Morning arrived. As the gray light filtering through the heavy curtains fell upon the furniture, the biting cold and silence outside were shattered by a melancholic melody. Someone, somewhere in the distance, had started playing an old Russian folk song. The mournful tune and heavy, mechanical vocals crashed into the room, carried by the gusts of wind.
Sofia woke to the sound, but she didn't open her eyes. As the icy touch of dawn reached her numbed body, she realized Dimitri's monstrous arms were still wrapped tightly around her.
Whether it had started snowing outside was unknown, but the lyrics were filled with lament—a story of a tragic war or a lost love. That cold melody revived the image of Rika's dead face within Sofia's mind.
Dimitri was awake too. He nuzzled his face against the nape of Sofia's neck. The blue veins across his body were calm now, but his presence remained just as heavy. Dimitri smiled slightly upon hearing the music from outside. He said in a low voice:
"Do you hear that song, Sofia? It's an old Siberian tune. It means—winter will end, but the bleeding will not. This is how your morning should have begun."
Sofia slowly opened her eyes. The room was still bathed in the gloom of that cold Russian melody. She felt the nail scratches on Dimitri's back had dried and hardened. Dimitri pulled her closer and tucked the blanket more firmly around them.
The freezing weather and the sorrowful song seemed to announce one thing—spring would never return to Sofia's life. This frozen hell was now her only home.
The Bitter Brew
While Sofia stood in the kitchen sipping from a mug of coffee, the sound of splashing water drifted from the bedroom. Dimitri had gone to shower.
Standing under the spray, Dimitri felt the sting on his back. As the soap and hot water hit Sofia's nail marks, his jaw tightened—not in pain, but in a strange, diabolical satisfaction. Wiping the steam from the blurred mirror with his hand, he looked at his reflection. His blue veins were quiet now, submerged beneath his skin, but the predatory glint in his eyes had not faded.
When he emerged from the bathroom, his body radiated steam and the scent of expensive soap. Clad only in a towel around his waist, he walked straight to the kitchen and stood before Sofia. Droplets of water from his damp hair rolled down his muscular chest.
He smiled faintly at the steaming mug of coffee in Sofia's hand. Taking a step toward her, he very deliberately took the mug from her hand and took a long sip from the exact spot where Sofia's lips had been.
"The coffee is quite strong, Sofia. Just like your temperament," Dimitri said in a raspy voice, savoring the taste.
Outside, the melancholic Russian song continued to play. Dimitri set the mug down on the kitchen counter and moved very close to Sofia. The fresh scent of his shower and the heat of his body enveloped her. Placing a hand on her damp hair, he whispered:
"Refreshed, are you? Now, get ready. We have to go outside the palace today. Alia Bhabhi is waiting for us in the hall downstairs."
Sofia looked into Dimitri's eyes. In the depths of those blue orbs, there was no longer any raw violence only a deep, unshakable sense of possession.After Sofia took her last sip of coffee and set the mug down, her body was still trembling from the exhaustion of the previous night. She headed to the dressing room to gather her clothes, but Dimitri did not leave her alone. He followed her silently, standing right behind her.
Before Sofia could realize what was happening, Dimitri pinned her against the wall. In the large dressing room mirror, Sofia saw his demonic persona resurface. Without a word, he invaded her most sensitive areas with his powerful fingers. Every movement was cruel and direct. Sofia shuddered in pain and shock, a muffled cry escaping her throat. Under that primal pressure, a white fluid sprayed out from her body, splashing onto the floor—a testament to her ultimate helplessness.
But Dimitri's thirst was not yet quenched. Without wasting a moment, he bared his manhood. Holding Sofia firmly from behind while her face was pressed against the wall, he forced himself back inside her with tremendous force.
"Ahhhh... Dimitri! No... Ummmm..." Sofia's screams echoed off the four walls of the dressing room.
With every powerful thrust from behind, Sofia felt as if she were burning in the fires of hell once more. Dimitri bit her neck and roared, "Did you think a shower would set you free? Today, you will carry only my marks."
Outside, the melancholic Russian song continued to play, while inside, under Dimitri's primal madness, Sofia began to shatter again. Her freshly washed body was once more drenched in Dimitri's sweat and lust.
The Torrent of Surrender
Dimitri's primal and savage pace heated the very air of the dressing room. He crushed Sofia against the wall so firmly that she had no way to move. Every powerful impact broke down the last of Sofia's resistance.
Under the immense pressure of his manhood, the white fluid burst forth again like a tide. The thick liquid trickled down Sofia's thighs, pooling onto the dressing room floor. Sofia's body arched like a bow, her eyes rolling back in a strange mixture of agony and extreme arousal.
"Ahhhh... Ummmm... Dimitri... I'm going to die..." Sofia's faint pleas had no effect on Dimitri. Instead, the sight of the white fluid escaping her body drove the beast within him into a greater frenzy. He gripped her waist with hands as hard as iron.
The floor became slick, a mess of white fluid and Dimitri's sweat. Dimitri did not slacken his pace for a second, binding Sofia to his body. He whispered fiercely into her ear:
"See? Your body cannot disobey me. These white stains will be your jewelry today."
Sofia was losing consciousness, her legs shaking. But Dimitri's relentless aggression kept her awake. To the rhythm of the sorrowful Russian song outside, the carnage of Dimitri's one-sided dominance continued. Sofia's skin was once again a map of his desire and her own body's surrender.
"I Feel Good"
When Dimitri's mania reached its peak, he crushed Sofia even harder against his frame. In the silence of the dressing room, only the sound of their bodies colliding resonated. With every monstrous thrust, Sofia's consciousness seemed to evaporate.
In that moment, crossing the ultimate threshold of pain, Sofia drifted into an indescribable trance. An even greater amount of white fluid sprayed out, coating the floor in a mess. Sofia lost all control over herself. She dug her nails back into the red scratches on Dimitri's back and a long, searing cry escaped her lips:
"Ummmm... I feel good... Dimitri... Ahhhh!"
This confession gave Dimitri's ego a diabolical satisfaction. He knew he had enslaved Sofia not just physically, but mentally. He increased his speed, nearly breaking her waist as he growled:
"Yes! That's what I wanted to hear! Your body now only finds pleasure in the hell I provide."
Sofia's head hung back, her eyes half-closed. Standing amidst the sweat and white fluid on the floor, she felt a profound emptiness. Rika's memory was now far away; Dimitri's savage power was her only reality.
Outside, the cold Russian song played on, as if celebrating Sofia's final fall. With one last, devastating thrust, Dimitri left her limp, exhaling his hot breath against her neck. Sofia clung to the wall just to stay upright, her body shivering violently, a tragic trace of that haunting pleasure still etched on her face.In the wake of Dimitri's demonic pace, Sofia's long black hair cascaded over her back and face in a wild, tangled mess. When Dimitri gripped a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, the fair skin of her neck pulled taut. Dimitri's veined, powerful hands then clamped around Sofia's waist with an iron grip.
His fingers dug deep into the flesh of her hips. Pulling her slightly away from the wall and back toward him with even greater force, he shook her body like a ragdoll with every thunderous impact.
"Ummmm... Dimitri... Ahhh!"
Sofia's disheveled hair became matted with Dimitri's sweat. He held her waist so tightly it felt as though he might snap her in two. Beneath Sofia's feet, the floor grew slick with the mixture of white fluid and sweat, but the lock of Dimitri's arms prevented her from collapsing.
Her long tresses lashed against Dimitri's face and shoulders like a whip. Dimitri roared frantically into her ear:
"Look in the mirror, Major! Your defiant hair, your trembling waist—it all dances to my rhythm now. You are nothing but a piece of meat I am devouring!"
Sofia's waist was turning bruised and blue under the pressure of his hands, yet amidst the pain, she erupted into a primal madness. Her unruly hair flew in the gusts of their movement, and she cried out in sync with every monstrous assault. The cold dressing room mirror captured a hellish scene: a victor shattering his prey while holding her by the hair and waist.
The Crimson Surrender
Under Dimitri's relentless and diabolical onslaught, Sofia's fair skin gradually turned a deep, burning red. Her back, chest, and thighs flushed crimson from the pressure and friction of his touch. Seeing her devastated, reddened reflection in the mirror, Sofia closed her eyes in a mix of shame and agony.
But Dimitri did not stop. Seeing her body turn red only fueled his predatory glee. He gripped her waist even tighter, as if his fingers could sink into her very bones. He began to laugh—a dark, triumphant laugh that echoed in every corner of the dressing room.
"Look, Sofia, you are burning red like fire! My touch is incinerating your entire existence!" Dimitri roared through his laughter.
At that moment, the silence of the room was shattered by a specific sound generated by their bodies. Dimitri's powerful thrusts and the slippery white fluid emerging from Sofia created a wet, rhythmic, and primal noise. The sound bounced off the walls, creating an atmosphere of absolute carnal madness.
"Plap... Plap... Ahhhh... Ummmm..."
To the beat of that rhythmic sound, Sofia's hair blew like a storm. With every jerk of Dimitri's hips, Sofia's body crashed against the wall, making the sound grow even louder. Sofia could no longer restrain herself; Dimitri's beastly laughter and the rhythmic sound of their union dragged her into a bottomless abyss.
Outside, the mournful Russian song played on, but it paled in comparison to the hellish rhythm and noise inside. Dimitri dug his nails into Sofia's reddened waist, driving her toward the final brink.
The Crescendo of "Plap... Plap..."
In the locked confines of the dressing room, only one sound reigned supreme: "Plap... Plap... Plap..."
With every jerk of Dimitri's demonic waist, Sofia's body slammed hard against the wall. The pool of white fluid and sweat on the floor created a slick, visceral mess, causing every impact to produce that strange, wet, and rhythmic noise.
As the "Plap... Plap..." sound tore through the heavy silence, Sofia felt she would lose her mind. Dimitri's grip on her waist felt like a bite into her reddened skin. He was laughing—a laugh that was both savage and victorious.
"Do you hear it, Sofia? This sound is your identity today. You are the clay in my hands, and I am molding you to my whim!" Dimitri increased his speed further.
Sofia's long hair lashed rhythmically against her back. No coherent words could leave her mouth now; she only called out in time with every strike— "Ahhh... Dimitri... Ummm... Oh God!"
The reflection in the mirror was hauntingly beautiful. Sofia's body was flushed a deep red from pain and arousal, while Dimitri, clinging to her from behind, drove the "Plap... Plap..." sound to a state of mania. Outside was the stillness of the snowfall; inside was a battle of primal sounds—an unwritten declaration of war.
Dimitri bit into the side of her neck and gave one final, guttural roar as the sound grew faster and louder, shaking the entire room.
The Final Descent
The air in the dressing room was now hot and suffocating. Dimitri's demonic frenzy surpassed all limits. He yanked Sofia's reddened waist as if to crush her skeletal frame. With every monstrous thrust, that specific sound became sharper, faster, and more deafening— "Plap... Plap... Plap...!"
The thick white fluid on the floor sprayed onto the walls and the base of the mirror under the pressure of his immense speed. The echo of that wet sound crashed against the walls. Dimitri, like a maddened beast, pinned Sofia against the wall, her entire body swinging back and forth like a toy with every jolt of his hips.
"Ahhh... Dimitri! Faster... Ummmmm!" Sofia, reaching the peak of agony, lost all sense of reality.
Her tangled hair whipped against Dimitri's sweat-drenched face. Dimitri grinned through bated breath, his blue eyes burning with intensity. He leaned into her ear and shouted hoarsely:
"Listen to this sound! Your body has surrendered to my power today! Plap... Plap... this is your anthem!"
The sound was now so loud it drowned out the Russian song outside. The collision of Sofia's reddened back and thighs against Dimitri's body created a terrifying cadence. Dimitri did not slacken for a second; instead, he nearly lifted her off the floor, taking the "Plap... Plap..." sound to a hellish peak.
Sofia clawed at the wall, her eyes rolling back. She felt only Dimitri's demonic presence and the carnage of their combined, wet, and thunderously powerful rhythm.At the peak of that agonizing threshold, every nerve in Sofia's brain seemed to ignite in a twisted irony. As the intensity of Dimitri's demonic assault surpassed the limits of endurance, the fear was replaced by a primitive and forbidden wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Amidst that savage pace, she found a dark euphoria that only left her hungrier for more.
Sofia could no longer restrain herself. Clinging to the wall, she thrust her hips back toward Dimitri and screamed breathlessly:
"Faster, Dimitri! Faster! Don't stop... Ummmm... I need more!"
Witnessing this unexpected surge of excitement, Dimitri's pupils flared like blue fire. He realized he had completely broken Sofia, molding her into his own dark design. Gripping her waist with his muscular hands until it felt crushed, he accelerated his pace to a monstrous, inhuman level.
That specific sound—"Plap... Plap... Plap...!"—was now crashing through the room with the force of a storm. The thick white fluid scattered across the floor was whipped into the air by the sheer velocity, blurring the glass of the mirror. Sofia's long hair lashed against Dimitri's face as she groaned, her eyes rolling back in a state of agonizing bliss.
A tide of even more white fluid erupted from within Sofia, turning the floor into a slick, glistening pool. With every impact, her reddened body arched like a bow, and she dug her nails into the raw wounds on Dimitri's back, desperately trying to anchor herself to this ultimate moment of climax.
Captured in the dressing room mirror was a portrait of diabolical ecstasy—where the prey had found ultimate comfort within the very pain inflicted by her predator. Dimitri grinned through gritted teeth, nearly lifting Sofia off her feet as he drove the "Plap... Plap..." rhythm toward a final, explosive finish.