Vendetta's Throne
rembling as she desperately tried to conceal herself,
to his office when he he heard the fa
most secure fortresses could still harbor threats. C
Casanova, his gun aimed with lethal precision, scanned the room, his eyes narr
wered the gun, slipping
red, his voice laced with
fury, each line etched wit
the full weight of his anger. She tried to rise but
she's punished,"
Anastasia. "No, that won't
g hand, guiding her away from the
d the main residence. As they passed through the do
leading to the basement, where a once-p
oor with a decisive motion and pushed Anastasia into the cold, barren r
epeat it," she begged. Tea
r backs, their silhouettes framed briefly against
ed. Surrounded by empty shelves and the remnants of a on
, replaced by an overwhelming weariness. She curled into a small ball i
deemed it necessary to release her. He sen
the old cellar. She found Anastasia huddled in a corne
blue, her hair plastered to he
tasia's head rested against Nana's shoulder, her
astasia's room, Nana carried her to t
ng her arms and legs to generate warmth, and led her to her bedroom. She dre
oatmeal, with honey drizzled on top, and a cup of wa
you need to e
od; she only looked at it with eyes t
eal to her lips. Anastasia took it slowly, mechanicall
her back against the pillows, pulling
rushing a stray lock of hair
yes fluttering closed as exha
she secretly punctured the tyres of his favorite Mercedes. Igor didn't
instead. Time seemed to stretch endlessly for Anastasia, who now faced
eful notion of learning and growth seemed overshadowed by the
ach other in the confines of Igor's office, t
his legitimate business with his criminal
c persona was one of success and respectability.
gor's polished veneer. His role within the criminal organization wa
he intertwined nature of their lives,
gan, his voice low but probing, "are yo
ith a predatory amuse
planning to retire any
camaraderie between them momentarily s
hifting to one of genuine concern, "I would
be your concern, Boris," he said firmly, his voice
tter of it. He closed his lips, a flicker of hes
to another teacher, a stern, no-nonsense instru
ite the grueling intensity and the frequent beatings, Anastasia persevered,
under the relentless discipline, C
ost cause,"
an inscrutable expression responded, "I
ay, leaving Anastasia to grapple w
l reality of her existence. The training was relentless,
Anastasia accidentally broke Igor's prized bo
owledge of swimming, flailed desperately in the water, her panic escalating as she struggled to keep h
astasia remained high. Driven by a faint hope that somehow, against
did not fit the role he had envisioned. His belief in her potentia
nto a striking young woman, her beauty juxtaposed
between her external beauty and the internal torment of her