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