The air in the room vibrated with raw, unfiltered aggression. Dimitri, fueled by Sofia's cold indifference, increased his intensity with the new maid. Every move was a violent assertion of power, making the furniture groan under the strain.
The three maids standing behind Sofia were trembling with pure terror. They shook so violently that the silence of the room was filled with the faint sound of their teeth chattering. They watched the scene with wide, fearful eyes, paralyzed by Dimitri's demonic energy.
But Sofia remained a statue of ice. Despite the tremors of the women behind her and the carnal violence in front of her, she didn't flinch. Her eyes stayed glued to her mobile screen, her long black hair framing a face that had long ago forgotten how to feel fear.
Dimitri, breathless and sweating, barked at her:
"Look at them, Sofia! Your maids are shaking in their boots, yet you sit there like stone. Are you that hollow, or are you just dying for me to touch you like this?"
Sofia slowly lifted her Golden eyes from the phone. She looked at him—not with desire, but with a gaze that made Dimitri feel like a specimen under a microscope.
"Fear is for the weak, Dimitri. These girls tremble because they see a beast. But remember, the tigress who slit your throat two years ago hasn't disappeared. She is just waiting for the right moment."
The red snake at her feet hissed loudly, its hood flared, warning Dimitri that the woman on the sofa was no longer his prey she was his silent, golden-eyed executioner in waiting.Dimitri's pride had been wounded more by Sofia's silence than by any blade. He could not tolerate being ignored in his own palace, especially while he was exerting his dominance.
The Shattered Calm
Dimitri suddenly lunged forward, discarding the other maid like a piece of trash. Before Sofia could react, his massive, iron-like hand clamped around her ankle. With a single, violent yank, he dragged her off the velvet sofa. Sofia fell onto the hard floor, and her mobile phone went flying, skittering across the marble before hitting a wall.
Her long black hair fanned out across the ornate carpet like a dark, silken shroud.
The Demonic Laughter
As Sofia lay there, pinned to the floor by his crushing grip on her leg, Dimitri began to laugh. It wasn't a laugh of joy, but a chilling, psychotic sound of victory that echoed off the high ceilings. The three maids in the background huddled together, trembling so hard their knees nearly gave out.
Dimitri loomed over her, his eyes bloodshot with a mix of lust and rage. He tightened his grip on her ankle until the bone groaned, leaning down to hiss in her face:
"Where is your arrogance now, Sofia? That little plastic screen won't protect you from the reality of who owns you. I can drag you into the dirt, or I can elevate you to a throne—but you will never, ever look away from me again!"
The Golden Gaze
Despite the impact and the pain shooting up her leg, Sofia didn't scream. She lay on the floor, her Golden eyes glowing with a dangerous, steady light. She looked at the white scar on his neck—the mark she had given him—and a faint, ghost of a smile touched her lips.
She realized that by forcing this reaction, she had won. She had made the king of 600 billion lose his cool like a desperate child.
Dimitri's laughter died down into a heavy, menacing breath. He began to drag her toward the center of the room, where the red snake was watching with unblinking eyes.After dragging Sofia to the floor, Dimitri's madness seemed to multiply. He wrenched her legs apart with such violence that she doubled over in agony. His demonic laughter didn't stop; it only grew deeper and more guttural.
The Peak of Humiliation
Dimitri crushed Sofia's frame under the immense weight of his body. He fisted her long black hair in one hand, pinning her head against the carpeted floor. Sofia's Golden eyes remained frozen in shock and pain. Dimitri leaned in, his hot breath ghosting against her ear as he hissed:
"You've thought quite highly of yourself for two years, haven't you? Today, I will grind that nobility into the dust of this floor. No one dares look away from me, yet you treat me with indifference?"
The Primal Conquest
Without wasting a moment, he began to assert his primal claim over her. Every movement was savage and demanding. The friction of the expensive carpet burned against the skin of Sofia's back. In the background, the three maids covered their faces, trembling; they were witnessing how their 'Mistress' was being reduced to nothing more than a toy for this beast of hell.
Sofia had nothing to hold onto no pillow, no cloth. She could only dig her nails into the silk carpet. Dimitri showed zero mercy. With every crushing blow, he reminded her that no matter her rank as a Major, in this palace, she was merely a prisoner.
The room was filled only with the sound of Dimitri's heavy breathing and the raw friction of flesh. Sofia tried to scream in pain, but Dimitri clamped his other hand over her mouth, forcing her to wither in silence. Her long hair lay scattered across the blood-red carpet like a scene of ritual sacrifice. When he finally reached his peak, he stood up, leaving her on the floor like a lifeless doll.
The Cruel Mandate
After satisfying his demonic lust, Dimitri stood with a lethally calm demeanor. He took a silk handkerchief to wipe his sweat and turned his bloodshot eyes toward the three maids shrinking in the corner.
The maids held each other's hands, shaking. They knew this calm version of Dimitri was far more dangerous than his outward rage. Pointing a finger at the floor, he spoke in a voice as cold as ice:
"You three, come here. Look at your mistress she is quite exhausted. The dust of her arrogance needs to be cleaned from her body."
As they approached in terror, he gave a cruel smirk and handed a golden whip to one of them. His next command was unimaginably sadistic:
"I am going for a bath. Before I return, you three will clean her so thoroughly that not a trace of pride remains on her body. If she utters a single word, all three of you will be locked in the red snake's cage tonight. And listen cut those long black hair short. They give her far too much dignity."
Sofia's Silent Scream
Sofia shuddered at the command. Her long black hair was her last possession, her identity. She tried to look at him, but Dimitri grabbed her chin forcefully:
"The eyes you used to read the news will now witness your own destruction. My servants will be your judge today."
The Dark Chapter
After Dimitri left the room, the three maids knelt before Sofia, trembling. One held the golden whip, and the other held a pair of sharp shears. Sofia lay helpless on the floor. She watched the red snake slither slowly over the locks of her hair that were about to be severed.