I instinctively moved closer to Adrik, my heart racing. Fearing that he would lash out or do something reckless. As I stepped closer, the tension between us became palpable.

Adrik's gray three-piece suit was a stunning echo of my own gown, the identical shade creating an unsettling sense of symmetry between us. The impeccably tailored fabric hugged his athletic build, emphasizing his strong jawline and piercing eyes. The overall effect was one of polished elegance, but beneath the refined exterior, I sensed a simmering intensity.

Lost in thought, I hadn't realized I'd been staring at Adrik for what felt like an eternity. His sudden words shattered my reverie: 'Don't worry, I'm all yours.' My gaze snapped back into focus, and I felt a jolt of surprise to find him standing mere feet away, his piercing eyes locked onto mine.

The proximity sent a shiver down my spine. How had he closed the distance without me noticing? His intense gaze seemed to hold a hidden message, and I felt my cheeks flush with warmth.

A chilling smile spread across his face, sending shivers down my spine. Just hours ago, he had brutally taken innocent lives and mutilated their bodies, yet now he stood before me, radiating an unsettling calmness. The stark contrast between his heinous actions and serene demeanor left me stunned, my mind reeling with the sheer horror of it all.How could someone who had committed such atrocities so recently now wear a mask of tranquility? It was as if he had compartmentalized his darkness, locking it away to reveal a façade of normalcy.

Adrik's tender gestures only amplified my fear, his contradictory behavior leaving me on edge. Taking my hands in his, he lavished gentle kisses upon them, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with an unnerving intensity.

He guided me to a secluded table in the corner, adorned with a single, exquisite box. With a deliberate slowness, he opened the lid, revealing a breathtaking diamond ring that glittered in the dim light.

My heart racing, I felt trapped in a nightmare. This man, capable of unspeakable violence, now presented me with a symbol of eternal love. The disconnect was staggering.

Adrik slid the ring onto my finger, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I stood frozen, unable to utter a word. The weight of the diamond felt suffocating, a constant reminder of the horrors he'd committed.

"The photographer is downstairs," Adrik announced, his tone deceptively casual. "We've already kept him waiting."

My shock gave way to panic. "What's going on?" I demanded, my voice trembling.

Adrik's expression turned incredulous. "We just got engaged," he stated, as if I should be overjoyed.

"No!" I protested, horror seeping into my voice. "I don't want this!"

Adrik's eyes narrowed, his smile twisting into a menacing grin. "I'm afraid it's too late for that," he whispered, his breath caressing my ear.

"Please, just let me go!" I begged, desperation creeping into my voice. "I won't say a word to anyone, I promise."

Adrik's gaze pierced through me, his silence more unsettling than any words. He didn't respond, didn't react. It was as if I hadn't spoken at all.

Instead, he grasped my arm, his grip tightening like a vice. "Let's go," he said finally, his tone low and menacing. "We take pictures together. The party will be tomorrow, and the wedding next."

I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine as he dragged me toward the door. The photographer, the party, the wedding – it all seemed like a twisted nightmare.

"NO!" I struggled against his grip, but he held firm.

Adrik's eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of the monster beneath the facade.

Don't make me hit you!" Adrik growled, his voice dripping with malice. "I wouldn't want to spoil that pretty face of yours before the pictures are taken.

His words sent a chill down my spine. The threat was veiled, but unmistakable. I felt trapped, caught in a web of his making.

"You can't do this," I protested, trying to keep my voice steady. "You can't force me into this."

Adrik's smile twisted, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, but I can," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "And I will."

Just be a good girl, Солнышко," Adrik whispered, his voice dripping with condescension. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he stroked my cheek, his touch sending waves of revulsion through me.

I trailed behind Adrik, my feet heavy with fear. He pushed open a door, revealing a fully equipped studio set. Harsh lights, cameras, and backdrop stands transformed the space into a surreal world.

A handful of people scurried about, adjusting equipment and fine-tuning details. But amidst the bustle, an undercurrent of tension hung in the air like a palpable fog.

The photographer, a gaunt woman with sunken eyes, greeted Adrik with a strained smile. "Ready to begin?" she asked, her voice laced with hesitation.

Adrik's response was a curt nod, his gaze never leaving mine. I felt trapped, a captive in a twisted game.

One of the assistants, a young woman with a pierced nose, caught my eye. Her expression flickered with sympathy before quickly masking it with indifference. The photographer's voice cut through the tension. "Let's get started, shall we? Adrik, please take your place beside your fiancée."

Adrik's hand closed around my wrist, his grip tightening as he led me to the designated spot. I felt a surge of panic, my heart racing.

"Smile," Adrik whispered, his breath cold against my ear.I forced a weak smile, my eyes darting toward the staff.

The camera clicked, capturing our fabricated happiness. With each snap, I felt myself being pulled deeper into Adrik's twisted world.

As the photographer called out, "That's a wrap!" I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived.

The final pose had left me feeling vulnerable, Adrik's arms wrapped tightly around me, his hand resting on my hip. The camera captured our fake intimacy, and I couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort.

Adrik's grip lingered, his fingers digging into my skin. "You did well," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

I recoiled, creating distance between us. "It's over, right? I can leave?"

The photographer nodded sympathetically. "Yes, you're free to go."

But Adrik's smile hinted at a darker truth. "Not yet, Солнышко. We still have to go over some rules ."

A chill ran down my spine as he offered his arm, expecting me to take it. I hesitated, unsure of my next move.

The studio staff began packing equipment, their hushed conversations filled with tension.

As we stepped into Adrik's office, I was struck by its opulence. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view, while rich, dark wood paneling and leather-bound books lined the walls.

But my awe was short-lived. Adrik's eyes seemed to darken, his gaze piercing as he gestured for me to take a seat.

"Please, Солнышко, make yourself comfortable," he said, his voice dripping with menace.

I sank into the plush armchair, my heart racing. Adrik opened a drawer, revealing a stack of documents. His eyes gleamed with an unnerving intensity as he handed them to me.

"Here is the list of all the things I want from you," he said, his voice low and menacing.

With a shaky hand, I collected the files, my heart racing. The papers felt heavy, weighted with unseen consequences.

As I scanned the documents, my eyes widened in horror:

*Contract of Submission*

1. Always say yes to me, without question or hesitation.

2. Never disobey me, in thought or action.

3. Grant me unlimited access to your body, at any time.

4. Never look at, speak to, or interact with any other man.

5. Betray me, and you will suffer the consequences. Cheat on me, and you will die.

6. Bear me at least 5 children, and ensure they are raised in my image.

My vision blurred, panic setting in. This was slavery, not marriage.

"You can't be serious," I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady.

Adrik's smile twisted. "Deadly serious, Солнышко."

He leaned forward, his eyes glinting. "You have 24 hours to agree. Refuse, and...consequences will follow."

The air thickened with tension, heavy with unspoken threats.

"I refuse," I boldly stated, trying to keep my voice steady.

Adrik smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "So be it."

He picked up his phone and dialed a number, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Come in ," Adrik said, his voice cold. A pause. "Yes, take care of it." Adrik hung up, his expression unreadable.

"You've made a grave mistake, Солнышко," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Suddenly, the office door swung open, and two imposing men entered. "Take her," Adrik ordered, his gaze dismissing me. The men grasped my arms, their grip like vice. "Where are you taking me?" I demanded, struggling. Adrik's smile twisted. "Somewhere you'll learn obedience."

I was dragged away, my heart racing with fear. As I was pulled out of the office, I caught a glimpse of Adrik's face – cold, calculating, and deadly.

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