Chapter 11: A Cage of Shadows
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The taste of submission was bitter on Alina’s tongue.
Viktor watched her like a predator watching his prey, his gaze heavy with satisfaction. She could feel the power shift in the air, tilting in his favor. He had won this round.
But Alina refused to let that victory last.
She straightened in her seat, pushing back the humiliation burning inside her. “If you think feeding me like a child is going to break me, you’re wrong.”
Viktor arched an eyebrow, amused. “You keep saying that, yet here you are.”
Alina clenched her fists. “I will get out of here.”
Viktor leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His presence was suffocating. Dominating.
“I don’t think you fully understand, Alina.” His voice was low, dangerous. “You’re not going anywhere.”
A chill ran down her spine, but she refused to show fear.
Viktor smirked at her defiance.
“I admire your spirit, I really do,” he murmured, standing up. “But let me remind you of something.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black phone. Alina’s breath caught as he turned the screen toward her.
Her eyes widened.
It was a live security feed. Of her father’s house.
Her blood ran cold.
“Viktor…” her voice was barely a whisper.
He tsked, shaking his head. “I told you, Alina. Everything you care about, everything you love, is under my control.”
Her breathing quickened. She could see her father through the screen, sitting in his study, completely unaware.
Viktor turned the phone back to himself and tapped something on the screen. The camera view shifted—now showing the outside of the house. A pair of black SUVs idled near the gates.
Alina’s stomach twisted.
“Call them off,” she hissed.
Viktor tucked the phone back into his pocket. “You know what you have to do.”
Her nails dug into her palms. This was a game to him. A game of power, control, and dominance.
Alina had never felt so trapped.
She forced herself to take a deep breath. She couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now. Not in front of him.
“So, what?” she spat. “You expect me to just sit here and behave?”
Viktor’s smirk deepened.
“I expect you to understand,” he said. “That your world no longer belongs to you.”
Alina’s pulse pounded.
She had to find a way out. Before it was too late.
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The Weight of Silence
The room was suffocatingly quiet after Viktor left.
Alina sat frozen, the image of her father’s house burned into her mind.
Viktor wasn’t bluffing.
She had underestimated just how deep his control ran.
Her throat tightened. She had to think.
But how? How could she fight against someone who seemed to have predicted her every move?
Her eyes flicked to the door.
Viktor was careful, but no one was invincible.
If there was one thing she knew, it was that men like him thrived on control.
And if she wanted to escape…
She would have to take that control away from him.
To be continued…
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