Anashia cast away the last shred of humanity. He hooked two of his fingers into the base of the metal ring inside Alia's body. Alia realized what was coming; she tried to shake her head and plead, but Anashia gave her no chance.
With a feral rage, he pulled the ring violently toward himself.
That single tug felt like it was tearing her body in two. The friction of the metal sliced through her sensitive skin, and blood immediately began to soak the white silk sheets. The intensity of the pain was so immense that Alia's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets, her body arching high off the bed into the air.
Alia: (A gut-wrenching scream) "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Anashia didn't stop. He began to tug at the ring repeatedly, as if he wanted to tear her out from within her own body. He was laughing—a crazed, demonic laugh—with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Anashia: "Scream! Louder! Your cries are music to my ears!"
Anashia lunged back onto her with the bloody ring still in place. Every movement of the metal spun like a ball of fire inside her. Alia's hands were still tied to the bed with the tie, so she couldn't even curl up to protect herself. She could only writhe in agony as the torn remains of her red dress crumpled further under Anashia's blood-stained grip.
It was as if the gates of hell had opened inside this room tonight.When Anashia pulled violently, Alia closed her eyes in anticipated agony. She thought her body was torn and bleeding, but the sudden, warm sensation told a different story. Alia looked down and realized—no, it wasn't red blood.
A thick, white fluid was spreading down her thighs and across the white silk sheets. Because of Anashia's frantic and demonic assault, that fluid was spilling out from within her.
Seeing the white liquid, Anashia became even more aroused. With a twisted sense of satisfaction, he laughed and scooped some of the fluid with his fingers, holding it right in front of Alia's eyes.
Anashia: "Look, Alia... it's not blood. It's your body's surrender. This white color is proof that tonight, you belong entirely to me."
Alia stared at the fluid, paralyzed. Her soul felt shriveled with shame and humiliation. The remnants of her red night dress were now smeared with that white liquid. Anashia began to rub the fluid all over her body and once again began to vibrate the metal ring with force.
Inside the room, the sharp scent and the slickness of the white fluid created an unbearable atmosphere. Alia realized that Anashia wasn't just inflicting physical pain; he was drowning her mentally in a dark, filthy abyss. Anashia gathered all his primal strength for one last time. Alia was already semi-conscious from the pain and exhaustion, but Anashia was determined to drain her completely. Pinning her down against the bed, he delivered the final and most violent thrust while the metal ring was still inside her.
The intensity of that impact was so immense that Alia's body jerked and then went rigid. For a split second, it felt as if her heart had stopped beating. More of that white fluid spilled onto the sheets as she reached the absolute peak of agony. No scream left her throat; only a long, shuddering breath escaped.
Alia's eyes rolled back, and her head slumped to the side. Her body went completely limp—unable to endure any more, she passed out.
Anashia didn't stop immediately. Even after she lost consciousness, he continued his frenzy over her lifeless form for a few more moments. Finally, he pulled away, panting heavily. His entire body was drenched in sweat, and that demonic smirk remained on his lips.
He looked at Alia's pale, unconscious face and let out a deep, satisfied groan— "Hummmmm..."
He saw her hands still bound to the bed with the silk tie, her body smeared with a mixture of sweat and that white fluid. Anashia stepped off the bed and picked up his belt. He knew this was only the beginning of the three days before Viktor's return. In the dark room, beside the unconscious Alia, only the sound of Anashia's heavy breathing and the stifling wind outside could be heard. The next morning, it was raining heavily outside. The grey sky and the sound of the rain cast a gloomy shadow over the entire palace. Alia was standing under the shower, the warm water trying to wash away the excruciating pain and the bruises on her body, but the horrific memories of last night wouldn't fade. She closed her eyes, trying to blend her tears with the sound of the rain.
Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open. Before Alia could even react, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her wet waist. Anashia hugged her from behind.
Alia froze in terror, her body beginning to tremble. Anashia's wet skin pressed against her bare back. He brought his face close to her neck and began to kiss her neck deeply and intimately.
Anashia: (In an extremely low, hot voice) "Good morning, Alia. Rainy days are beautiful for love, aren't they?"
The shower water cascaded over both of them. Alia gripped the bathroom wall with both hands because her legs were still shaking from the pain. Anashia rubbed his face into her wet hair and tightened his grip. The touch of his lips against the soft skin of her neck sent a chilling shiver through her.
Anashia: "Did you think a bath would wash away my marks? I have written my existence into every fold of your body."
Alia could only stare at the wall, her tears merging with the water from the shower. There was no peace in this rainy morning only the repetition of the same nightmare.Those three days passed like three long eras. Anashia showed no mercy in his brutality and torture. Every inch of Alia's body was now burdened with bruises and the horrific memories left by him.
On that final day, a strange silence filled the room. Outside, traces of light rain still lingered. Alia sat in a corner of the bed, slowly sipping coffee. Her eyes were sunken, and her face held a stony gravity. The nightmare of the past three days had turned her into a lifeless statue.
Anashia sat on the sofa opposite her. He wore only loose pants, the nail scratches on his muscular back still visible. He was nonchalantly checking his phone, as if nothing had happened. Occasionally, he would glance at Alia with a smirk of satisfaction.
Suddenly, the silence broke with the sound of the main palace door opening. The familiar sound of heavy boots echoed in the hallway—the sound Alia had prayed for every single moment.
Viktor was back.
As Viktor stepped into the room, wearing his long black coat, his face held a trace of exhaustion but a small smile for Alia. However, that smile vanished the moment he entered. He saw Alia wrapped tightly in a shawl, holding a coffee cup, sitting as still as stone. And right there, Anashia was sitting comfortably, scrolling through his phone.
Viktor looked at them for a moment. Sensing the heavy atmosphere and seeing Alia's pale face, his sharp mafia instincts immediately suspected something was wrong.
Viktor: (In an incredibly low, heavy voice) "Anashia... did you take good care of my guest while I was away?"
Anashia didn't look up from his phone; he just smirked that same demonic smirk. Alia gripped her coffee cup with both hands, and the trembling of her fingers did not escape Viktor's eyes. Alia was taken aback. She whispered, "Viktor... don't you recognize me? It's me, Alia..."
Viktor didn't answer. He walked closer to Alia, his long black coat casting a shadow over her. He tilted her chin up firmly and, looking into her eyes, spoke in a chillingly calm voice:
Viktor: "I know you very well, Alia. And that's exactly why I'm saying... what Anashia did in the last three days was just the beginning. Tonight, with me, it is going to be even more terrifying for you, Alia."
Alia's heart sank. She saw no love in Viktor's eyes, only a sinister satisfaction. Anashia put his phone down and laughed out loud.
Anashia: "I told you, Alia. Viktor didn't leave you here by accident... he left you as a gift for me. Everything we did was with his permission."
Viktor yanked the shawl away from Alia, revealing the bruises and bite marks from the last three days. He traced the marks with his fingers and smirked cruelly.
Viktor: "Anashia broke you, but I will destroy you. Get ready, because tonight will be longer than the last three nights combined."
Alia realized she had escaped one wolf only to fall into the hands of a more demonic predator. Viktor and Anashia were now both advancing toward her as the rain outside grew even more violent.