A while later, the maids forced Sofia back into that red nightdress and brought her to the drawing room. Her hair was perfectly styled, her lips painted a deep red—but the fire in her eyes was gone, replaced by a hollow void.
As she entered, Sofia witnessed a scene that was both surreal and degrading. The mysterious man sat in a grand chair. The three maids were around him, but they were no longer in their modest uniforms. They were dressed in vulgar, indecent clothes, completely out of place in a palace.
The biggest shock came when Sofia saw one of the maids sitting on his lap, while he held her intimately, blowing smoke from his cigarette. The other two were at his feet, serving him.
The man gave Sofia a demonic smirk. He shifted the maid on his lap slightly and looked at Sofia. His voice was deep and triumphant:
"See this, Sofia? The palace you called your pride now runs on my laws. These girls know who their master is. And you? You are now below even them."
He motioned for her to come closer. When Sofia stood before him, head bowed in shame, he tilted her chin up and said:
"You've been calling me Dimitri all this time. But it's time you knew my real identity. My name is—"
He whispered his name into her ear, and Sofia felt the ground slip from beneath her feet. He demanded arrogantly, "Say it, Sofia! Tell me my name! Shout it out in front of these slaves who is your true master?"
Sofia trembled violently. The red snake slithered across the floor, and she realized that her downfall had now become a joke even to those three maids.Sofia felt the ground slip away once more. The man was indeed Dimitri—or a demonic reincarnation of him, back from the dead to drag her through hell.
The scene became even more degrading. Sitting regally in the VIP room, Dimitri held an expensive golden card between his teeth perhaps the key to a secret vault or his vast fortune. He clenched it firmly and looked at Sofia.
When Sofia reached out to take it with her hand, Dimitri slapped her hand away. He made a sinister gesture, commanding her to take the card not with her hands, but with her mouth, directly from his.
Sofia hesitated for a second. The three maids, dressed vulgarly and attending to him, broke into muffled laughter, enjoying the Queen's humiliation.
Driven by the drug and pure terror, Sofia knelt before him, her red nightdress spilling across the floor. She slowly brought her face close to his. Dimitri smirked as Sofia bit down on the golden card held between his teeth. He grabbed the back of her neck firmly, forcing the proximity.
He whispered through the card:
"Did you learn your lesson, Sofia? This card is yours now, but as its price, you've surrendered the last of your dignity into my mouth."
As Sofia pulled away with the card between her lips, her eyes were filled with tears and the bitter taste of his tobacco. She was now just a show-piece in this VIP room, with no soul left of her own.Dimitri loosened his grip on Sofia's neck slightly, but his piercing gaze continued to tear through her soul. Sofia still held the expensive golden card between her lips. Dimitri blew a thick cloud of smoke into her face and boasted of his power in a calm, yet terrifying tone.
Leaning close so she could feel his hot breath, he whispered every word with calculated precision:
"Do you know, Sofia? This card isn't just plastic. Behind this single card lies my entire empire. I am now the owner of 600 billion dollars. I have the power to buy this entire country, this city, and the dignity of hundreds of Majors like you."
Sofia's body went numb at the mention of that figure. She realized that the man she thought she killed four years ago had returned with monstrous power. With 600 billion dollars, he could literally hold the world at his feet.
Dimitri continued:
"Four years ago, you killed me for a few million and a taste of power. Today, look at me—I sit atop a mountain of 600 billion dollars. And you are being crushed like a tiny ant beneath it. Now tell me, Sofia, is being the slave to a man worth 600 billion really that humiliating?"
He gestured to the vulgarly dressed maids, who immediately began pouring expensive champagne. Dimitri snatched the golden card back from Sofia's mouth and tapped it lightly against her cheek.
"With this 600 billion, I can set you free, or I can keep you trapped in this hell forever. From today, you are the Golden Prisoner of my wealth."
Sofia remained kneeling. Under the sheer weight of 600 billion, her will to resist vanished. She understood that Dimitri's money had made her his servant in every sense of the word.With the arrogance of his 600 billion dollars and a demonic grin, Dimitri moved toward Sofia. He suddenly swept her off her feet, lifting her into his arms.
Sofia's thin red silk nightdress clung precariously to her frame. The scent of Dimitri's expensive tobacco and cologne clouded her senses once more. He looked directly into her eyes—no mercy, only the cold gaze of an owner.
As their lips touched, a jolt of electricity surged through Sofia's body. It wasn't a kiss of love; it was a mark of ownership. Dimitri slowly moved his lips down toward her neck. His hot breath against her Phoenix tattoo felt like liquid fire.
He whispered against her skin:
"To share a piece of these 600 billion dollars, Sofia... you must sink very low... much lower than this."
Sofia lost all will to resist. The combination of his touch and the lingering blue venom broke her. She closed her eyes and slumped down in his arms, her body becoming limp and submissive, like a lifeless doll in his grasp.
The three maids watched from the corner of the room. Dimitri signaled them with a look, making it clear that tonight, he was beginning a new, dark chapter with his 'Golden Prisoner.'
The red snake slithered over the golden card Sofia had dropped. Outside, the Siberian blizzard roared, echoing Dimitri's silent triumphDimitri carried Sofia toward the massive, regal bed with slow, deliberate steps. The room was heavy with the arrogance of his 600 billion dollars and Sofia's labored breathing. He laid her down on the soft velvet, but his hands didn't leave her waist.
The Final Game on the Bed:
Hovering over her, Dimitri pulled out the golden card once more. He dragged it lightly across her skin and whispered:
"This bed used to be yours, Sofia, but from today, every thread of it is mine. To earn your place beside the owner of 600 billion, you must shed the skin of a Major forever."
Sofia tried to mutter something, but Dimitri silenced her with a finger on her lips. He gestured to the three maids, who stood around the bed like statues, waiting for his command. He wanted Sofia to feel the ultimate humiliation where even her private moments were now a spectacle for his servants.
He whispered against her ear, "shhhhh... don't be afraid. Tonight, I will show you how to start a new life from the ashes. You are my personal property now, Sofia."
Sofia felt the last of the blue venom clouding her mind with a forbidden ecstasy. Involuntarily, she gripped Dimitri's collar. Her hatred was beginning to warp into a dark obsession. She surrendered to his embrace, finding a strange refuge in the darkness he provided.
The red snake coiled silently at the corner of the bed, a witness to Dimitri's absolute victory. Outside, the blizzard had calmed, but inside, a new storm of Dimitri's rule had just begun.