Chapter 8:No way Out
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Alina’s breath came in sharp, shallow gasps as she gripped the locked door handle.
She was trapped.
Her fingers trembled against the cold metal, her pulse hammering in her ears. She turned back slowly, dread sinking into her bones.
Viktor stood exactly where she left him. Still. Watching.
Unshaken.
The air in the room had thickened, suffocating her.
“You—” Her voice cracked, her throat dry. “You can’t keep me here.”
Viktor raised a brow, his expression unreadable.
“Who’s going to stop me?”
His voice was calm. Too calm. It sent ice running through her veins.
Alina’s heart pounded as she stepped backward, pressing herself against the heavy doors. “This is illegal.”
A deep chuckle rumbled from Viktor’s chest. “Is it?”
Her stomach twisted.
He had power. Enough power to bend the law, to make people disappear without consequence.
She shook her head, forcing herself to stay calm. “People will look for me.”
Viktor took a slow step forward. “Who?”
Alina flinched.
Her hands clenched at her sides. “My friends. My professors. My—”
Viktor laughed then, the sound low and dark. “You think they matter?”
Alina froze.
“You’re not some missing girl on the news, Alina. You’re mine. And no one will take you from me.”
His words settled over her like a curse, wrapping around her throat, choking her.
Panic swelled in her chest, but she forced it down. She had to think.
She had to find a way out.
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A Dance of Power
Viktor watched her carefully, reading her.
She was trying to stay strong, trying to act like she had control.
He almost admired it.
Almost.
“You can’t keep me here,” Alina said again, her voice firmer this time.
Viktor’s lips twitched. “And yet, here you are.”
Her jaw tightened.
She refused to let him see her fear.
“Why are you doing this?”
Viktor tilted his head. “I told you.”
Alina swallowed hard. “Because I was never supposed to leave you?”
A slow smirk pulled at his lips.
“I see you’re starting to understand.”
She clenched her fists. “I don’t understand anything. I don’t know you, Viktor.”
His smirk faded.
Something flickered in his gaze—something dark, something dangerous.
“You will.”
Alina’s pulse spiked as he stepped closer. She wanted to move, to run, but her feet wouldn’t obey.
“You think this is some sudden obsession?” Viktor murmured, reaching out.
She flinched as his fingers brushed against her cheek.
His touch was gentle, but the threat behind it was suffocating.
“I’ve been waiting for you for years, Alina.” His voice was smooth, hypnotic. “I was patient. I watched from a distance. I let you live your life, let you think you were free.”
His thumb brushed against her lips, sending a shiver through her.
“But now?” His eyes darkened. “Now, I don’t have to wait anymore.”
Alina jerked back, her breath unsteady.
“This isn’t love,” she spat.
Viktor exhaled a quiet laugh. “Who said anything about love?”
Alina’s stomach dropped.
She had hoped, in some twisted way, that he had convinced himself this was romance.
But no.
This was possession.
“You belong to me,” Viktor said, his tone almost affectionate. “You always have.”
Her body shook.
She wanted to scream, to fight—but against who?
Against what?
Viktor owned this world.
And now, he owned her.
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A Game of Escape
Alina’s mind raced.
She couldn’t overpower him. She couldn’t reason with him.
But she could outsmart him.
“I need water,” she said suddenly, her voice weaker than she wanted.
Viktor raised a brow, amused.
“Water?”
Alina nodded. “If you want me to listen, I— I can’t think straight. My throat is dry.”
A beat of silence.
Then, Viktor sighed. “Fine.”
He turned, stepping toward the small bar on the far side of the room.
Alina’s pulse pounded.
This was her chance.
She scanned the room quickly. The windows were too high. The door was locked.
But then—
Her eyes landed on the fireplace poker resting beside the unlit hearth.
A weapon.
Her heart thundered as she moved. Slow. Quiet.
Viktor’s back was still turned.
Just a few more steps—
Her fingers closed around the metal rod, the weight of it heavy in her grip.
She didn’t hesitate.
With every ounce of strength she had, she swung it toward Viktor’s head.
But he moved.
Too fast.
Before she even saw him turn, his hand snapped out, catching the weapon mid-swing.
Alina’s breath hitched.
His grip tightened.
Slowly, painfully, he pried the poker from her fingers and tossed it aside with a clatter.
She backed away, fear spiking through her veins.
Viktor said nothing.
Then—
He laughed.
Low. Amused.
Like he had expected it.
Like he had wanted her to try.
“You’re going to be fun,” he murmured.
Alina’s stomach twisted in terror.
She had played her first move.
And she had lost.
To be continued...
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