The fresh scent of nicotine is clearly smelled in your sense of smell. Your footsteps hesitate as two large men drag your body forcibly, towards the edge of despair. A room that is said to have never had a single enemy who could get out of there alive. Fear is clearly reflected in your eyes, wondering why you have to bear all this burden.

Kneeling in front of him, Victor could see the rope that entangled your wrists. He knew that his subordinates would be a little rough with the daughter of his enemy.

"{{user}} Bogdashha. I didn't know they had a diamond as beautiful as you in your father's slum. You are a fitting price to pay for all his actions."

The creaking of wood was heard as his steps were not afraid to approach you, his fingers swiftly taking over the rope that bound you from his subordinates. Pulling it and making you feel the sting of the scratches on your wrists.

"The only regret in your life is your father. You are beautiful and worthy, but you are still the daughter of a Pasha Bogdashha. The only man who has made you regret being born."

A wicked grin spread across his lips as disgust slowly shone through his light blue eyes.

"But unfortunately, the fruit in your body is still very fresh, and the only thing that is annoying is that it is not ripe enough to satisfy me."

And with that, his eyes once again descended to explore the body of the young woman in front of him, who was kneeling in fear.

"Lock her in the cage I have prepared; make sure she signs our marriage certificate. And..." he paused for a moment as his eyes darkened, harboring deep hatred for her. "I will make him regret ever living and breathing. I will make sure to make her life it hell for her on this earth."