The blue haze of the drug was already spreading through Sofia's veins like venom. Her world was spinning, as if the Siberian blizzard had broken into the room. At that moment, the man moved back onto the bed.
A primal ferocity burned in his eyes. With a violent jerk, he unfastened the gold chain from Sofia's neck. The sharp movement left a thin red scratch on her pale skin, but in her drugged state, Sofia could no longer even feel the pain.
She watched helplessly as he coiled the chain around his fist. What he did next was beyond her darkest fears.
He wrapped the chain tightly around Sofia's wrists, creating a brutal shackle. He bound her to the headboard of the bed with that very gold chain. Sofia feebly shook her head, moaning, "No... no more... let me go..."
The man ripped off the rest of his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. On his muscular chest, the old scars of Dimitri's past glowed like embers. He pressed his weight against Sofia's exposed frame and leaned into her ear.
"This chain belonged to Dimitri, Sofia. Today, this chain becomes your leash. Four years ago, you tried to set me free with a bullet; today, I bind you with gold and narcotics."
He yanked the silk sheet away completely. Amidst the hissing of the red snake and the roaring blizzard outside, Sofia realized her grand palace had turned into a dark dungeon, where she was nothing more than a nameless captive.The blue drug and the familiar scent of Dimitri's body combined to trigger a strange chemical reaction in Sofia's brain. The very touch she had loathed moments ago was now spreading through her like wildfire. Her screams of pain slowly dissolved into a paralyzing pleasure.
Involuntarily, Sofia pulled at the gold chains binding her wrists. Her eyes were glazed with intoxication, her lips trembling. She could no longer control herself.
"Ahhhh... I can't take it anymore... why is my body reacting like this? Why does it... feel so good?" she moaned hoarsely.
The man had been waiting for this exact moment. He saw the fire of rebellion in her eyes die out, replaced by a deep, hollow thirst. He chuckled with predatory cunning against her ear.
"Didn't I tell you, Sofia? There's a very thin line between hate and love. That drug is showing you your true self. You might have killed Dimitri, but you never forgot the touch of this beast."
He pressed his lips again to the bite mark on her neck. This time, Sofia didn't push him away; instead, she tried to draw him closer. Her red nightdress lay forgotten on the floor, and every cell in her body was now frantic for the devil's touch.
She whispered with closed eyes "Whoever you are... don't let me go. Don't stop this feeling..."
The red snake sat quietly at the edge of the bed, a silent witness. It knew that tonight, Major Sofia had lost forever, becoming a slave to this shadow-man. It's 2:00 AM. The Siberian blizzard howls outside, but inside Sofia's bedroom, the atmosphere has shifted into something surreal and dark. Under the glow of a crimson lamp, a hauntingly beautiful scene unfolds.
Sofia reclines on the bed, trapped in a drug-induced haze and a strange, newfound pleasure. She stares intently at her phone—perhaps watching CCTV feeds of her crumbling empire or old memories. The silk sheet covers only half of her frame.
The most shocking part? The three handmaidens who had left with the man are back. But their demeanor is robotic, stripped of any emotion.
One maid is kneeling at the foot of the bed, massaging Sofia's feet with mechanical precision.
Another maid is slowly brushing Sofia's long, wild black hair, as if grooming a sacrificial goddess.
The third maid stands silently in the corner, waiting like a statue.
Sofia catches her reflection in the phone screen—a demonic smirk plays on her lips. She is no longer the Major. She is a royal captive of this underworld, beginning to crave her own chains.
Suddenly, her phone vibrates. The mysterious man's face appears on the screen. He isn't in the room; he's likely monitoring her from a secret surveillance chamber.
Sofia whispers hoarsely, "Are you massaging my feet, or are you preparing to shackle me? Whatever it is... keep going. It feels good."
The red snake is now coiled peacefully near her lap. The room is thick with the scent of that strong tobacco, keeping Sofia's senses perfectly numb.As the night progresses, Sofia sinks deeper into an abyss. The 2:10 AM Siberian wind moans against the windowpanes. Under the drug's influence, Sofia's reality has warped.
To her, the three maids aren't humans—they are spirits sent by Dimitri. As one massages her feet, she feels cold fingers merging into her bloodstream. As the other brushes her hair, she feels her memories of the last four years being erased with every stroke.
She looked at her phone. Instead of her reflection, she saw Dimitri's blood-stained face. But she wasn't afraid. She kissed the screen. Her eyes now held a strange crimson glow.
She began to mutter:
"2:00 AM... Dimitri said he'd come for me at 2. He is here... he turned me into his with this venom. Why am I not afraid? Why does this slavery feel like my true destiny?"
The heavy door opened silently. The mysterious man re-entered, carrying a blue liquid in a golden glass. The three maids immediately froze like statues, heads bowed.
Placing a hand on her hair, he said:
"The deeper the night, Sofia, the more you become mine. Finish this, and you'll find the Siberian frost feels as hot as fire."
He held the glass to her lips. Sofia didn't resist. She smirked and took a sip. A violent shiver raced through her. With her red nightdress long forgotten at her feet, she surrendered herself under the thin silk sheet.
Her Phoenix tattoo seemed to come alive. She grabbed his collar, pulling him close, and whispered:
"Destroy me completely... I don't want to be Major Sofia anymore. Keep me at your feet, just like your red snake."As the blue liquid slid down Sofia's throat, her world shattered. Her pupils fixed, and the walls seemed to melt into liquid. She reached a peak of hallucination where she felt she wasn't in the Siberian frost, but floating in an ocean of fire.
The mysterious man took a demonic pleasure in her intoxicated eyes. He set the glass aside and gave a sharp, wordless gesture to the three maids. Without a sound, like mechanical dolls, they exited the room, and the heavy door clicked shut from the outside.
The Dark Union:
The room was filled only with Sofia's ragged breathing and the hissing of the red snake. The man climbed onto the bed. With agonizing slowness, he tore off his shirt, unbuckled his pants, and tossed his gold chain onto the floor.
He pressed his full weight onto Sofia. In her delirium, she saw Dimitri's face, then the face of a shadow demon. But every cell in her body was screaming for his touch.
As he bound her in his embrace and exhaled his hot breath against her neck, Sofia let out a raw cry of mixed pain and ecstasy:
"Ahhhhh... Dimitri! Burn me... I can't take it anymore! This blue venom is driving me mad... Ahhhh!"
He grabbed her hair, pulling her close, his voice a low, thunderous whisper:
"Tonight, there is no Major, no revenge. Tonight, there is only me and my captive. Your screams are my victory march."
The gold chain lay like a serpent across Sofia's bare back, while the red snake coiled between their intertwined bodies. The candles flickered out, and in the depths of the darkness, Sofia lost her soul forever.The room fell into a haunting silence, broken only by Sofia's muffled moans and the violent howl of the Siberian blizzard outside. The blue elixir and the man's oppressive heat had transported Sofia to a realm beyond morality—a place of pure, primal surrender.
With her eyes tightly shut, Sofia dug her nails into the man's back, whispering through the haze, "Ummmm... is this a dream, or is it death? I smell Dimitri... but this touch is far more lethal. Don't show me mercy... take me deeper into the dark..."
The man silenced her by biting her lip, knowing he had successfully turned her into a slave of both the narcotic and his will. He wrapped that gold chain around his fist once more, pulling her closer like a hunted doe that had finally been cornered.
The red snake slithered between their intertwined bodies, its scales cold against their burning skin, acting as a silent guardian of this forbidden union. The man leaned into her ear, his voice a chilling rasp:
"Do I still seem like a lowly dog to you now, Sofia? Do I still seem unworthy of your palace? Look at you... your pride as a Major lies shattered beneath me. From this breath onward, you belong to no one but me."
Sofia could no longer offer a response. The last spark of her consciousness drowned in the depths of the blue intoxication.