The Queen's Failsafe and The Fall of Victor
The intense, possessive kiss of Anasia (Anasia) on Alia (Alia), pinning her against the wall, continued. But the 'God Ma' entity within Alia was unwilling to let this game proceed too far. She knew it was just a ploy.
Mid-kiss, Alia used her inner strength to shove Anasia away forcefully.
Anasia staggered back a step, confusion and rage momentarily mixing in her red eyes.
Alia didn't waste a second. She bolted towards a staircase inside the enormous house. Instead of a regular staircase, she took a secret corridor (Goli), running at high speed.
Alia's hair was still messy, and her dress was slightly dishevelled from Anasia's touch and the struggle. But her eyes were fixed on the path ahead, determined to escape quickly.
ANASIA (Screaming in Korean, furious): "Alia! Where are you going! You can't escape this cycle!"
But Alia didn't look back. She ran as if leaving behind the dark room, the bloody corpse, and Anasia's psychopathic addiction. Alia's running speed was as fast and rhythmic as a highly trained agent's. She sensed Victor's footsteps might have been outside the door, but for now, she had to get out of Anasia's immediate grasp.
Alia was running at high speed inside the alleyway of the house, thinking she had tricked Anasia. But her belief was instantly shattered.
A fast, unexpected movement followed her from behind. Before Alia could react, Anasia caught her from the rear.
Anasia's strength was terrifying and unnatural. Disregarding Alia's running speed, she LIFTED HER UP from behind, into the air. Alia's feet were dangling above the corridor floor.
Anasia held Alia's waist tightly with both hands—a posture of extreme dominance. Alia, shocked by the sudden attack, started thrashing her legs to free herself. Her messy hair and brown dress hung still in the air.
Anasia's psychopathic laugh was heard very close to Alia's ear.
ANASIA (Calm, but with terrifying conviction): "Where are you going, little mouse? No matter how much you run, you cannot escape me. This palace, this cycle, and you—everything is under my control."
Anasia turned around, still holding Alia, towards the red-curtained room and the bloody corpse. Alia was still kicking helplessly, but she couldn't break free from Anasia's iron grip. This moment proved that while Alia could fight with her mind, Anasia's physical strength was beyond her control.
Just then, the familiar, heavy sound of Victor's footsteps came very close to the main door.
Part II: The Dark Trio Assembles and The Fainting
At that very moment, Victor appeared at the corner of the alleyway. The power of the Mafia Lord was still hidden beneath his white shirt. He had no cigarette, but a cold fire was in his eyes.
Victor's gaze went first to Anasia, who was holding Alia, and then to Alia, whose face was a mix of anger and frustration.
But there was no anger, jealousy, or surprise in Victor's eyes. Instead, he slowly formed a terrifying, psychopathic smile (Psycho Smile) on his lips—a smile as cold and blood-soaked as Anasia's.
VICTOR (Calm, but deadly voice): "Oh, so it's the two of you."
His tone was like finding an old friend, not an enemy. Victor did not move towards Alia. He neither spoke to Alia nor tried to rescue her. Victor's entire body and posture clearly stated: he had no objection to Alia being in Anasia's clutches.
Instead, Victor's behaviour was exactly like Anasia's. The same psychopathic addiction and interest in the game were visible in Victor's eyes. He seemed ready to join the game or take the role of a silent spectator.
Alia, who had been trying to escape Anasia's grip, was stunned by Victor's reaction. Victor's smile unravelled all the mystery—for him, Alia's safety or their relationship was secondary to the game of power and the continuation of the psychopathic cycle.
Anasia laughed victoriously and held Alia even tighter. The trio stood there—Alia held by the mad Anasia on one side, and the powerful Victor smiling at the scene on the other.
Victor, wearing that psychopathic smile, approached them. His move was quick, unexpected, and utterly possessive. He didn't speak to Anasia or fight her.
Victor went straight to Alia. Anasia was still holding Alia up by the waist. Victor didn't look at Anasia's hands or eyes.
Victor turned Alia's face away from Anasia and towards himself. Then, right in front of Anasia, he KISSES ALIA on the lips (Lips).
It was an intense, prolonged kiss—as if he was silently declaring to Anasia: "She is my property."
After the kiss, Victor moved his mouth from Alia's lips and lowered it to KISS ALIA DEEPLY on the neck. This kiss was even more personal and symbolic of ownership.
Anasia stood still throughout the entire event, holding Alia. Rage, jealousy, and a strange excitement filled her red eyes. Victor was 'taking possession' of Alia right in front of her, but Anasia didn't resist—because they were both part of the same psychopathic cycle.
It appeared that both of them (Victor and Anasia) considered Alia their property. To them, Alia was not just a lover or a Queen—she was the centre of power, a rare trophy that both desperately desired and intended to possess.
Victor lifted his face from Alia's neck and gave Anasia that same psychopathic smile. Alia was still captive in Anasia's arms, but she was now silent—knowing that this game would ultimately be confined to these two terrible men.
As Victor's possessive and intense kiss ended, Alia was still dangling in Anasia's tight grip. Her body had already begun to weaken. The speed of the horse ride, the fast Pagani exit, the physical confrontation with Anasia, the screams of the victims, and finally, the 'game of possession' over her body between these two powerful psychopaths—everything had placed an extreme strain on Alia's nervous system.
When Victor lifted his face from Alia's neck, Alia's eyes closed. The cold, calculated smile vanished from her face.
Alia faints.
Alia's body went limp in Anasia's arms. Anasia was still holding her tight. A slight surprise appeared in Anasia's red eyes at this sudden event, but her psychopathic smile did not completely disappear.
Victor watched the scene. There was no anxiety in his eyes, but a cold satisfaction. He seemed to know that this extreme moment would take Alia deeper into his control.
Victor took a step closer and gently touched Alia's unresponsive face.
VICTOR (Calm, but with ultimate authority): "You've played a little too hard, my Queen."
Victor then looked directly at Anasia.
VICTOR: "She's in my custody now. Until she's ready to play again."
Anasia remained silent, but her grip on Alia's waist tightened. Alia's fainting momentarily ended the power play between them, but it was just a break. When Alia woke up, she would likely be deeper into this psychopathic cycle.
Part III: The Shackles of Destiny
INT. SECRET CHAMBER, JOINT HIDEOUT OF VICTOR AND ANASIA – A while later
Time passed. Alia regained consciousness (Gyan phire). Her eyes slowly adjusted to the surrounding dim light. Her body felt extremely heavy.
First, she felt her body was still. She tried to move quickly but couldn't. Both her hands were bound by heavy shackles. It seemed she was in a chamber or a secret room. The shackles gripped her wrists tightly, confirming her absolute captivity.
Alia lifted her head and looked forward.
She saw Victor (Victor) and Anasia (Anasia) both standing in the middle of the room, playing in the light and shadow. They were both calm, cold, and staring at Alia with a fixed gaze—like predators watching their valuable prey.
The psychopathic smile was on Victor's face. Anasia's red eyes were also glowing. Their presence seemed to declare: Alia's captivity was the will of them both.
ALIA (A low, firm voice): What are you two doing?
VICTOR (Maintaining his smile, gently): You were tired, my Queen. So we decided you would rest now. And... our game will continue around you.
ANASIA (In Korean, low-pitched excitement): Now you are the asset of us both, Alia. You cannot be alone in this cycle.
Alia tried to shake her shackled hands. The ultimate betrayal (or ultimate revelation) by Victor and Anasia ignited her anger. She clearly understood that they did not 'rescue' her, but possessed her, and these shackles were the symbol of her destiny.
Victor did not wait another moment after declaring that Alia was tired and needed rest. Anasia was still looking at Alia and smiling.
Victor then comes close to Alia.
His walk was slow, confident, and regal. He knelt before Alia, like a king bowing before his queen on a throne—though this throne was a symbol of captivity.
Victor looked at Alia's shackled hands. He didn't touch the shackles, but brushed his finger against Alia's wrist.
VICTOR (Looking into Alia's eyes, calm voice): Are the shackles too tight, Queen?
Alia stared back into Victor's eyes. There was anger in her eyes, but she knew any protest was futile at this moment.
ALIA (Cold, low voice): You have imprisoned me, Victor. You and that... psychopath.
Victor did not answer Alia. Instead, he pulled out a thick, golden chain from his hand. It was no ordinary shackle; it was a royal design bracelet—a symbol of power and bondage.
Victor PUT THE GOLDEN CHAIN ON ONE OF ALIA'S SHACKLED WRISTS.
VICTOR: These shackles have taken your freedom. And this chain (bracelet)... confirms my ownership of you. Both of you (Alia and Anasia) are part of my game.
Victor's act was a final declaration in front of Anasia—Alia was now at the centre of this dark triangle. Victor stood up and looked at Anasia, who was still wearing that psychopathic smile. A silent agreement passed between their eyes: Alia was now possessed by both of them.
Part IV: The Secret Injection and The Mockery
Victor felt ultimately victorious as he put the symbolic chain on Alia's wrist and turned towards Anasia. But he forgot that Alia was not just a Queen; she was the legendary 'God Ma' Agent—always prepared.
As Victor's attention drifted for a moment, Alia seized her opportunity.
Alia had something in her hand that no one noticed. Hidden beneath her brown dress or in a secret compartment of her necklace was a tiny injection (Injection)—a special, fast-acting nerve agent.
While Victor was talking to Anasia, Alia quickly pulled out her hidden injection. Her shackled hands moved slightly, but neither Victor nor Anasia noticed.
With unbelievable speed and perfect technique, Alia throws the injection at Victor's neck.
Whoosh!
The fine needle of the injection pricked Victor's neck. As the agent mixed into Victor's bloodstream, he gasped.
VICTOR (Sudden shock): What...!
Victor's eyes snapped back to Alia. The psychopathic smile vanished instantly. Extreme surprise was in his eyes, and the effect of the fast-acting agent began in his body. Victor's knees started to buckle.
Anasia realized what was happening. Her red eyes blazed with fury.
ANASIA (Screaming): Alia! (Cursing in Korean)
But it was too late. Victor collapsed to the floor, eyes open, but his body was lifeless. Alia's extreme cleverness brought her back into the game, even in her captivity.
Despite being shackled, Alia's audacious attack proved: she was no one's property; she was the 'center of the dark cycle'—impossible to control.
Alia, having successfully made her move, didn't waste another moment. Still with shackled hands, she quickly rolled on the floor and dragged her body towards another door, escaping into another room (Goes to another room). She settled down in a corner of the room, perhaps on a chair or a divan (Sits). Her breathing was rapid. She knew neither Victor nor Anasia would be down for long.
But soon, doubt crept into her mind. Could Victor be defeated so easily?
Just then, Victor's familiar, cold laugh floated in from the door of the room where Alia was sitting.
VICTOR (Laughing, a slight weakness in his voice): "Silly girl (Boka Meyeta)... Did you really think a simple drug could stop me? I am your creation, my Queen."
Victor stood in the doorway. The needle mark from the injection was clear on his neck, but he was still standing. Victor might have taken a strong antidote before the nerve agent could take full effect, or his body was prepared for such drugs.
Alia was frozen in astonishment. Victor slowly walked towards her. Alia's shackled hands, messy dress—everything was now a symbol of ultimate victory and possession in his eyes.
Victor stood right in front of Alia. Alia was still looking at him with terror and anger.
Victor used both hands to cover Alia's face (Face covered) so she could not speak or scream.
VICTOR (Whispering in Alia's ear, with ultimate authority): "All your anger, all your rebellion—it only excites me more."
Then, Victor lowered his face over Alia's and KISSES HER NECK DEEPLY.
Alia remains silent (Chup Kore) this time too. Victor's ultimate power and the failure of her plan instantly pushed Alia towards a complete surrender or silence. Alia understood: there was no escape from Victor's cycle; she was simply forced to be part of the game.
Part V: The Ten-Day Nightmare and The Dark Acceptance
SCENE CUT.
INT. SECRET CHAMBER / BEDROOM – A while later
Time passed. The room's light was dim.
Alia's clothes are gone (Alia's clothes are gone). Her naked body is covered with a light sheet (Covered with a light sheet) out of shame and fear. This sheet was like her last attempt to preserve her dignity.
She is crying (She is crying). After so much power and so many victories, she was defeated by this psychopathic cycle. This cry was a mix of anger, helplessness, and the agony of accepting her fate.
Alia's hair is spread forward (Her hair is spread forward), partially covering her face. This covering seemed to protect the secrecy of her private sorrow and extreme vulnerability. Alia sat alone, covered by the sheet, crying silently.
Alia was in the silent room, covered by the sheet, crying. Her body and mind were utterly battered.
Just then, the door opened and Anasia (Anasia) entered. Anasia's red eyes were still glowing, but there was a cold and cruel smile on her face. Victor was absent, perhaps busy securing their power elsewhere, and Anasia was here to assert her 'ownership' over Alia.
Alia quickly huddled further into the sheet.
Anasia came close to Alia. Her gait held an air of arrogance and brutality. Alia's silent crying or helplessness did not faze her in the least.
Looking at Alia, Anasia, without a word, TAKES OFF HIS BELT (Takes off his belt).
Anasia's action was an indication of extreme physical and psychological torture for Alia. Anasia then held the belt, reminding Alia of her helplessness.
In this way, Alia's life inside the secret chamber continued under the psychopathic addiction and extreme abuse of the two power holders, Victor and Anasia.
This dark period of the story continued—This is how Alia's life continues for ten days. With every moment, she was subjected to extreme physical and psychological pain. The joint and individual abuse by Victor and Anasia stripped Alia of her past strength and confidence.
After ten days of that nightmare, the room's atmosphere was strangely calm—not normal, but a terrifying silence following ultimate destruction.
The scene shows: Alia is smiling. Her smile was no longer one of pain, but her old cold, psychopathic smile (Psychopathic Smile)—the ultimate awakening of her 'God Ma' Agent self. This smile proved that she hadn't surrendered to the abuse but had built a mental resistance to use it to her advantage.
Alia is smiling in her mind (In her mind).
Alia is now HUGGING ANASIA'S WAIST (Hugging Anasia's waist). Their relationship is no longer that of predator and prey, but like two psychopathic collaborators.
Both Alia and Anasia are nude (Alia and Anasia are nude). They were lying on the bed, their bodies covered with a light sheet (Covered with a sheet)—a symbol of their physical intimacy and perhaps a new, sick agreement.
Alia's smile and hugging Anasia prove: Alia has flipped her weakness and suffering. She is no longer just Victor or Anasia's victim; she has accepted this psychopathic cycle and is now ready to be an EQUAL PARTNER in this game.
Alia may have realized that to survive these two powerful men, she had to become like them and join their game. The smile in Alia's mind was the preparation for her final and TERRIBLE RETALIATION.
When Alia was hugging Anasia's waist with a silent, psychopathic smile, Anasia also noticed Alia's change. Anasia was no longer as manic as before; instead, there was a kind of deep satisfaction in her eyes. She knew she had succeeded in awakening the darkness within Alia.
Anasia slowly lowered her head. She did not speak to Alia, just kept staring at her face.
Then, Anasia KISSES ALIA ON THE CHEEK.
This kiss was not aggressive like their previous violent ones, but a kind of 'SILENT VOW'. It was Anasia's acceptance of Alia's return in her new, dark form. It declared that Alia was no longer their captive but their collaborator and equal partner.
Alia continues to smile—a smile of power, not pity. Alia and Anasia, both bound by a secret pact under the sheet—the consequences of which the whole world would bear.
This moment was the ULTIMATE CONCLUSION of the psychopathic relationship born after the extreme tragedy.Anasia pulled away from Alia. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked at Alia. Her eyes no longer held the savage arrogance, but a sort of fierce longing and the thrill of starting a new game.
Alia was still smiling. This smile had completely detached Alia from her past life. She was now a partner in Anasia and Victor's game—but on her own secret terms.
Anasia reached out her hand towards Alia. Alia took her hand and quietly sat up. This moment was the second part of their psychological agreement.
What Anasia did next was the expression of the new equation in their relationship. She pulled Alia towards herself, holding her feet. This act was not mere intimacy—it was the expression of control, submission, and power transference in a bizarre, psychopathic form. Alia no longer resisted, because physical abuse or this abnormality was no longer important to her. She understood that her weakness was now her weapon, and she would use this relationship as the stairway to her final revenge.
Alia granted Anasia permission completely nonchalantly. Her eyes were steady, her smile was cold. Beneath the veil of this intimacy, Alia mentally prepared every step of her retaliation. She wanted to give Anasia this false sense of security, so that both Anasia and Victor would believe Alia was completely under their control.
When they became intimate again, their relationship was less about physical need and more about a supreme manifestation of psychological control and psychopathic addiction. Alia was no longer just a player in their game, but the one who was pretending to be a player, while secretly beginning to control the game herself.
The cold silence on the bed was broken by Alia's slight movement. Anasia was focused on her, still holding her feet. That gaze no longer held mere brutality but a terrible sense of ownership and an attraction to Alia's newly awakened darkness.
Alia tried to remain steady but could not. An intense psychological battle raged between her inner, cold, vengeful self and her human part, which still couldn't endure the physical and mental pain.
When Anasia began that specific intimacy, Alia's body suddenly trembled. This reaction was the deep imprint of the abuse endured over the past ten days. Even though the intimacy was physical, it stirred up waves of old nightmares in her mind.
Alia's face slowly turned red, indicating both physical distress and intense mental resistance. She closed her eyes, trying to compose herself.
Anasia noticed this and moved closer to Alia's face. Her voice was not savage, but a mixture of cold authority.
Anasia whispered, "What is it, 'God Ma' Agent? Are you still showing weakness? You are our equal now, my collaborator. Don't forget, this pain has given you strength. This is part of your new game."
Alia opened her eyes and looked directly into Anasia's. A forced, yet firm smile appeared on her flushed face. She forcibly suppressed her inner weakness.
Alia spoke in a calm, cold, and controlled voice:
Alia: "Be calm, Anasia. I... I am not weakening. I was just considering... this moment is not my weakness, it is my strength. Whatever you desire, will be. But remember, this game is now being played by the two of us, and I am no longer your doll."
These words from Alia felt like a final farewell to the old Alia. Anasia was satisfied with Alia's hard response. She knew Alia had fully entered her new persona.
Encouraged by Alia's words, Anasia said, "You are right, we are now equal partners. And this partnership... will soon give Victor a new surprise."
Anasia seemed even more encouraged by Alia's words. Alia's coldness and the gesture of surrender mixed with defiance intensified the psychopathic desire within Anasia.
Anasia then took even firmer control of Alia's body. At this moment, Alia's body and mind were at two different poles. On one side, her new, cold, vengeful self; on the other, her human part, which still couldn't withstand the extreme physical and psychological pain.
Under this extreme pressure, a choked sob suddenly escaped Alia's lips. This cry was the result of ten days of extreme torture, breaking through her psychopathic shell. However, Anasia viewed this cry as her victory.
Anasia then started to laugh loudly. This laugh was savage, triumphant, and of extreme psychopathy. Alia's cry was not a sign of pain to her, but the ultimate proof of her success.
At the peak of the physical extremity, white-ish substances started to come out of Alia's body. This fluid was a psychopathic reaction to her loss of control, extreme suffering, and perhaps this sick intimacy.
But Alia quickly composed herself. Her crying suddenly stopped. Her eyes were closed, but the inner 'God Ma' Agent self commanded her: "Store this pain, this insult—all of it. Use it as fuel for your revenge."
In the midst of this mental struggle, Anasia held and pressed Alia even more firmly. She wanted to savor Alia's every moment of pain, because to her, this was their new bond.
Alia now opened her eyes. Though the last trace of tears remained in her wet eyes, her gaze was extremely cold and empty. She no longer resisted. Instead, she began to act out her new role with full concentration. She seemed to convey that she had completely surrendered.
Alia's silence and the pretense of surrender amidst the pain intensified Anasia's psychopathy. She then whispered, "See, 'God Ma'? Your weaknesses are now my strength. And this strength is our new pact."
Alia smiled in her mind—a terrifying smile. She knew Anasia was mistaken. Anasia thought Alia's weakness was her strength, but Alia was using this moment to finalize her plan for terrible retaliation. This pain was only cementing her oath of revenge.Anasia became even more excited, witnessing Alia's forced submission and the expression of her inner agony. She knew Alia hadn't completely broken, but was instead emerging with a new, dangerous persona. Anasia sought to bring this moment to the climax of her own psychopathy.
Anasia drew closer to Alia. Her gaze was fixed on Alia's tormented yet cold face. Anasia whispered a few words in Korean near Alia's ear. Using this language was a deliberate attempt to assert her ultimate dominance and exert a unique psychological pressure on Alia.
With a breathy sound, Anasia addressed Alia:
Anasia (in Korean): "너무 아름다워, 나의 어둠의 꽃. (Neo-mu a-reum-da-wo, na-ui eo-dum-ui kkoch.)"
(English meaning: "You are so beautiful, my flower of darkness.")
Then, drawing closer and infusing extreme emotion (which was, in reality, perversion), she continued:
Anasia (in Korean): "이 고통이 너를 완성시켜. (I go-tong-i neo-reul wan-seong-si-kyeo.)"
(English meaning: "This pain completes you.")
Alia tried to endure the agony of the intimacy, twisting her body to one side. Anasia's Korean words were not meaningless to her; Alia, as the 'God Ma' Agent, understood the language. The deeply psychopathic meaning of these words intensified Alia's rage.
Alia closed her eyes in pain. Reaching the ultimate limit of physical and mental pressure, a trembling word escaped her lips. This single word was a flash of the pain and resistance she was struggling to suppress.
Alia: "It hurts!"
This brief, simple acknowledgment from Alia—the final expression of her suffering—gave Anasia a distinct, perverse pleasure.
Anasia intensified Alia's pain and burst into loud laughter. This laughter was maniacal, twisted, and the victory cry of utterly shattering Alia's human side. Anasia whispered, "Yes, 'God Ma'. Let it hurt! This pain of yours... it proves you now belong to us. And with this pain, we will start a new game with Victor."
Alia then went completely silent. Although every inch of her body was writhing in pain, her inner mind was perfectly calm. Suppressing her suffering, she planted the seed of revenge deeper into the core of her mind. To Alia, this pain was now the oath of her final strike.
Hearing the word "It hurts!" from Alia, Anasia's psychopathic desire crossed the line of control. Anasia saw Alia's pain as her ultimate sign of victory.
In a swift motion, Anasia clutched Alia's waist and intensified the intimacy even more. This pressure was ultimately unbearable for Alia.
A sudden, sharp scream burst from Alia's mouth: "Ahhhhh!"
In that moment of intense agony, Alia's human self tore through her psychopathic veneer. Unable to control herself, Alia cried out: "Slower! Are you crazy!"
These unexpected, aggressive words from Alia (which were once her last-ditch effort of resistance against the abuse) made Anasia pause momentarily. But the pause was not out of fear; it was one of perverse delight.
Anasia stared at Alia, with intense satisfaction in her eyes. Then, she started to laugh loudly. This laughter was maniacal, distorted, and the triumphant sound of completely breaking Alia's human spirit. Ignoring Alia's cry and savoring her pain, Anasia whispered: "Yes, crazy. I am crazy. And this madness has now set you free, 'God Ma'. This scream is your new birth."
Alia closed her eyes in agony. Every nerve in her body was experiencing intense suffering. But her inner 'God Ma' Agent self silently swore: "This humiliation... this scream... you will pay for it with interest, Anasia. Just wait."
Alia's mind resolved that the pain of this moment would transform her rage into a cold, calculated fire of revenge. She braced herself within the agony, because she knew—this game was nearing its end, and the victor would be the one who laughed last.
After about twenty minutes, the atmosphere in the secret chamber became quiet. The intense physical and emotional storm had suddenly ceased. The air inside was heavy, but silent. This was no normal peace; it was a terrifying stillness that follows utter destruction.
Anasia moved away from Alia. Her psychopathic excitement had slowly subsided, but her eyes still held a look of fierce satisfaction.
Alia lay completely motionless. Both her body and mind were utterly exhausted. She was no longer a victim writhing in pain, but a shattered doll—whose inner driver, the 'God Ma' Agent persona, was passively resting, conserving energy for future revenge.
Slowly, Alia reached out her hand and placed it on Anasia's chest. Her hand was extremely weary, with hardly any strength left to move. This touch carried no love or dependence; it was merely the silent acknowledgment of a new, sick pact of collaboration and the mechanical expression of extreme fatigue.
Alia spoke no further words. Her eyes slowly closed. She was neither laughing nor crying now. After the extreme mental and physical ordeal, Alia fell asleep out of exhaustion. This sleep was not restful; it was a desperate attempt to momentarily shut down her consciousness—to find brief relief from this horrific situation.
Anasia silently watched Alia, with Alia's hand resting on her chest. Anasia knew Alia was asleep, but she also understood that this sleep was not peace, but the silence of a volcano, in whose depths lay Alia's ultimate and terrible preparation for revenge.
Beneath the sheet in the dark chamber, the two psychopathic partners—one satisfied and the other utterly exhausted—waited for the future... where Victor would have to face this new alliance.