hours ticked by. Anashia didn't stop for a single moment. As Alia's body went numb with agony, he leaned his face close to her ear. His hot breath seared the soft skin of her neck like fire.
Suddenly, Anashia fixed his blood-red eyes directly on Alia's. He slowly tilted her chin up with his hand, a demonic smirk of victory playing on his lips.
Anashia: (In an extremely low, creepy voice) "When Viktor returns, he won't find that old fire in your eyes. He will only see the deep scars I've left and your broken soul."
He didn't untie her; instead, he dragged her to the very edge of the bed in that same position. Anashia tugged at the metal ring again, sending an unbearable shudder through Alia's frame. Alia could only let out a stifled sob; her voice was now completely gone.
Anashia lunged at her again, but this time his movements were even slower and more cruel. He began to sink his teeth into various parts of her body, like a wild beast tearing into its prey.
Inside the room, the murmur of the Korean song and the sound of Anashia's demonic laughter created a hellish atmosphere. Alia stared up toward the sky; even the moon outside seemed to hide behind the clouds, unable to witness the scene.
Anashia whispered one last time into Alia's ear
Anashia: "After tonight, your name will change, Alia. You are no longer Viktor's queen; you are now Anashia's dark chapter."
Every moment of that long, dark night felt like an eternity to Alia a night where there was no escape, only unspeakable humiliation and pain.