Chapter 2

Isadora

The poisoned wine glass was only centimeters from my lips.

Sebastian's eyes gleamed with victory, thinking he had completely conquered me. 'Poor little girl, you have no idea who you're playing games with.'

But he was wrong. Dead wrong.

I felt that familiar muscle memory awakening within me—those harsh years spent in the circus, every training session, every fight for survival. Ballet dancers need more than just grace; they need strength.

"Sebastian, do you really think I'd submit that easily?"

The moment I finished speaking, I launched my attack.

A perfect ballet spin, like the classic white swan movement from Swan Lake, but this time it wasn't for beauty—it was for kill. My right hand traced a perfect arc, striking precisely at the vital point on his neck.

The poisoned wine glass flew from Sebastian's hand instantly, the red liquid drawing a sinister arc through the moonlight before finally spilling across the white marble floor, spreading slowly like blood.

"You... how could you possibly..." His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at me, his body swaying unsteadily.

I maintained my post-attack pose, as graceful as if I'd just completed a dance movement. "Ballet dancers need to protect themselves too, darling. Especially ballet dancers who grew up in the circus."

Sebastian's body began to lose balance. My strike had accurately hit his vagus nerve, enough to make him temporarily lose consciousness without causing permanent damage. After all, I still needed him alive.

He crashed heavily onto the carpet with a dull thud.

I walked over to him, looking down at this man who had been so arrogant just moments before. "You know what? In the circus, we didn't just learn to perform—we learned how to deal with audience members who wanted to take advantage of us. Some skills, once learned, are never forgotten."

Moonlight streamed through the huge windows into the room, giving the entire scene a surreal beauty. But I didn't have time to admire the scenery; I had more important things to do.

I moved quickly, pulling silk sheets from the bed. These expensive fabrics felt good, but more importantly, they were strong enough.

I expertly tied Sebastian to the bed, my movements so professional they surprised even me. 'Seems the circus taught me more than just dance and acrobatics.'

After finishing the binding, I sat in a chair, quietly waiting for him to wake up. This time gave me a chance to re-examine the room—luxurious decorations, expensive furniture, everything reminding me of this man's status and position.

But now, he was just a pitiful creature tied to a bed.

About twenty minutes later, Sebastian began to stir. He first blinked his eyes, then tried to move his body, finally becoming aware of his situation.

"What... this is..." He snapped his eyes open, discovering himself naked and bound to the bed, immediately beginning to struggle frantically. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you crazy woman? Let me go! Let me go right now!"

His voice became shrill and piercing with anger and fear, completely lacking the authoritative tone from before.

I remained seated in the chair, calmly watching his performance. "Calm down, Sebastian. Struggling like that will only make the ropes tighter."

"Do you know who I am? Do you know the consequences of doing this?" His face flushed red with anger. "I'll make you pay for this! I'll—"

"You'll what?" I interrupted him. "Call your bodyguards? Or the police? Tell them you tried to poison your newlywed wife and got turned on instead?"

Sebastian's words suddenly stopped. He realized how embarrassing his current situation was.

I took out a small bottle from my suitcase, containing pink liquid. This stuff cost me quite a bit of money to get my hands on, but it was definitely worth every penny.

"What is that?" Sebastian saw the bottle, a flash of fear crossing his eyes. "Are you trying to poison me?"

I laughed lightly. "Poison you? Darling, why would I want to poison you? I don't want your life."

I walked to the bedside, gently caressing his cheek like a wife who deeply loved her husband. "This isn't poison, Sebastian. This is... an enhancer. Something that will make you more... cooperative."

"What do you mean?" His voice began to tremble.

"What I mean is," I drew the liquid into a syringe, "starting tonight, we're going to redefine the rules of this marriage."

Seeing the syringe, Sebastian completely broke down. He began to cry, pleading like a child: "Please, don't kill me. I can give you money, lots of money. I can give you everything you want, just don't hurt me."

Watching this man who had just tried to control and humiliate me now begging so pathetically filled me with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

"Sebastian, I just told you, I don't want your life." I stroked his face, my voice gentle as if soothing a child. "Getting your body is enough for me—who wants that useless heart of yours?"

Before he could react, I quickly inserted the needle into the vein in his neck.

"No!" He let out a desperate cry, but it was already too late.

The pink liquid slowly flowed into his bloodstream. I could see his pupils beginning to dilate, his breathing becoming rapid.

"What... what is this..." His voice became slurred.

I sat back in the chair, elegantly smoothing my skirt. "A special drug, Sebastian. It won't hurt you, but it will make you very... obedient. And it will make your body extraordinarily sensitive to stimulation."

Sebastian's body began to react. His skin became flushed, his breathing grew more and more rapid, and his eyes started to become glazed. But most importantly, I could see the drug was working exactly as intended.

"What... what have you done to me..." His voice became weak and confused.

I stood up, slowly walking toward him. The moonlight cast soft shadows on my white nightgown, making me look like an angel—if angels did this sort of thing.

"I'm just teaching you some new rules, darling." I gently stroked his chest, feeling his heartbeat accelerating from the drug's effects. "From now on, in this bedroom, I'm in charge."

Sebastian wanted to resist, but the drug made his body completely unresponsive. He could only lie there, enduring my touch and the immense shame in his heart.

"You know what, Sebastian?" I leaned close to his ear, whispering softly, "I've always wondered what expression a self-important man would have when he discovers he has absolutely no control over the situation."

I straightened up, satisfied as I looked at his current state—eyes glazed, body trembling, completely stripped of that arrogant demeanor from before.