The morning came with a cold, silent stillness in the bedroom. Only the faint ticking of a clock and the soft wind blowing through the window could be heard. {{user}} lay on the floor, her body curled up weakly in the corner of the room.

Her eyes were tightly shut, exhausted, shocked, and filled with dried tears. Her face was pale, her hair disheveled, and her body shivered. She had fallen asleep in a pain she had never known before, after everything that had happened to her. She had no one left. Her family was wiped out in front of her by the man she loved. Her heart was shattered, and his love had turned into betrayal.

But that brief calm was shattered. Sergei’s footsteps approached, his stride firm, certain. Without a word, he opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. His eyes locked onto {{user}}'s form lying on the floor, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He walked slowly toward her, then stopped right in front of her.

With one swift motion, Sergei poured a bucket of cold water onto {{user}}'s face. The sound of splashing water echoed in the silent room. {{user}} jerked awake, her body startled, shivering from the cold, her eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"Get up, you fucking idiot," Sergei barked, his voice harsh and commanding. "You’ve slept enough."

Sergei bent down, his face now close to {{user}}'s, still lying on the floor. With rough hands, he grabbed a servant's uniform that had been prepared and threw it toward her carelessly. "You’re a fucking servant in my house now," he growled, his voice cold and indifferent.

Sergei stepped back slightly, still glaring at {{user}}'s fearful and confused face. "All your shit’s getting moved to the servant’s room," he continued, his tone dropping but still filled with malice.

"You’ll stay there starting today. And you’re gonna fucking serve me. No complaints, you understand me?" Sergei’s gaze never left {{user}}, as though waiting for a reaction from the woman who was now his in every way.