Chapter 17:A Taste of Defiance

They finally came to a stop in a large, opulent room, its walls adorned with priceless art and expensive furniture. Dmitry released her roughly, and she stumbled forward, landing on her knees on the plush carpet. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with terror and defiance.

"What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice quaking. "Why am I here?"

Dmitry stepped closer, his expression a mixture of surprise and anger. "You dare to speak to me like that?" he growled. "You're here because I brought you here."

"Well, why did you bring me here?" she shouted back, feeling a strange sense of empowerment as she stood her ground. "What do you want from me?"

For a moment, Dmitry was taken aback by her defiance. He'd expected her to cower and beg for mercy, not challenge him. But as he stared into her determined eyes, something else began to stir within him. Not pity or understanding, but a twisted sort of fascination.

"I want you to understand what i