Seeing the agony etched on Sofia's face, the madness in Dimitri's eyes deepened. He increased his force, abandoning his previous slow pace. Every thrust was now powerful, violent, and purely authoritative.
Sofia, writhing in pain, let out a broken whisper, "Ummm... no... please..."
But Dimitri was deaf to her pleas. He dug his hands into her hips, gripping her with such bruising force that she couldn't move an inch. Increasing the intensity of his movements, he growled into her ear:
"There is no 'no' tonight, Sofia! Today, your body and your soul—both belong to me. The more you resist, the more I will conquer you. Feel me!"
A stifled groan escaped from the depths of Sofia's throat—"Hmmm... Ahhh..." She felt as if she were drowning in a bottomless abyss. The taut, pulsing veins of Dimitri's body now felt like searing fire against her skin. He was like an untamed storm, ravaging everything in his path.
The room was filled only with the sound of Dimitri's heavy breathing and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Sofia realized that Dimitri wasn't just using her body; he was destroying her from within. Every forced strike crushed her dignity further into the dust.
Finally, at the peak of his frenzied passion, Dimitri collapsed against her, his body drenched in sweat. He sank his teeth into the curve of her neck, staying still in a moment of primal, predatory satisfaction.
Sofia lay motionless. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, while the echoes of Dimitri's demonic victory rang in her ears. She knew that when she stood before Alia tomorrow morning, the blue bruises of Dimitri's savage lust would be impossible to hide.
Dimitri finally pulled away and lay back on the bed. In the dark, his voice sounded cold and utterly detached:
"Now, sleep. Tomorrow, you must stand before Alia as the 'New Sofia.' And remember—tonight has changed your identity forever."The echoes of the night's violation hadn't even faded when Dimitri suddenly stood up from the bed. His body was still slick with sweat, his chest heaving. Just as Sofia thought the nightmare had reached its peak, she saw him reach into the bedside drawer and pull out a sleek, matte black Colt pistol.
The metallic clack-clack of him racking the slide sounded like a thunderclap in the silent room. Sofia recoiled, curling into a ball on the bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. Dimitri slowly returned to the edge of the bed, but this time, he wasn't carrying lust—he was carrying the icy cold warrant of death.
He pressed the muzzle of the gun gently against Sofia's sweat-drenched forehead. The freezing metal against her burning skin made her shudder violently.
Dimitri spoke in a voice that was calm, yet bone-chillingly terrifying:
"Do you know, Sofia? On the night Victor first claimed Alia, he held a gun to her head and told her—'From now on, every drop of your blood flows only with my permission.' Tonight, I haven't just claimed you with my body; I have claimed you through the fear of death."
He slowly traced the barrel of the gun down from her forehead, resting it against her trembling lips. Sofia's breath hitched, her lungs screaming for air she couldn't catch.
"Tomorrow, if your hand shakes in front of Alia, or if I see even a hint of deception instead of fear in your eyes, the last bullet in this chamber will find a home right in the center of your beautiful forehead. I don't like it when my property is tampered with. If you cannot be mine, you will belong to no one in this world."
Dimitri finally lowered the weapon and tucked it under his pillow. He looked at Sofia with a cruel, mocking smile. "Now, sleep peacefully. With death under your pillow and me by your side—could there be a more secure night?"
Sofia stared out the window. The darkness of the night was beginning to break into the grey of dawn, but the darkness of her life only seemed to be growing deeper.Thinking Dimitri was finally submerged in deep sleep, Sofia slowly slid her hand beneath the pillow. Her fingers had just brushed against the cold grip of the pistol when a hand as strong as iron clamped down on her wrist. Dimitri had been awake all along, baiting her into making a fatal mistake.
"Trying to kill me with my own weapon, Sofia?" Dimitri's voice held a twisted, manic excitement.
With a violent jerk, he threw her back onto the mattress. Any trace of mercy had vanished from his eyes, replaced by a primal thirst for revenge. He snatched the gun from her grasp and, in a move that would chill anyone to the bone, he forcefully thrust the cold barrel of the pistol into her most private and sensitive place.
Sofia arched like a bow, a silent scream trapped in her throat. The bone-chilling cold of the metal and the brutal intrusion felt like a descent into the depths of hell. Dimitri didn't stop there; he began to drive the barrel deeper, violating her with the weapon. The air in the room grew thick with the sound of Sofia's muffled agony as her body felt like it was being torn apart from the inside.
Suddenly, Dimitri tossed the gun aside, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. Without wasting a second, he drove himself back into her with savage force. Every thrust was now several times more violent and aggressive than before, fueled by the adrenaline of his "victory."
At the moment of his peak, Dimitri's body shuddered violently, releasing his hot, white fluid deep inside Sofia. Sofia lay there completely limp, every ounce of her strength drained away by his relentless assault.
But Dimitri was still not satisfied. He withdrew for only a second, taking a deep, ragged breath as his eyes burned a dark, frantic red. Looking down at her shattered state, he re-entered her once more, refusing to let her rest. His heavy, rhythmic breathing sounded like a death knell in her ear.
He whispered darkly, "I won't stop until you are completely broken. Before you stand in front of Alia tomorrow, you must learn to swallow my venom until it becomes a part of you."The room's silence was broken once more by the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Dimitri began to claim Sofia with all his might again. With every violent thrust, the bed shook violently, as if the furniture itself was screaming in witness to this horror.
Just as Sofia was on the verge of losing consciousness from the pain, Dimitri grabbed his leather belt again. Without a word, he looped it around Sofia's neck. As he yanked it tight, her airway almost closed completely. Her face turned a panicked shade of blue, and her limbs flailed in a desperate search for air.
Dimitri tightened the belt even more, continuing his frenzied assault inside her. The friction of the leather belt against her throat left a raw, crimson mark. She wanted to scream through the agony, but under the pull of Dimitri's ruthless hand, only a stifled "Ummm... Ahhh..." escaped.
Dimitri's breath sounded like the roar of a monster in her ear. Gritting his teeth, he hissed:
"Don't die yet, Sofia... not now. I want you to feel every strike of mine while tasting the brink of death. Before you face Alia, you must know what Dimitri's death-grip feels like!"
Just as Sofia's body went limp from the struggle to survive, Dimitri loosened the belt. Sofia coughed violently, gasping for air, but Dimitri gave her no respite. Each of his forced intrusions reminded her that she was now nothing more than a plaything.Dimitri's demonic laughter echoed through the room. This wasn't laughter of joy; it was the roar of a predator celebrating its kill. As he reached his final peak, the hot, white fluid once again spilled inside and around Sofia's devastated body.
He shifted his heavy frame slightly off her, but his hands remained locked on the belt around her neck. Looking into Sofia's blurred, tear-filled eyes, he whispered with a biting, sarcastic tone:
"Miss me, Sofia?"
Those two words pierced Sofia's heart like a branding iron. Dimitri was making it clear: even when he was away, this agonizing pain and his barbaric touch would force her to remember him. He nipped at her earlobe and spoke again:
"You will miss me every single second. When you are alone, the bruise from this belt and my venom in your blood will set your soul on fire. Even if you want to, you won't be able to erase me from your existence."
Sofia was in no condition to respond. Though the belt had loosened, the sensation of his 'white venom' inside her left her feeling numb and hollow. She could only stare blankly at the ceiling.
Dimitri stepped out of the bed and wiped the sweat from his sculpted body. He glanced at his own reflection in the mirror, visibly impressed with himself. Then, turning back to Sofia, he commanded:
"Clean yourself up. The car arrives in half an hour. Alia hates it when people appear before her looking broken. She wants to see a proud phoenix—even though she knows I burned that phoenix's wings to ash last night."Sofia's body was broken and aching. She somehow dragged herself to the bathroom. As she stood under the shower to wash away the marks of Dimitri's brutal lust, the door swung open again.
Dimitri entered the bathroom naked and wrapped his powerful, wet arms around her from behind. Hot water cascaded over both of them. Dimitri pulled Sofia's back tightly against his chest. The spray of the shower washed away her tears, but there was no escape from his touch.
Without a word, Dimitri sank his teeth into her shoulder again. One hand traced the raw marks of the belt on her neck, while the other reached down her wet body. His aroused manhood began to throb and push against the back of her thighs.
Sofia braced herself against the wall, but Dimitri gave her no respite. Like a burning fire, he entered her again. Amidst the splashing water and his violent thrusts, muffled cries escaped Sofia's lips.
The friction on her wet skin felt like electric shocks. Dimitri bit her ear and whispered:
"You can wash your body with water, Sofia, but you cannot wash away my memory. I want you to take my scent with you when you meet Alia."
The bathroom glass fogged up with steam as Dimitri's madness escalated. When they finally stepped out half an hour later, Sofia was nothing more than a lifeless doll. Dimitri, drying his hair with a towel, commanded:
"Now, get dressed. Alia is waiting for us."