His Dangerous Obsession

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.

The world's population is said to be around eight billion people, a staggering figure that often feels overwhelming. This sheer number threatens to undermine the planet's beauty, as humanity builds structures that encroach upon and destroy nature.

One reason for this concern is the existence of a tribe that remains hidden in the Amazon rainforest, often referenced in what people call 'Greek Mythology.' These myths are frequently dismissed as fictional, fabricated narratives lacking any truth.

This tribe, mentioned in various books and legends such as the 'Labors of Hercules,' the 'Argonautica,' and the 'Iliad,' is renowned for its fierce female warriors. These women are said to be more formidable than lions, boasting extraordinary physical strength, exceptional archery skills, and mastery of various combat techniques.

Membership in this group is exclusively female; their husbands and sons are separated from them. Indeed, they are a formidable tribe of female warriors.

Leonariz is a member of this tribe, known as the Amazona, more commonly referred to as the Amazona Warriors.

-

"Ti kánete san esás edó?! Aftó eínai éna ieró dásos!" "(What are the likes of you doing here?! This is a sacred forest!)"

Leonariz's powerful shout echoed through the forest. She was one of the Amazonian warriors who now living in their new home, the Amazon rainforest.

The armed men retreated at the sight of Leonariz, who wielded the sharpest sword-a source of pride for the Amazonians. She stood at the entrance of their tribe, located in the heart of the forest.

The armed men could hardly believe the information they had gathered, that this legendary warrior tribe truly existed. They were also captivated by the differing colors of Leonariz's eyes, which glared at them with intense focus. Her face was gentle and calm, but her eyes betrayed her intensity.

Like a wolf hiding in a sheep's skin!

A man in a black coat, holding a tobacco, emerged from behind the men. Leonariz became more alert, sensing the tension.

She knew this day would come, but she didn't expect it to happen now! Sooner than she anticipated.

"Ahh... what a majestic sight! A rare species indeed." the man said before taking a puff of his tobacco.

Leonariz's eyes widened when she heard the man's speech. Her throat felt dry because, despite her reluctance, she understood his words. He was speaking a language taught by someone who had committed a great sin against her and the entire Amazona tribe.

"Should I just blow up the whole place? I think it's better to kill the others and at least take this one. Hmm? What should I do?" the man said before throwing away his tobacco, touching his jaw as if thinking.

Leonariz gulped at what she heard.

She knew she had no chance against their weapons and cannons. One cannon shot would surely kill many. She understood that even though she had grown up in the forest, it was because of the man she hated.

The man who gave her and the others knowledge about how dangerous the outside world was. The man she vowed to kill someday.

The man laughed loudly and covered his face with one hand, but a few fingers were parted, revealing his eyes, which stared directly at her.

"Prepare the cannons, we're going to blow them up." the man ordered, causing Aello's eyes to widen.

Leonariz could hear the terrified screams of the other Amazona behind her and inside the gate-young Amazona who were not yet familiar with combat.

This was poorly timed since Leonariz was the sole guard of the tribe while the others were out hunting during the season. Leonariz was the only one who could resolve this issue.

The ground trembled due to the large cannons being pulled by the armed men. Meanwhile, Leonariz was locked in a tense stare-down with their leader, who wore a wide grin on his face.

Leonariz tightened her grip on the sword's handle as the man raised his hand. Just as he was about to lower it, Leonariz suddenly released the two blades she was holding.

She heard the man's loud laughter, an indication that he understood Leonariz's action.

"My, my, my! This is unexpected-you're knowledgeable after all! Perfecto!" the man said, laughing.

"Come here, cute little kitty of mine," he said, calling out to Leonariz and gesturing with his hand, assuming she didn't understand him.

Leonariz bit her lower lip before looking at the young Amazona behind her. They shook their heads repeatedly, crying and calling out her name.

"Me... will go with you people-on one condition," Leonariz said with an unsure accent, boldly meeting the man's eyes.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhhh!" the man shouted, seemingly going crazy, scratching his face while laughing and looking at Leonariz.

"You... you are a marvelous creature! You even know this foreign language!" he said in amazement, continuing what he was doing, almost scratching his face because he wouldn't stop.

Leonariz didn't speak, she just waited for the man to calm down, and it took almost a few minutes before he did.

The man was still laughing when he spoke again. "What is it that you want, little kitty of mine?"

Leonariz stood up straight, clenching her fist as she met the gaze of the strange man in front of her, fighting the fear she felt.

"You will not harm my people. Me-" she pointed to herself. "Will go with you." before pointing to the men.

The man bit his lower lip and seemed to be laughing hysterically. "I see, I see. You're negotiating with me. Nice! Nice!"

The man stood up properly and tilted his head to the side. "Sure, this will save us a lot of trouble. You have my word, my brilliant Amazona. Now... come here."

Leonariz turned back to the young Amazona, giving them a meaningful smile for the last time before she started walking towards the armed men.

Perhaps they were trapped in this forest, innocent of worldly things, but Leonariz was not ignorant. She knew what would become of her in the hands of these men.

They would either sell her or make her their slave. That's what happened to her parents who tried to seek knowledge about the outside world. That's how cruel people and the world are.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" the man shouted as Leonariz approached him.

The other men quickly approached Aello and shackled her hands and feet-the kind of shackles that couldn't easily be broken.

The leader of the men chuckled and quickly stroked Leonariz's arm and face.

"So smooth! Majestic! Perfect!" he shouted, continuing to caress Leonariz.

Leonariz, on the other hand, couldn't understand what the man was doing. She felt nothing but anger towards these men.

"We all... need to go now, t-they're coming back... soon," Leonariz said, causing the man to stop what he was doing.

He straightened up and slapped her hard on the cheek. Leonariz felt the strong impact, but she didn't let herself fall. Instead, she looked back at the man, her face calm.

The man grabbed Aello's cheek tightly. "You have no place to tell me what to do, you lowly creature, but you're right." he released her face, smiled, and spoke in Russian, a language Leonariz was also familiar with.

"Poyekhali. Aaa, don't! YA uzhe chuvstvoval zapakh deneg!"

(Let's go. Ahh, money! I could smell the money now!)

A wide smile spread across the man's face as he watched the young woman walk in front of him. He was so proud of this excellent find, especially knowing that the Bognadov would surely market the woman for a great price.

Because from the first glance at the woman's face, anyone would say-

That this woman was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

WARNING: This chapter contains physical abuse that might be triggering for some readers

"Ahh!"

Leonariz's loud cry echoed through the room, which had no windows except for the single iron door where she was thrown.

She struggled to get up, bound by the shackles on her hands and feet. Her body ached from the impact of falling onto the hard cement floor.

The leader of the men entered the room. He looked down at her while puffing on the expensive tobacco he held.

"You will stay here, until the day that we will finally make use of you." the man said, a smirk etched on his lips.

"T-the deal... you won't hurt my people-" Leonariz whispered, but the man's loud laughter cut her off.

He walked closer to her, matching her height before grabbing her face, which was already bruised from his earlier slap.

"Are you telling me that I am not a man of my own words?!" he snarled, right in her face.

Some of his saliva flew out due to the force of his shout, even though she wasn't deaf.

"N-no." Leonariz replied in a weak voice.

She knew she had no choice but to be careful with her words and actions.

She worried that if she made a mistake, he would harm her entire tribe-that was her biggest fear, something she desperately wanted to avoid. So, no matter what they did to her, she wouldn't do anything to anger them.

The man moved his face even closer to hers, scrutinizing her entire face with the way he stared.

The man tsked. He forcefully let go of her face, causing her to fall to the ground once again.

Leonariz didn't get up anymore because of the exhaustion she felt, but her eyes remained fixed on the man.

He shook his head before approaching her and grabbing her hair to lift her up again.

She winced in pain but kept her gaze on the man.

"You poor little thing... you seems to have a pretty face." he said, blowing smoke in her face.

"They'll surely buy you. They'll going to dominate this body of yours, hmm... how do they call it these day?" he pretended to think.

"Aha!" He pulled her hair tighter and moved his face closer. Their faces were only two inches apart.

"Sex slave. They're going to make you their own and exclusive sex slave." He said with a grin, pressing the burning tobacco onto Leonariz's leg.

"Och! ponáei!"

("Ouch! It hurts!") Leonariz shouted, trying to break free from the man.

But the man only laughed and pressed the burning tobacco even deeper into her skin.

Leonariz could feel the heat and pain it caused. She knew she would have a hard time walking because of what he had done.

But she held back her tears. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to stop the words that wanted to come out of her mouth.

She needed to get on their good side. There was nothing good that would come to her and the Amazonians if she fought back and did things that would displease the person holding her captive.

The man laughed like a demon. He repeatedly pressed the burning tobacco on different parts of her body. With each application of the burning embers, Aello winced.

Her lips were almost bleeding because she was biting down so hard. It was because she didn't want to anger the man, and she was afraid he would hurt her entire tribe.

The man was about to burn Leonariz's other leg again when someone kicked him, sending him flying into the wall.

Leonariz's weak face registered shock as she looked at the bleeding man, the impact of his body against the hard wall evident.

"Kakogo cherta ty dumayesh', chto delayesh', Estes?"

(What the fuck do you think you're doing, Estes?)

Leonariz felt a shiver down her spine at the deep, dark voice of the man who had kicked the other man.

Leonariz looked up at the man. He stood in front of her, hands in his pockets, also looking at her.

His blue eyes held no emotion, nor did his face. It was the first time Leonariz had encountered someone like him.

A Russian, drawn from the stories of the man who had given them knowledge about the world outside the forest.

"Mne ochen' zhal', Demian. No eta skromnaya zhenshchina prodolzhayet deystvovat' mne na nervy-"

(I'm sorry, Demian. But this lowly woman kept getting on my nerves-")

"Ublyudok, on yavno ne eto nam prikazyval. Khochesh' snova ponesti nakazaniye?"

(Bastard, this is clearly not what he ordered us to do. Do you want to be punished again?)

The man shook his head repeatedly and quickly stood up. He seemed terrified of what he heard and quickly left the room.

Leonariz and the man named Demian were left alone. They stared at each other.

The man tsked. "I heard that you're able to understand this foreign language?" he asked, still looking at Leonariz.

Leonariz swallowed and slowly nodded in response.

Leonariz was nervous for herself. She didn't know why it felt like she was in even greater danger now that they knew she could understand them.

What if they found out she understood more than just English? That certain man had taught her a few more languages! Including the language that the two men had been using just a while ago, Russian.

"Huh... you're quite bright for a woman from a lowly and endangered tribe." the man said. His voice held a hint of amusement as he looked at her.

"Y-you people... won't hurt my people–right?" Aello asked.

The man's eyes widened slightly at her question, a smile appearing on his lips as he continued to look at her.

"Damn, you even know how to communicate with it?" he said incredulously, matching his height to Leonariz's seated form.

"Tell me... how are you able to learn this language?" Demian asked, a strange smile on his lips.

Leonariz felt the danger the man exuded, but she remained calm and met his gaze.

"I... do not know." she answered.

"Eh?" Demian's face showed disappointment at her response.

"It's no good then, I know you won't cooperate that much with us." he said, standing up and putting his hands back in his pockets.

He started to walk away, but when he was only a step away from the door, he turned back towards Leonariz.

"You better behave yourself, woman, you'll be living here for quite a long time before the auction. I hope you're still alive by that time." he said before leaving and closing the iron door.

The door made a loud bang due to its weight. The room was enveloped in darkness, only the light coming from a small hole in the iron door serving as the room's illumination.

Leonariz's heart was full of fear and anxiety, but not for herself-it was for her whole tribe. Especially since she knew these people couldn't be trusted.

Auction...

It seemed her suspicions were right. They were planning to sell her to whoever had taken her.