Adrik's pupils contracted with rage. Soha's defiance and arrogance awakened the primal mafia spirit within him. He slammed the door shut and glared at Alexander with bloodshot eyes.
Adrik (In a deep, raspy voice): "Alexander, get out! Don't come between our brotherly bond today. You don't even have the courage to witness what will happen inside this room today. Get out!"
Alexander gave a crooked smile and left. He knew that when Adrik was in this mood, he was more terrifying than the Angel of Death.
The room fell silent, save for the sound of rain and Adrik's heavy breathing. Adrik walked slowly toward Soha. She remained on the bed, without a trace of fear in her eyes. Adrik grabbed her hair in his fist and pulled her face close to his.
Adrik (Gritting his teeth): "You've grown quite brave, haven't you? Coming back from a coma and thinking you're a queen? You forgot that I dragged you out of the gutter! Today, I'll give you a lesson that will make you forget your own existence."
He grabbed her collar and threw her onto the floor. But Soha didn't scream. Instead, she looked up at him and laughed hideously.
Soha: "Kill me! Kill me, Adrik! I've already seen the strength of your gun and your belt. But you already killed my soul last time. This body doesn't feel the pain anymore."
Adrik lunged at her like a madman. He unbuckled his belt and began tying her hands tightly to the bedpost. The greyed-out tattoo on her neck was now the target of his fury.
Adrik realized that a weapon greater than physical pain was crushing Soha's self-respect. He tossed the whip aside and approached her like a hungry predator.
Adrik (With a cruel smile): "You know something more terrifying than my whip, Soha. I wanted to keep you like a queen, but since you've declared yourself my doom—tonight, I will introduce you to my true darkness."
Adrik pounced on her with demonic ferocity. The weight of his body and his hellish sense of entitlement wrapped around her. Everywhere his hands touched her skin, it felt like a searing brand.
Soha's fair complexion began to turn a Bright Red. This wasn't just the red of shame; it was a toxic reaction to intense rage, humiliation, and the storm raging over her body. The tattoo on her neck looked dark as blood against her reddened skin.
Adrik (Whispering hotly in her ear): "Is your pride working now, Soha? Look, you're still gasping beneath my breath. This reddened body of yours says it all—you are nothing but Adrik's object of pleasure."
Soha, with her hands tied to the bedpost, struggled to free herself. The red glow of her skin seemed like a burning volcano. She closed her eyes in agony, but Adrik didn't stop. He began to exercise every ounce of his perceived right over her.
As Adrik entered her body with slow but total dominance, Soha's entire frame arched like a bow. A sharp, piercing pain traveled up her spine to her brain. She wanted to scream, but no sound escaped her throat.
In pain and humiliation, Soha gripped the bedsheets with both hands. The white fabric groaned and began to tear under her nails. Her body's red glow was now hot as fire. Every move Adrik made was calculated—he wanted her to feel every second of this torment.
Adrik: "Don't cry, Soha... this is just the beginning. Didn't you want to break this bond? See how deeply I am embedding myself within you. Now, there is no difference between your blood and mine."
Salty tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking into the sheet. She gripped the fabric so hard her knuckles turned white. Between Adrik's heavy breathing and Soha's muffled moans, the room turned into a living hell.
As the primal frenzy reached its peak, Soha's body trembled as if electrocuted. In a strange mix of unbearable pain and intense stimulation, she lost her senses.
Her breath became short, her body drenched in sweat. She could no longer control herself. Crushed under the weight of Adrik's body, Soha took the chance as her bindings loosened to wrap her arms around him.
Soha (In a broken voice): "Ah... Adrik... I can't take it anymore! Stop... please..."
But at that peak of agony, she unconsciously dug her nails deep into Adrik's broad back. Her nails tore through his skin, and thin streams of blood began to flow.
Adrik let out a roar of pain, but he didn't stop. Her attack only increased his ferocity. He buried his face in her neck and bit down on the tattoo.
Adrik: "Yes, Soha! Hold me like this! These nail marks will remind me tomorrow morning just how much you belonged to me!"
As they reached the peak of the encounter, Soha's body went limp, but her nails remained embedded in his flesh—like a hunter fighting their last battle.
When the morning light peeked through the heavy curtains, it revealed a somber scene. The air still carried the scent of the previous night's battle.
Soha lay motionless on the bed. A 19-year-old girl whose dreams had been burnt to ashes over the last two months. Her tender body was naked, save for a corner of the white sheet pulled over her. Through the gaps, the bruises and fingerprints left by Adrik were clearly visible.
Standing by the bed was the 34-year-old Adrik. Despite the dignified elegance of his muscular frame, he looked like a crazed predator. The deep nail marks on his back had clotted into dark scabs. Wrapped in a silk robe, he held a lit cigarette and stared at her.
Adrik (Coldly): "A 19-year-old body and a 34-year-old stubbornness... did you think you'd win this unequal fight, Soha? You are just a glass doll I have the power to shatter."
Soha opened her eyes. There were dark circles under them, and her lips were cracked with dried blood. She didn't look at him, but stared at the ceiling with a strange, hollow smile.
Soha: "Even at 34, you've lost to a 19-year-old girl, Adrik. You took my body, but you took my fear with it. I have nothing left to lose."
As Soha lay there, her phone vibrated. The name 'Papa' flashed on the screen. But before she could answer, a notification appeared—a video link from an anonymous source.
Soha opened the video with trembling hands. Her heart went cold. It was footage from a secret Black Market auction. On a large screen, her photo was being displayed, and bids were being placed. Adrik himself sat there, determining the price of her life. She realized she wasn't just a prisoner; she was a valuable product being branded with the 'Russian Bloodline' tattoo for a high-priced sale.
Just then, her father called again. This time she answered.
Father (Sobbing): "Soha... my child! Forgive me! I didn't know this man would sell you! The Black Market men have surrounded my house. They say you are part of some deal! Adrik betrayed you, Ma!"
Darkness clouded Soha's vision. Everything the 34-year-old Adrik had said during their intimate moments wasn't just lust—it was him testing his 'product.'
Adrik entered the room. Seeing the phone and the video, he paused for a second, then gave his signature cold, diabolical smile. He snatched the phone and smashed it.
Adrik: "So you've seen the video? A beautiful 19-year-old body and a Russian seal on the neck... do you know your price on the Dark Web? Did you think I kept you here for love?"
Soha stood up, wrapping the sheet around her. Her father's cries still echoed in her ears. She looked at Adrik and smiled, but there was no pain in that smile—only the signal of total destruction.
Soha: "You want to sell me, Adrik? Fine. But remember, the product you are about to sell now carries both your poison and my hate. If I am sold, I will be sold along with your destruction."Adrik's 34-year-old ruthless brain ultimately triumphed. Disregarding all the emotions and defiance of 19-year-old Soha, he put her up for auction in the international black market. Under the cover of night, bound hand and foot, Soha was taken onto a luxury ship heading toward a secret auction hub in the middle of the ocean.
Soha was kept in a dark room on the ship. She was dressed in nothing but a thin red silk gown, the cursed grey tattoo prominent on her neck. Armed guards surrounded her. As the auction began, she was brought onto the stage inside a glass cage.
Before her sat the world's most dangerous criminals and mafia dons. Adrik sat in the very front row, puffing on an expensive cigar. There was no mercy in his eyes today—only the arrogance of victory.
Auctioneer (Shouting): "Gentlemen! Our star attraction of the night—this teenager with the Russian Bloodline tattoo. Her blood carries the secrets of an ancient Russian Mafia dynasty. The bidding starts at 50 million dollars!"
From inside the cage, Soha watched as these men haggled over her like an animal. Her father's cries echoed in her head like a drum. Adrik calmly nodded, approving the bids.
Soha (To herself): "Adrik, you sold me today. But you don't know that you have actually handed your own death over to someone else."
Suddenly, a mysterious, deep voice boomed from the darkness at the back— "100 million dollars!"
The entire auction room fell silent. Adrik narrowed his eyes and looked back. Alexander stepped forward from the shadows. But he had no bodyguards with him this time; instead, behind him stood a squad of Russian Special Forces.
Alexander: "Adrik, I told you she was your weakness. But you wanted to sell her? Today, I am buying this girl—but not with money. With your blood!"
In an instant, the lights in the auction room went out. Gunfire and screams erupted. Inside her cage, Soha smiled. She knew that by trying to sell her, Adrik had started a war from which there was no return.
In the midst of the bloody chaos in the dark, Alexander stood before Soha's glass cage. With a revolver, he shattered the lock. A horrific battle was raging between Adrik's men and the Russian forces. Adrik was shouting orders to his men to take Soha back, but Alexander had already grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the cage.
Alexander (Whispering in her ear, calm yet firm): "Adrik thought of you as a mere product, Soha. But I know that with this tattoo and this stubbornness, one can rule the world. From today, you are no prisoner. From today, you are my Mafia Queen."
Soha looked into Alexander's eyes. There, instead of lust like Adrik, was a hunger for power. Soha realized that by stepping out of one cage, she was becoming the mistress of another vast empire. She didn't hesitate; she gripped Alexander's extended hand firmly.
Soha (Firmly): "If I am to be Queen, the first task will be to free my father and turn Adrik's empire to ashes. Can you do that?"
Alexander laughed. He wrapped his expensive coat around Soha's shoulders to shield her. "My men are already on their way for your father. And Adrik? I will let you write his end with your own hands."
Flames were leaping across the deck of the ship. A wounded Adrik stood in the distance, watching as his little 19-year-old Soha walked away into the darkness as a queen, holding his own brother's hand. Adrik realized that by trying to sell Soha, he had dug his own grave.
Alexander boarded his private helicopter with Soha. As the helicopter soared over the ocean, Soha looked down to see the burning ship shrinking in the distance. In the moonlight, the grey tattoo on her neck now looked like a new royal crown.
Soha (To herself): "Goodbye, Adrik. Your 34 years of arrogance just lost to a 19-year-old's revenge."