Three days later, the scene turned into a macabre masterpiece. Viktor was seen with a spiked leather belt fastened tightly around his neck, the sharp steel digging into his skin and drawing fresh blood that stained his white silk shirt. Alia held the end of the belt with feral intensity, yanking him closer. Instead of fear, Viktor let out a pained yet satisfied smirk, whispering, "Opps... Alia! Your love is quite sharp tonight." He urged her to pull harder, embracing the agony as Alia declared that his blood would be the coronation of their dark empire. The shimmering memory of this morning's brilliance flashes back, making the present blood-stained reality even more enigmatic.
Morning: The Mysterious VIP Party (Flashback)
Alia stands by the marble railing of a grand staircase in an elite mansion. She is draped in an exquisite black fishnet gown, its entire length adorned with countless sequins and glitters that shimmer like diamonds. Through the high slit of the gown, her shapely leg is revealed, showcasing the famous large floral tattoo on her thigh. On her chest, the dark phoenix tattoo burns like an eternal flame. Her lace stockings and signature red-soled Christian Louboutin heels complete her look as a deadly femme fatale.
Standing right beside her is Viktor, wearing a black silk shirt with a subtle net undershirt peeking through. He wears the same luxury brand of shoes, leaning against the railing with a sinister, haunting smile. Alia walks slowly toward him. In the eyes of these two "devils," a shared dark plan glimmers. Alia pulls Viktor close and seals their alliance with a long, deep, and royal kiss. That morning, they were the most powerful and glamorous duo on earth.
Present: The Bloodied Chamber
Returning from the flashback, the same Viktor is now seen kneeling on the floor. Around his neck is the spiked belt, from which drops of fresh blood are trickling down. Yet, strangely, Viktor's face still carries that same sinister grin from the morning. It is as if this blood and this agony are just as sweet as that morning kiss.
Looking up at Alia's hand, still encased in its fishnet glove, Viktor speaks through a laugh
Viktor: "The glitter of the morning and the blood of the night... both suit you perfectly, Alia. I knew our devilish smiles would eventually bleed into this shade of red."
Alia pulls the belt an inch tighter. The sequins on her gown now sparkle even more intensely, caught in the spray of Viktor's blood.The night grew deeper. Viktor lay flat on his back on the floor, his white shirt soaked in blood. Yet, there was no trace of fear on his face. As he adjusted his glasses, he let out a contemptuous smirk, which only fueled the "cold-blooded" resolve within Alia.
Alia did not waste another second. She gave the red leather belt in her hand a violent, sudden yank. The spikes around Viktor's neck dug even deeper into his skin. Before Viktor could even close his eyes in pain, Alia swung her fishnet-gloved hand and delivered a resounding slap across his cheek.
The sound of the slap seemed to make the entire room tremble. Viktor's glasses flew off, skidding across the floor. The crimson imprint of Alia's fingers bloomed vividly on his fair skin. Sparks of fire danced in Alia's eyes as she grabbed his collar and dragged him toward her.
Alia: "Stop laughing, Viktor! I didn't bring you here to laugh today. In this hell tonight, only my command rules."
Viktor spat a bit of blood from his mouth and laughed again. Without glancing at his broken glasses, he stared directly into Alia's eyes and said
Viktor: "That slap was even sweeter than this morning's kiss, Alia. Hit me... hit me harder. It is this rage of yours that turns me into your slave."
Alia's Christian Louboutin heel now pressed firmly against Viktor's chest. She realized that in this battle, no one would lose; instead, both would lose themselves in this addiction to destruction.The sparks of fire in Alia's eyes had now transformed into a state of ultimate frenzy. She gripped Viktor's collar even tighter, pulling him close until she was inches from his face, and hissed:
Alia: "Do you love me? Fuck you! YOU'RE DEAD!"
She paused for a moment, staring at Viktor's blood-stained, devilish smirk, and mocked him:
Alia: "Alia: "You idiot! I'm going to start very slowly, playing with every inch of your body. But don't get too comfortable... I plan to leave you shaking, desperate for more. These hands of mine will worship your body, but just when you want me the most, I'll stop. Let's see how long you can last before you're begging for me!"
Alia's Christian Louboutin heel pressed even harder against Viktor's chest. Even without his glasses, Viktor relished this "villainous" side of her. The red belt tightened around his throat and her scorching commands brought him a satisfaction from another world.
Viktor whispered through a low, broken laug
Viktor: "I'm ready, Alia... finish me."Alia's voice dropped lower and deeper, as if weaving a hypnotic spell with every word. She placed her fishnet-gloved fingers on Viktor's shoulders, slowly drifting them downward. The primal look in her eyes, combined with the heat of Viktor's blood, created a suffocating atmosphere in the room.
Leaning close to Viktor's ear, Alia whispered:
Alia: "Feel my touch start at your shoulders, then slowly drift lower. I'll linger where it drives you wild, stopping just short of where you want me most. I'll let my hands wander, finding every place that makes you gasp. But I'll make you wait, drawing out the pleasure until you can't take it anymore."
Viktor, caught between the sting of the spiked belt and the electric thrill of her touch, reached a peak of agonizing ecstasy. He closed his eyes, surrendering completely to her cruel affection.Alia's slow, deliberate touch transformed into a masterclass in teasing. She slid her fishnet-gloved nails lightly over the wounds on Viktor's shoulders and the scratches on his back just deep enough to blur the line between pain and ecstasy.
She repeatedly shifted the pressure of her Christian Louboutin heel against Viktor's abdomen, increasing it one moment and easing off the next, pushing him into a state of absolute uncertainty. She began tracing circular patterns with her finger over the center of his chest, but she carefully avoided the one spot he craved for her to touch most.
Whenever Viktor reached out for her or tried to pull her close, Alia would recoil with a sharp, taunting grace. She brought her face so close to his that their breaths mingled, but the second Viktor leaned in to capture her lips, she pulled away with a mocking smile.
Alia: (Whispering) "Mm-mm... what's the rush, Viktor? I've only just started. Burning you in this fire of thirst is my primary mission tonight."
Alia began to toy with the red belt around his neck as if plucking the strings of an instrument. Viktor was now writhing in a mix of agony and desire, his muscles bulging and tense. Alia's relentless teasing was on the verge of shattering the last of his self-control. The storm finally broke. The frantic energy and Alia's cruel teasing left behind a heavy, suffocating silence. Viktor was now completely still, his body bloodied and exhausted, yet his arrogance remained unshattered. Still lying on the floor, he looked up at Alia through the lens of his broken glasses.
As Alia finally withdrew her hand, Viktor let out a long, ragged breath and spoke in his signature deep, intoxicated voice
Viktor: "My mouth will always be better than your hand."
This single sentence momentarily paralyzed Alia's "cold-blooded" dominance. Viktor wasn't laughing, but his sapphire eyes threw down a final challenge. He made it clear that no matter how much she tortured him, his words and his presence would always hold the ultimate power over her.As everything reached its absolute peak, the air in the room grew heavy and thick. Viktor pushed his broken glasses aside, looking directly into Alia's eyes with a dark, tempting allure in his voice.
Viktor: "I know you wanna see me naked."
That direct challenge shattered the last of Alia's restraint. Without a single word, Alia, in her glittering fishnet gown, lunged at Viktor with raw intensity. Their primal union began a place where dominance and surrender blurred into one. The heat of Viktor's blood and the scorch of Alia's breath became a destructively beautiful symphony.
As Viktor felt the full force of Alia's frenzy, he let out a smile of supreme satisfaction despite the pain. Exhaling a long, ragged breath, he whispered in his deep, gravelly tone
Viktor: "Ahhh... good luck my little girl."
With those words, Viktor reminded her that no matter how much she ruled him, in his eyes, she would always be his fierce, stubborn "little girl." In the 4 AM silence, their union marked a new chapter, where the Emperor had willingly fallen at the feet of his Queen.