Every word from Viktor was like a sharp blade, cutting through Alia's deepest secrets. He gripped her chin even tighter and leaned in close to her ear, his voice dripping with venom.
Viktor: "Remember Marco, the Lord from Italy? My friend Marco. That child of his... it's yours, isn't it? Can you really deny the traces of those nights you spent with him?"
Alia turned cold as stone. But Viktor didn't stop there. He let out a twisted, triumphant smirk.
Viktor: "And the other two? I'll leave them out for now since they were our old classmates. I won't utter their names, but I know exactly who they are. One starts with 'Z', the other with 'M'. Have you been able to erase the marks they left on your body?"
Alia began to tremble with fear. Viktor knew everything even the darkest corners of her life were at his fingertips. He whispered even lower against her ear
Viktor: "And Anasiya? Let's not even go there. She's my personal friend. I won't bring up what kind of relationship you had with her today."
Viktor pinned Alia harder against the wall, locking his eyes onto hers.
Viktor: "Now tell me, Alia, whose past is dirtier? You live here in my palace as my Queen, but your roots are spread across the beds of all these Lords. Before you question my past, think about your own tainted history."
In the stormy Russian night, the air inside the room grew heavy. Alia stood paralyzed. She realized she wasn't just in the clutches of a Mafia Don, but a man who knew every grain of dust in her existence. After hearing Viktor's toxic words, Alia's fear instantly transformed into a volcanic rage. She realized that being defensive was useless attack was now the best strategy. She shrugged off Viktor's hand and screamed, looking directly into his eyes.
Alia: "You talk so much about my stains! But do you keep track of how many people's blood is on your own hands? You call me dirty? You're the same man who sacrificed his most loyal men just to strike drug deals with those Italian Lords!"
Alia began to expose Viktor's vile atrocities (Kukormo) one after another things he likely thought would remain hidden forever.
Alia: "Have you forgotten that night? When you set fire to an entire orphanage just to seize the land? While those innocent lives were burning, you were sipping champagne with your 'personal friend' Anasiya! I know exactly how many human bones are buried under every brick of your mafia empire."
Alia stepped closer, staring straight into his pupils
Alia: "You pretend to be friends with Ivan? Yet you're the one who planned to blackmail him from behind just to ruin his career. You talk about Marco's child? But do you still have the records in your safe of how Marco's wife was murdered by your hands just so you could expand your dominance in the Italian market?"
Every word from Alia seemed to tear through Viktor's mask of confidence. Viktor stood frozen, his jaw tightening. He hadn't expected Alia to have reached such depths of his darkness.
In that stormy Russian night, the atmosphere in the room turned from heated to toxic. In this game of unmasking between two mafia powers, it was impossible to tell who would emerge victorious. Fuming, Alia spat out
Alia: "Look in the mirror before you judge me, Viktor. Your soul rotted away long ago. If I am tainted, then you are the devil of hell himself, whom even death is afraid of!" At the mention of Lord Marco's wife, Viktor's eyes turned ice-cold. The temperature in the room seemed to drop below freezing in an instant. Alia took a step forward with a mocking smirk.
Alia: "What happened? Lost your voice? Shall I tell the truth about why Marco's wife was really murdered? Because she was your old flame (Ex-lover), wasn't she? Your ego couldn't handle the fact that she chose Marco over you. How pathetic are you that your heart didn't even tremble while staining your hands with the blood of your own ex-lover!"
The monster inside Viktor fully awakened. In one swift motion, he gripped Alia's throat and slammed her against the wall. His voice was now as cold and heavy as death itself.
Viktor: (Gritting his teeth) "Stop it, Alia! If you say one more word, I will actually kill you! Do not test my patience."
But Alia was no longer afraid. Seeing Viktor's murderous rage, she burst into a bizarre, psychotic laugh. Her laughter echoed through the walls of the mafia palace. Looking straight into his eyes, she spoke with ultimate disdain
Alia: "Ha ha ha! Kill me? Go ahead, do it! That's all you know how to do. Like a coward, you only know how to take lives. Kill me, end it! But remember, even if you kill me, your ugly past won't die."
Alia stared at his face with pure contempt and said in a mocking tone
Alia: "Aloha! Welcome, Viktor, welcome to the hell you created for yourself! The more you hurt me, the more I will laugh at your rotting soul."
Though Viktor's hand was around her throat, it began to tremble. He had faced many enemies in his life, but he never imagined encountering such a fearless and crazed woman in his own home, on his own bed. In that stormy Russian night, the clash between these two powerful forces moved toward a devastating conclusion A primal, bloodthirsty entity seemed to awaken within Alia. Her intense hatred and rage toward Viktor stripped her of all reason. Swiftly, she grabbed the sharp knife kept in the bedside drawer. Before even thinking, she slashed her own hand deeply with the blade.
Fresh blood began to pour down Alia's fair skin. She looked at her bleeding hand and let out a distorted smirk. Then, she licked the blood (Jib chete ne) from her own wound. Her eyes didn't look human anymore; she looked like a complete psycho.
Alia: (In a terrifying voice) "You threaten to kill me, Viktor? I am bloodthirsty! This blood is my peace, this pain is my liberation. Can you embrace this darkness like I do?"
Viktor stood frozen for a moment, witnessing this side of Alia. He never imagined his own wife could be so terrifyingly psychotic. But Viktor is the emperor of the mafia world; blood and death are his constant companions. Alia's challenge ignited the monster within him too.
In one swift move, Viktor snatched the knife from Alia's hand. He carved a deep gash into his own palm. Blood spurted out from his hand as well. Viktor performed the exact same act as Alia—he licked his own blood and leaned closer to her. His breath was now intoxicated with the taste of her blood and the scent of his own.
Viktor: (In a feral tone) "Bloodthirsty? Then so be it! If you want to be the Queen of Hell, then I am its King. This union of ours will be one of blood, pain, and destruction!"
Viktor placed his bloody hand over Alia's. Their blood mingled and became one. In that stormy Russian night, a gruesome and frenzied game began inside the room, where love and hate dissolved into each other's blood. Just then, Anna pushed open the door and stepped inside. She shuddered in horror at the gruesome scene. Bloodstains were everywhere, the bedsheets were soaked in red, and both Viktor and Alia stood bleeding, staring at each other.
Anna: (Screaming) "What is this?! What have you two done? Brother! Bhabhi! What is going on here?"
At the sound of Anna's cry and tears, the frenzied entity within Alia seemed to extinguish instantly. The terrifying look in her eyes was replaced by exhaustion and total confusion. It was as if she had come back to her senses. She looked down at her bloody hands and recoiled in shock.
Alia: (In a trembling voice) "No... I don't know... I don't know what happened! Why is there blood on my hands? What have I done?"
Alia began to sob uncontrollably, staring at her own wounds. It felt as if she had just woken up from a nightmare. The darkness and violence that had possessed her moments ago left no trace in her mind now. She looked at Anna, pleading for help.
Viktor remained standing still. His hand was also bleeding, his eyes still retaining that cold edge. However, seeing Alia's sudden shift, he threw the knife aside. Anna rushed to Alia's side and pressed her scarf against the wound to stop the bleeding.
Anna: "Bhabhi, calm down! Brother, how could you let this happen? Call a doctor, quickly!"
In that stormy Russian night, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned into a horrific tragedy. Alia could only whisper, "I don't know... I truly don't know how this happened..." Alia broke down in pain and terror. With unsteady steps, she moved toward Viktor and clutched his shirt with her bloodied hands. The violence in her eyes had vanished, replaced by sheer helplessness and plea.
Alia: (In a tearful voice) "My love... look at me. I truly don't know what happened to me. Why did I do this? Why did I want to hurt you?"
Alia rested her head on Viktor's chest and sobbed uncontrollably. Her entire body was trembling violently. She seemed terrified of the entity that had possessed her just moments ago.
Alia: "I don't know where this devil inside me came from. I didn't want to hate you; I didn't even recognize myself. Please forgive me... I don't know what's wrong with me."
Viktor remained standing still like a statue. Blood was dripping from his own wound onto the floor, but he didn't seem to notice. This sudden shift in Alia at times a bloodthirsty witch, and at others a helpless girl plunged Viktor into a deep conflict.
Anna watched from the side in disbelief. She realized that as deep as the love was between these two people, the hatred and darkness were equally terrifying.
Alia looked up at Viktor's face and whispered again, "Don't let me go... I'm losing myself."
In that stormy Russian night, Viktor finally placed his blood-stained hand on Alia's head. Though he didn't say a word, his touch carried a sense of cruel possession. Viktor realized that Alia wasn't just his wife anymore; she was trapped in a psychological labyrinth to which the only exit lay within his own dark world.