Thrust By Thrust.

Valentina’s POV

As soon as the words left her lips, the door swung open, and a man stepped inside. "Get up. I'll take you to him," he said, his tone calm yet deliberate. I recognized him immediately. He was the Beta, the one who had given me that pale, tasteless bread earlier.

I stood, my body stiff with both fear and anticipation. Without a word, he fell in step beside me, his presence almost suffocating as we walked down the hallway. Neither of us spoke, the silence between us growing heavy with every passing second.

When we arrived, he turned to me, his expression unreadable. "Open it and go in," he said, and without another word, he turned and walked away.

My hand hovered over the door handle, a lump forming in my throat. I could already feel dread crawling under my skin, twisting my insides into knots. There were only two fates waiting for me behind this door: I could either walk out half-dead, or I could walk out dead.

With trembling hands, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The smell of smoke hit me immediately, thick and acrid, the kind that clung to your lungs and made you choke. My throat tightened as I tried to fight back the nausea rising in my chest.

Did he smoke this much? I shook my head, trying to push the thought aside, but the smell lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating. The room was pitch black, save for a sliver of light that filtered through a corner, adding to the dark atmosphere that consumed everything.

I froze, my eyes scanning the room, my heart pounding against my ribs.

Where was he? I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his presence in the air. The tension was thick, palpable, and it made every inch of my skin burn. I didn’t know if I was ready to face whatever awaited me, but I couldn’t back out now. I’d come this far.

Suddenly, a voice sliced through the silence, cold and commanding. "Remove your dress and lie on the bed."

I stiffened, the order cutting through me like a blade. I knew it was him, but I couldn’t see him, not yet.

My fingers moved to the ropes that held the fabric of my dress, and with one swift motion, I untied it. The material slipped down my body, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but my underwear. I took a steadying breath and walked towards the bed at the center of the room. My legs felt weak, but I didn’t falter. I had no choice.

I laid back, my body trembling as the fear coursed through me. What was he going to do? What was I walking into?

"Turn over. I want your ass facing me," came his voice again, cold and detached, like he was giving orders to a servant. Without thinking, I obeyed, shifting onto my stomach and raising my hips as ordered. The action felt both humiliating and terrifying.

"Good," he murmured, and for a moment, I thought he was done. But then, without warning, I felt a rough hand grip my backside, adjusting me roughly. And then—slap—the sting of a sharp slap across my buttocks made me gasp.

Pain shot through me, and I bit my lip to hold back a whimper. But he didn’t stop. Another slap landed, harder this time, and then another. My body tensed with every strike, the heat in my backside growing unbearable, a fiery sting that spread like wildfire.

"Your ass is too thick. It needs a little more punishment," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "Don’t you think so, Valentina?"

I couldn’t find the words to respond. My head spun with the pain, my breath coming out in short, ragged bursts.

"When I ask you a question, I expect an answer," he continued, his voice dark, laced with authority. "If you fail, you’ll get more." Before I could even process what was happening, another slap landed, more forceful than before.

A cry escaped my mouth, sharp and pained. "Yes... Yes, Alpha. It deserves to be beaten," I managed to say, the words slipping out before I could even stop them.

"Good," he purred. "I like when you obey, Valentina." His fingers trailed across my sore skin, sending shivers down my spine. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, and I fought to keep my composure.

But then, his fingers traced lower, moving dangerously close to a part of me I wasn’t prepared for—my pussy. A sudden pressure at my entrance made me tense, and before I could react, I felt the painful intrusion of his finger. A gasp tore from my lips as he began to move inside me, rough and relentless.

“Tight.” His voice was low, almost frustrated as he thrust deeper. “You’ll need to learn to take it. I won’t go easy on you.”

I bit my lip to keep from making any sound. But the pressure, the relentless pace—everything about it made me feel as if I was being torn apart from the inside out. I couldn’t fight it, couldn’t stop it, even as my body betrayed me and began to respond, my hips pressing back in futile defiance.

His voice broke through the haze of pain and confusion. "You’ll feel good, Valentina. You won’t be able to stop it. When I mount you, you’ll beg for me to claim you completely, to take everything."

His words were a dark promise, and the way he spoke them, with such cold certainty, made my blood run cold.

“You’ll crave this. You’ll crave me,” he continued, his voice thick with menace. “I’ll ruin you, Valentina, and when I’m done, you’ll be nothing but a broken shell, begging for more. You’ll love it. Hate it, but love it all the same.”

I couldn’t breathe. The weight of his words crushed me, as if the room had collapsed in on me, leaving me trapped in his dark, twisted game.

But just as quickly as the pain had started, he stopped. My body trembled, confusion and fear mixing with the throes of forbidden pleasure that pooled in between my legs.

I turned my head, barely able to see through the haze of my tears. I watched as he stalked across the room, his silhouette barely visible in the darkness. He removed his shirt with a fluid motion, and as he turned, I saw him—his body towering over me, his presence consuming the room.

And then, he pulled something up, a collar, heavy and cold. My breath hitched as he approached, his gaze locking onto mine with a predatory gleam.

“Give me your hands, Valentina,” he commanded, his voice final.

I shook my head, panic rising in my chest. "No, you can’t. You can’t do this—"

He was on me in an instant, his Alpha presence overwhelming, suffocating. "Now," he said, his tone laced with danger.

I hesitated, but then, something inside me cracked. I stretched my arms out, my chest pushed forward, and with a flick of his wrist, the collar was locked around my neck. He threw the key across the room, a sickening sense of finality settling over me.

“There. Now you look like the perfect little witch you are,” he sneered, his eyes flashing with cruel delight.

A chill ran down my spine as his fingers dug into my hair, pulling my head back roughly. "Do you know what it feels like to love pain so much it becomes your only companion?" His voice was a whisper, but it cut through me sharply.

My voice trembled as I shook my head. "No… no, I don’t."

"Not yet," he said, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "But you will."

"My vengeance will be carved into your soul, Valentina, stroke by stroke, thrust by thrust until your moans sound like apologies and your tears taste like my redemption."