The atmosphere in the library turned toxic in an instant. Trying to defend herself, Alia whispered, "I don't know how she found out everything; it's not my fault... she is just far too cunning!"
Alia's attempt to justify herself shattered Viktor's remaining patience. His hand swung with brutal force, landing a stinging slap across Alia's cheek. The impact sent her reeling, and she collapsed onto the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes behind the blue lenses, but there was no trace of pity in Viktor's gaze.
Viktor then struck her across the back with the flexible stick, which now felt more like a whip. The blow left Alia recoiling in agony. Viktor's voice thundered against the library walls, burning in Alia's ears like fire.
Viktor: (Roaring) "I don't want to hear any more excuses! You've returned after serving Anashia, and now you must prove your loyalty to me! Strip away this nobility, this mask! Take off your clothes, I said!"
The atmosphere in the library was suffocating, every word feeling like toxic smoke. Alia lay curled on the floor, her muscles stiff with pain. Viktor remained relentless in his commands. The welts from Viktor's belt across Alia's back were becoming a testament to her defeat.
Alia cried out in agony, but her voice still carried that same desperate plea "I don't know... Viktor, believe me, it's not my fault!"
Viktor did not stop for a single moment. He seemed to be relishing her pain with a mechanical obsession. He struck her again with the belt, harder this time. With every blow, Alia lurched forward, but the tears behind her blue lenses failed to soften Viktor's cruelty.
Viktor: (In a cold, whispering tone) "Unknown? You still claim you don't know? Did you forget everything Anashia taught you just by arriving at my palace? There is no room for 'knowing' or 'not knowing' here, Alia. There is only one rule: obey. If you truly don't know anything, these blows from my belt will teach you how to speak the truth."Viktor's demonic laughter poisoned the silence of the library even further. He gripped Alia's golden hair tightly with one hand. Alia's head snapped back violently, her blue-lens-covered eyes fixed on Viktor's cruel smirk. It was as if Viktor was relishing the sight—the ultimate downfall of a CEO and a Godmother.
Viktor said in a cold tone, "What's wrong? Did you really think you would walk out of here with your nobility intact? You are nothing but a puppet in my hands now."The silence in the library grew heavier under Viktor's cruel laughter. He grabbed a tight fistful of Alia's golden hair and yanked her up from the floor. Her head snapped back violently, her eyes behind the blue lenses trembling with terror. Viktor dragged her toward the bookshelf and pinned her against it.
Viktor whispered, "Let's see how much of a CEO and Godmother you really are. I stripped away your mask of nobility a long time ago; now, let's see how long the coward inside you lasts."
Viktor tightened the belt around Alia's throat, making it difficult for her to breathe. He leaned into her ear, laughing cruelly, "Anashia's whip might have hurt you, but this game of mine will destroy you. Are you still going to say you don't know anything?"
Alia cried out in agony, but Viktor showed no sign of letting go. Every movement he made was a new layer of torment for her. The flames in the library's hearth seemed to shudder at the sight, while in the darkness outside, the shadows of Anashia seemed to draw even closer. Viktor's cruel laughter hadn't even faded when he grabbed a handful of Alia's hair and slammed her violently against the library bookshelf. Alia's eyes, behind her blue lenses, were fixed in agony and terror. Viktor tightened the belt around Alia's throat, forming a suffocating noose, as if he intended to establish dominance over every breath she took.
He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Alia, do you really think you're so powerful? You are just a toy, one that Anashia forged for her games, and I am the one breaking it into pieces. Your body, your soul—they are all just playthings for me now."
Alia thrashed to escape, but Viktor's iron grip held her fast. With the belt, he struck another brutal blow across her back, each mark erasing the last remnants of her nobility. The flames in the library's hearth flared up, as if shuddering at the scene before them.
Viktor was no longer just a ruler; he had become a monster, finding his victory in every one of Alia's cries. He lifted her chin with the tip of the belt and said with a cruel edge, "Do you still think you're a CEO? Right now, you are nothing but a captive slave in my palace." Alia lay on the library floor, her golden hair still clutched in Viktor's grip. Viktor seemed lost in a frenzy; he dragged Alia across the floor toward a corner of the library. Alia's blue-lens-covered eyes were growing dim, but Viktor's cruelty knew no bounds. He pinned her down with the belt, ensuring she couldn't move.
Viktor whispered, "Did Anashia teach you how to weep like a victim? I will teach you how to remain my slave even amidst the agony."
He leaned over her and struck a new blow across her back with the tip of the belt. Alia thrashed in pain, her moans echoing off the library walls. As Viktor loosened his grip on her hair and forced her chin up to look at him, Alia saw a terrifying, demonic joy in his eyes. Viktor began preparing to bind her hands behind her back with the belt, as if sealing her fate as a prisoner in his private dungeon. The demonic laughter of Viktor poisoned the suffocating silence of the library even further. He gripped Alia's golden hair so tightly that it felt as if her scalp would tear. Viktor dragged her and slammed her violently onto the massive teak table. The expensive ornaments on the table fell to the floor and shattered into pieces, but Viktor's focus remained solely on every tremor of Alia's body.
He pinned both of her hands to the table with one of his own. With his other hand, he pressed the flexible stick gently against her throat. Alia's blue-lens-covered eyes were growing hazy, her breath coming in quick, erratic gasps. Viktor leaned in close to her face, his cold scent engulfing her entire existence.
Viktor: (In a deep, gravelly tone) "Alia, you thought you were so powerful, didn't you? CEO, Mafia Godmother—are these just cheap masks to hide your body now? You have no idea how a woman screams when I break her completely."
He tightened the belt around her throat, as if wanting to choke the very sound from her words. Alia thrashed in pain, but Viktor wouldn't let her budge an inch. He traced a new mark across her back with the tip of the belt—the ultimate insult to her nobility.
Viktor: "The pain you feel tonight will be the greatest lesson of your life. Anashia might have only frightened you, but I will keep you under my absolute control. Every inch of your body will now bear the marks of my rule."
Viktor traced his stick along her throat again, sending a new wave of agony through Alia's body. Alia was now nothing more than a toy in Viktor's game. There was no humanity left in Viktor's eyes, only a demonic frenzy of triumph. He pinned her harder against the table, wanting to crush the very essence of her being. Viktor remained completely unmoved by Alia's tears and pleas, instead asserting his cruel dominance over her even more firmly. Alia's helpless body on the table was, to Viktor, nothing more than a trophy of his conquest. When Alia broke down, sobbing, "Please Viktor, don't do this! I can't... Anashia has already destroyed me mentally," Viktor lowered his voice and roared in an ice-cold tone.
Viktor: (In a cold, yet terrifyingly firm tone) "Silence! I have no interest in hearing what Anashia did to you or what you can or cannot do. You are in my palace, on my territory. Here, your past and your trauma are meaningless. I don't want to break you; I want to mold you according to my will."
He gripped her hair even tighter with the belt and leaned close to her ear, whispering, "Crying doesn't earn you my pity; it only feeds my satisfaction. Your screams are the sweetest music to me right now. If you think you are still the powerful Alia you once were, you are mistaken. The only truth here is my power."
Viktor leaned further over her, wanting to maintain control over every breath she took. Alia's eyes, behind her blue lenses, were hazy, her body trembling with fatigue and agony. But Viktor's cruelty knew no bounds; he wanted Alia to realize that the wounds inflicted by Anashia had only paved the way for Viktor's reign to be absolute. In the final moments of Viktor's cruel dominance, the atmosphere in the library seemed to freeze like stone. Viktor tightened his control over Alia, pinning her face-down onto the table and twisting her hands behind her back. A blue melancholy of pain shimmered in Alia's lens-covered eyes. Viktor used that slender stick or belt-like object to carve deep marks across Alia's back. Each strike tore into her soft skin, and a suppressed moan escaped Alia's lips.
As Viktor grabbed her chin to force her to look at him, the cuts and scratches on Alia's wrists from his grip became vividly apparent. Alia thrashed in agony, whispering, "Viktor... do you find joy in breaking people like this? My body may be your playground for control, but my soul is beyond your reach."
Viktor gave a demonic laugh and dug his fingernails into the wounds on her back, as if he were an artist and her body was his canvas. He leaned into her ear, whispering, "Your soul? It has no existence. Every drop of blood in your body now beats at my mercy."