Viktor's patience finally snapped, reaching its breaking point. He knew Alia wouldn't pull the trigger; he saw the paralyzing terror in her eyes, a fear far greater than her thirst for revenge. With the lightning-fast agility of a predator, Viktor twisted her wrist, disarming her in a single, brutal motion and tossing the weapon onto the plush carpet.
The Punishment of Total Submission Before Alia could even scream from the sharp pain, Viktor pinned her face-down onto the bed. He pressed the full weight of his massive frame onto her, rendering her completely motionless beneath him.
Viktor pulled a thick, black silk rope from the drawer. With cold precision, he pulled her arms behind her back and bound her wrists so tightly that the silk bit into her skin. Alia struggled and writhed in agony, but there was no escaping the iron grip of his hands. He leaned down, his voice a dark rasp against her ear:
"Did you really think you could kill this beast and just walk away? Now watch how small your world becomes when the monster decides to chain you." * The Captivity of the Diamond Anklets: Viktor didn't stop there. He took a small, silver chain and linked it between her diamond anklets, shackling her feet together. Now, she could neither spread her legs nor take a full step. Every tiny, desperate twitch of her body caused the anklets to let out a muffled, helpless chime a sound of mourning for her lost freedom.
The Sentence of Darkness: Finally, Viktor took a strip of the crimson sheet and blindfolded her, plunging her world into absolute blackness. Alia could see nothing; she could only sense Viktor's hot, jagged breath and the heavy scent of his expensive cigar. He forced her into a sitting position on the bed and declared:
"This is how you will spend the night in silence, in the dark. You insulted my power; now, let this darkness be your only companion." Viktor lit his cigar once more, the room filling with the thick, acrid smell of smoke. Alia lay there, bound hand and foot, tears soaking through the blindfold. She realized that Viktor's 'terrifying punishment' wasn't just meant to break her body it was designed to shatter every wall of her soul.In the profound silence of the darkness, Alia's hearing and sensitivity heightened a thousandfold. Blinded and bound, she could see nothing, yet she could hear every distinct sound: the heavy thud of Viktor's boots and the faint, crackling hiss of his burning cigar. Viktor knew that when a person is deprived of sight, their psychological terror reaches its absolute peak.
He set his cigar aside and sat on the bed, dangerously close to her. Alia felt the mattress sink under his massive weight, a silent omen of his presence.The Terror of the Unseen:
Viktor remained chillingly silent. He began to run his cold, sharp fingers over the wet silk ribbon around her throat. Without her sight, every graze of his skin felt like a sharp electric shock. When he leaned in and exhaled a heavy, warm breath against her ear, Alia recoiled in primal fear, having no way of knowing where his next strike would land.
The Contrast of Ice and Fire:
Viktor pulled a shimmering ice cube from the drawer. Before Alia could process the threat, he began to glide the freezing block slowly down her bare, trembling back. The piercing cold in the pitch darkness sent violent shivers through her frame. But a moment later, he began to rub the same spot with his searing, hot palm. This agonizing contrast between the freezing ice and his burning touch began to numb her very nerves.
The Requiem of the Diamond Anklets:
Viktor reached down and grabbed the silver chain of her shackled anklets. With a sudden, forceful tug, he pulled her across the bed toward him. The melodic chiming of the diamonds was no longer sweet; it had become the anthem of Viktor's victory. He rasped in a low, terrifying voice:
"How does the darkness feel, Alia? You have no escape now—even your eyes cannot see without my permission. You are nothing but a slave to my touch."
Cruel Silence and Surrender:
Viktor pressed his fingers firmly over her lips, stifling any attempt she might make to speak. He wanted her to feel, with every fiber of her being, that her entire existence was now held within his fist. Alia began to sob behind the blindfold, her muffled gasps echoing in the room, but there was no one to hear her only the stone-hearted beast who relished her pain.
Viktor checked her bindings once more in the dark, ensuring they were agonizingly secure. Satisfied, he picked up his cigar again, leaning back to enjoy her total helplessness and her forced, silent surrender.Viktor's cold fury shifted into a dark, twisted sense of amusement. He began to toy with Alia, treating her like a prized plaything rather than a prisoner. He took a peacock feather and lightly brushed it against her sensitive, blindfolded skin, laughing as she writhed in discomfort. He flicked her diamond anklets, making them chime rhythmically. "Such a beautiful melody you're playing for me, Alia," he mocked, his voice filled with a playful yet lethal edge. He even teased her by flicking her nose and whispering, "Is the monster still so scary, or are you starting to like his games?" To Viktor, this wasn't just a punishment anymore—it was pure entertainment at the expense of her broken pride.Viktor moved behind her, his large, muscular chest pressing firmly against Alia's back. Even though she was blindfolded, Alia could feel the raw power of his body and the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric. Viktor wrapped his iron-strong arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him so she could feel every beat of his heart. He grabbed the red velvet sheet from the bed and draped it around her, cocooning her in a mix of soft fabric and his brutal strength. "Can you feel me now, Alia?" he whispered against her neck. "Behind you, around you... I am everywhere. You are wrapped in my world now."After the turbulent storm of the night and the cruel games in the darkness, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in an eerie silence. Both Viktor and Alia were lost in a deep sleep, exhausted by the intensity of the night. Viktor still held her tightly in his powerful embrace, as if even in sleep, he refused to let his prize slip away.In that moment, the harsh ringing of Alia's phone tore through the quiet room. Viktor, annoyed by the intrusion into his slumber, reached out and grabbed the phone. His brows furrowed into a deep scowl as he saw the name on the screen.
An emotional, youthful voice erupted from the other end. It was Viktor's eldest son. He cried out one word that pierced through Alia's consciousness Mom!" Alia jolted awake, her heart hammering against her ribs. The red blindfold had been removed sometime during the night, but her hands were still loosely bound.
The sound of the boy's voice instantly chased the sleep from Viktor's eyes. He put the phone on speaker and held it inches from Alia's face. His eyes were cold, filled with a new, dangerous game of suspicion. He wanted to see if Alia would dare to expose her captivity to their son.
Hearing her son's desperate plea, Alia wanted to break down and scream for help. But Viktor's cold hand tightened around her throat as a silent warning. From the other side, the boy spoke again:
"Mom, where are you? Is Dad hurting you again? I'm coming to get you!"
Viktor leaned in, whispering chillingly into her ear, "Don't say a word that puts your son's life at risk. Speak with a smile."
Trembling, Alia choked out, "I... I'm fine, son. Don't worry about me." But as the lie left her lips, her tears soaked into the red velvet sheets, marking the silent agony of a mother trapped in a gilded cage.Hearing her son's voice, Alia desperately tried to hide her immense pain. She knew exactly what Viktor was capable of if she told the truth. Trying to steady her trembling voice as much as possible, she embraced her role as a protective mother.
Leaning over the phone, Alia wiped away her tears even as Viktor's hand remained firmly and possessively gripped around her waist. She spoke in a tender, nurturing tone:Care for Her Children:
"My son... have all five of you eaten? Are you all doing well? Take care of your little sister. You know she won't go to sleep unless she eats properly."
There was a profound, hidden ache in her words. She didn't know if she would ever get to feed them with her own hands again. Her only wish was for her children to be safe and well in her absence.
Viktor's Diabolical Pleasure:
As Alia asked about the children, Viktor traced his fingers along her cheek, wearing a silent, mocking grin. He relished the sight of Alia the woman who once held such pride sacrificing every ounce of her ego to act according to his whims for the sake of her children's safety. With a sharp gesture, he signaled her to finish the call.
A Bleeding Heart:
When her son mentioned that they were all waiting for her, Alia felt her heart shattering. She managed to choke out:
"I'll be staying here with your father for a few days. Don't be naughty. I'll be home soon."
The moment she hung up, Alia collapsed onto the bed, unable to hold herself together any longer. Viktor snatched the phone away and said with a smirk, "Bravo, Alia! Now that's a good girl. You truly are an exceptional mother.Viktor gripped Alia's waist with his iron-strong hands, abandoning even the slightest hint of mercy or restraint. He began to strike into her with lightning speed and savage intensity, his movements fueled by a raw, primal hunger.
The Symphony of the Shattering Bed
The entire room seemed to tremble under the sheer violence of his assault. With every thunderous thrust, the heavy, expensive wooden bed let out a rhythmic, agonizing scream—"Creak... Creak... Creak." It sounded as if the very frame was about to splinter into a thousand pieces. This mechanical screeching merged with Alia's muffled groans and the heavy, jagged rasp of Viktor's breathing.
With her hands bound tightly behind her back, Alia was utterly immobilized; she couldn't shift even an inch to escape his crushing weight. As the bed rocked violently with every impact, the diamond anklets on her shackled legs chimed frantically, a chaotic and broken melody in the dark. Viktor pushed harder and deeper, each collision between his body and the bed sounding like a declaration of war.
A Descent into Darkness:
A shattered cry of "Ummmmmm... Ahhhhhhh!" escaped Alia's lips, her eyes rolling back in sheer agony. Between the immense weight of his massive frame and the vile insults he spat at her, she felt herself being dragged into the depths of a sunless hell. The relentless "Creak... Creak" of the bed felt like it was tearing through her very heart. Viktor laughed through his teeth, thrusting with even greater force, as if he intended to break both the bed and Alia herself into dust.
The room was thick with the scent of sweat, aggression, and the white fluid of her defeat. Under Viktor's primal dominance, it felt as though Alia's very bones were on the verge of snapping under the rhythm of his brutal victory.Viktor's primal rampage had reached its absolute zenith. The relentless "creak-creak" of the bed and Alia's stifled cries provided him with a twisted sense of gratification. He could sense that Alia's body was reaching its breaking point, yet instead of showing mercy, he sought to drain every last drop of her spirit and strength.
The Brutal Crescendo
The Final Strike and Silent Sobbing:
Viktor leaned heavily over Alia's back, sinking his teeth into the nape of her neck. With one hand, he pressed her face firmly into the pillow, muffling her screams of "Ahhhhh!" so they couldn't escape the room. The intensity of his movement was so violent that the legs of the bed scraped against the floor, creating a sharp, piercing sound. Alia felt as though her waist and spine were being snapped in two.
The Chime of Chains and a Lifeless Form:
The diamond anklets on Alia's feet now rang out in a mournful rhythm, as if counting the final breaths of their mistress. As Viktor reached his ultimate peak, he jerked her body toward him with one last forceful tug. Alia's entire frame arched like a bow one final time before going completely limp. Her hands, bound behind her back with black silk rope, had turned a bruised blue from the lack of circulation.
Finally, Viktor let out a long, satisfied breath and collapsed on top of her. His sweat dripped onto her ravaged back. Gasping for air, he whispered into her ear:
"The punishment for your defiance ends today, Alia. Look at you now... you are mine, and only mine."
Alia offered no response. She had vanished into a deep abyss of agony. She lay there on the red velvet sheets
stained with white fluid and sweat like a shattered statue. Viktor remained draped over her, savoring the weight of his dark and final victory.