WARNING: This story contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, and sensitive topics unsuitable for young readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Third Person's Point of View
"D-death... H-ha—ahh!" The woman's moans, a discordant symphony of pain and pleasure, filled the soundproofed suite. The luxury of the five-star hotel offered no solace, only a stark contrast to the raw brutality unfolding within. For Psyke Sergevev Romanov, known as Death, the sounds were an irritant, a distraction from the calculated control he exerted.
He continued, his movements precise and brutal, his grip tightening on her hair. She cried out, a mixture of pain and something else, a desperate plea that he ignored. He saw only her back, her hair a dark cascade against the pristine white sheets, her face hidden, her voice the only confirmation of her response.
"O–oh! P-please, h–harder—haughmp!" The urgency in her voice only fueled his detachment. He pressed his hand against her head, forcing her face into the pillow, silencing the high-pitched sounds that grated on his nerves. He controlled her movements, her body a mere instrument to his will.
Her body trembled, tightening around him, the physical response a stark contrast to the emotional distance he maintained. Just as he was about to increase his pace, the insistent ringing of his phone shattered the silence, a jarring intrusion into his calculated control.
He slowed, momentarily releasing her hair, reaching for the phone on the side table. He answered without checking the caller ID, his movements continuing, the woman's moans intensifying.
["I see... you found a new toy again."] The voice on the other end was laced with amusement.
"Prekrati der'mo–augh." ("Cut the crap–augh.") He growled, his thrusts deepening, his climax approaching.
["Father wants us to go home later. The private plane will arrive at exactly 10 pm. So hurry up."] The instruction was blunt, devoid of emotion.
He tossed the phone aside, his grip shifting to her neck, his other hand still controlling her hips. He pushed himself to the limit, the woman's moans rising to a crescendo. They reached their peak simultaneously, a brutal collision of bodies, a stark contrast to the emotional chasm between them. He released himself outside her, a deliberate act of control, a rejection of connection.
She collapsed, spent and disoriented, while he rose, already moving towards the bathroom, his movements as cold and efficient as a surgeon's. The encounter was over. The next phase was about to begin.
—
"Here." Death said, tossing a bundle of dollars onto the bed.
The woman smiled at the sight. Still naked, only a sheet covering her body, marked by Death's actions, she watched him adjust his necktie before putting on his black coat, which accentuated his blue eyes and blonde hair.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" she asked, watching him as he reached for his phone and made a call.
Death didn't answer, instead, he picked up his phone and called someone.
"Sebastian." he began as the call connected.
["Get down, I'm already here."] the man on the other line said.
Death ended the call and walked out of the room, not bothering to say goodbye to the woman he had just slept with. He stepped into the elevator and quickly descended to the first floor of the building.
He saw the jet black Ferrari parked in front of the hotel entrance. Sebastian, wearing sunglasses and an all-black suit like Death, was leaning against the hood.
"Boss." he greeted as Death approached.
Death shook his head and opened the passenger door. "Stop it Seb, you're my brother." he said before getting in.
Sebastian chuckled and went to the driver's seat. "It's fun you know? It looks like we're different people. It's funny how we used to deceive some of them."
"Yeah, you're right. Oh—what does that old man want now?" Death asked Sebastian, who had started driving. They were heading to the airport, as it was already 10 pm and the private plane they were taking back to Russia was sure to have arrived.
"There's an Underground Auction tomorrow, hosted by our family's lovely best friend—the Bognadov." he began.
Death's brow furrowed at his brother's words. "And what does that have to do with us?"
Sebastian's lips curled into a smile at his brother's question. "Our intel said they have lots of new weapons, and that's what the old man wanted—also, I'm sure you'll going to like their rare item for this year."
"Whatever." was all Death could manage before deciding to take a nap during the drive.
He wondered what rare item Sebastian was talking about. But if Sebastian said he would like it, he was sure he would, especially since Sebastian knew him so well.
But what could it possibly be?
—
"Damn this crowded place. Gutom na 'ko."
Death's attention was drawn to Sebastian when he heard him speak Tagalog. He rarely spoke Tagalog, so Death was always surprised when he heard him use their mother's language.
They were currently walking into the Underground Auction venue, which was scheduled to begin in five minutes. They went straight to the venue upon arriving in Russia, as the bidding and auction were scheduled for early morning.
The Underground Auction was an illegal activity, especially in Russia. But even so, it couldn't be stopped, especially since one of the biggest Mafia families in Russia owned and operated it. It was usually attended by wealthy individuals from all over the world, and it only happened once a year, making it impossible to stop.
They sat in a seat at the top. They preferred not to attract too much attention, so they remained silent during the bidding for the first few items.
They were waiting for the weapons their father wanted. It was an explosive weapon that contained poison.
But Death was actually waiting for something more valuable.
Several items passed before the red curtain in the center of the stage was temporarily closed. The crowd started getting noisy as all the lights focused on the curtain, which was now closed.
A man emerged from the darkness, different from the man who had been announcing earlier. It must be one of the valued members of the Bognadov family.
"Good evening to our beloved guests from around the world. It is my greatest pleasure to be the one who'll do the bidding for our most valuable item so far." the man said.
Death remained seated, as did Sebastian. They were just watching and waiting for the real deal to be revealed.
The crowd roared at the man's words, some even going wild with excitement.
"This year's rare item, was somewhat more valuable than any kind of weapons—as it is a destructive weapon itself." the man said, causing the crowd to roar again.
"It was such a lucky find for the Bognadovs to get a hold of this wonderful and breathtaking item! A rare weapon from the old time." The crowd became even louder, some even throwing things at the stage, unable to contain their excitement.
The man smiled. "Behold, ladies and gentlemen. Our rare item for this year's Premium Underground Auction—"
"The legendary Amazona Warrior!"
The noise disappeared from Death's ears. His attention was solely focused on the now-open red curtain. In the center stood a steel cage containing a woman.
She was standing, her wrists and ankles bound by thick shackles. She was looking down, so Death couldn't see her whole face. But one thing was certain.
He was definitely interested in this year's 'rare item'.
"Amazonians was a group of female warriors and hunters who were known for their physical agility, strength, archery, riding skills, and the arts of combat. They were known to live on the northeast of Ancient Greece during the later Bronze Age, between approximately 1900 and 1200 B.C.E."
Death grinned as he watched everyone in the room lose their minds.
"Let's start the bidding now!" the man on stage said, but Death's attention remained on the woman in the cage.
"One Hundred Million!"
"One Hundred Million, going up—"
"Five Hundred Million—"
"Eight Hundred Million!"
"Eight Hundred Million—"
"Should we raise our bid now?" Death heard Sebastian ask, a smile spreading across his lips.
"THIRTY BILLION!"
Death's attention was drawn to the person who had just placed the highest bid. It was a man named Sabien Colt, a well-known businessman in the US.
Death saw the smug smile on the man's face, so he smirked before taking the buzzer and microphone from Sebastian, which were on the mini-table in their seat.
"One Hundred Billion." Death said, causing Sebastian to chuckle and shake his head. Sabien Colt, on the other hand, looked at Death's seat in disbelief. Anger was evident on his face, which only widened the smirk on Death's lips.
"One Hundred Billion. That woman was destined to be my new toy. Those who think they're more deserving than me—come forth, I'll kill you with my bare hands." Death said coldly, silencing the room.
"One Hundred Billion! Going up? Going twice?" the auctioneer said. But no one dared to raise their bid.
"One Hundred Billion! Our rare item for this year was sold to Mr. Death!" he announced loudly.
Death stood up and stared at the cage on stage, his hands in his pockets.
And to his surprise, the woman was now staring at him too. He saw the glint of green and amber in her eyes. A rare one, indeed.
Sebastian tsked. "Now, that's the Psyke Sergevev Romanov that I know. A greedy man."
—
This is how Psyke Sergevev Romanov, also known as Death in the underground world, acquired the most valuable toy he ever had. The Amazona named Leonariz, his soon-to-be favorite all-around 'toy'.
Will Aello be able to withstand all the trials she will face at the hands of the man who now owns her?
Or will she choose to die rather than become a plaything and slave of the Heir of the Romanov Family? One of the most notorious and powerful Mafia families in all of Russia.