On the coldest and darkest of days, he grappled with his inner demons, casting a shadow of fear upon those around him with a mere utterance. He was the embodiment of tyranny, a dictator whose very presence could bring even the mightiest to their knees. The walls he erected as symbols of his power now crumbled under the weight of his own flesh and blood, a testament to the destruction he wrought. Anger was his constant companion, a raging inferno capable of consuming entire cities. The room bore witness to his turmoil, shrouded in dark, dreary hues; the only semblance of warmth emanated from the flickering flames of the fireplace, casting fleeting rays of color in the windowless chamber.

His attention fixated on the computer monitor, where a woman, veiled in black, awaited outside his door. With a press of a button, he electronically granted her entry, the heavy door sealing shut behind her. She stood before him, awaiting his permission to sit, a silent participant in the ritual of his dominance.

Anthony's voice pierced the heavy silence. "You know I had a rough week," he stated, his words laden with weariness. She nodded in silent acknowledgment as he rose from his seat, shedding his shirt with careless disregard, casting it aside. Approaching her, he reached out, fingers deftly removing her veil, revealing her delicate features beneath. She appeared no older than twenty-two, her skin porcelain pale and flawless, a stark contrast to the turmoil etched in her eyes. Fragile, broken, she bore the scars of abuse and exploitation, a pawn in his twisted game of power and pleasure. In his possession, she existed solely to bear the brunt of his wrath, her innocence sacrificed upon the altar of his fury.

He moved behind her, tore her black cotton long sleeve dress from the back. He began kissing her neck as tears begun to break underneath her subtle sadness. Her heavily breathing as each touch became painful to her mentally and physically. He sunk his teeth into her neck, with that blood followed. Screaming could only make things worse for her, so she endured the pain. He removed his teeth from her neck. Turned her body around towards him and moved his face towards hers, he pressed his lips against hers, slipping his warm bloody tongue into her mouth. She gave in from what would be one of many nightmares she had to live through. He cradled her head as his tongue forcefully explored the depths of her young plump mouth. Trying not to break the kiss he began to guide her to the bed. As he breaks the kiss, he flings  her thin underweight body onto the bed. She lying on her back waiting to be taken advantage of once again. He undid his pants eager to take control of this woman. He climbed on top of her, she spread her legs so he can lay between them as he always does. This routine all too familiar with her. His chest met hers , he gripped hold of his manly flesh and guided his own into her abused pussy. His hard shaft was engulfed in the warmth of this young woman's depths. She let out a quick faint moan as she allowed herself to become use to his strong manhood. She began rocking her hips in a quick hard rhythm, allowing his staff to sink in and out of her. The sensation of her pussy was incredible to him, he hadn't felt this much pleasure since his wife. Her pussy began swallowing his staff whole, tightly gripping it with each thrust. Her pussy was grabbing and releasing his staff as he shared her same rhythm. Him stimulating all of her in the most incredible way. Her walls began to tighten around him even more , her pussy clinching and releasing as they both succumb to an orgasmic high. He pulled out releasing the rest of his aftermath onto her.  Anthony hovered above her panting aggressively as he blurts out "If only you were her". Tears began to fall down her cheeks as he removed himself off the bed ignoring her emotions. He walked into his bathroom and shut the door behind him 

Days had passed since the harrowing events at The Core's lab, yet the wounds inflicted upon Alex and Zander still festered, both physical and emotional. With Zander still in the process of healing, Alex couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility for his injuries. The guilt weighed heavily upon her, stemming from the turmoil between her father and Zander. Though she had known her father was capable of darkness, she hadn't anticipated the lengths he would go to capture her. Thankfully, the facility left to them by Zander's father provided a sanctuary, equipped with state-of-the-art security measures that shielded them from prying eyes. In this underground haven in London, they found solace, their own refuge amidst the chaos. For Alex, this had been her home for the past fifteen years, a haven in the storm of her tumultuous life. Yet, even amidst the safety of their sanctuary, she couldn't help but wonder what life would have been like had she been born into normalcy. With her mother gone and her father consumed by madness, normalcy remained but a distant dream, with Zander being the closest semblance to it.

Residing in their hidden laboratory, tucked away from The Core's prying eyes, Alex and Zander met to strategize their next move in their quest to dismantle the organization. Zander, holding the disk that had once been embedded within his body, inserted it into the computer, revealing a series of images and a video.

As Alexandra's face appeared on the screen, a rush of emotions flooded the room. She spoke from beyond the grave, revealing the truth of her plight and issuing a plea for justice. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, leaving Alex devastated, her grief pouring forth in a torrent of anguish. Zander rushed to comfort her, his arms a refuge amidst the storm of her emotions.

In a moment of rage and despair, Alex cried out, her voice trembling with fury. "That bastard killed her! He killed my mother! How could he?"

Zander held her close, understanding her pain all too well. Though he shared in her desire for vengeance, he knew they couldn't afford to act impulsively. "Alex, you know we can't kill him," he reasoned, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "We need him to bring down The Core and anyone connected with it. Your mother and my family deserve justice...and the only way is to expose them. I understand your pain."

But Alex, consumed by her rage and grief, refused to be placated. With tear-stained cheeks and a voice thick with emotion, she declared her intent. "I don't give a fuck! He killed my mother with no remorse, he's evil and deserves to die!"

Zander's words fell upon deaf ears as Alex stormed away, her heart heavy with the burden of her grief.

Days passed, yet Alex remained consumed by frustration and uncertainty. Wrestling with her desire for vengeance and the need for justice, she found herself torn between her own desires and the greater good. Zander's father, Xavier, had once harbored a similar dream, a desire to see The Core dismantled and justice served. But his path had been fraught with sacrifice, his pursuit of truth costing him dearly. Xavier's involvement with The Core had cost him his family, his marriage crumbling under the weight of pressure. Anthony's machinations had left him with no choice but to fake his own death and disappear into the shadows, taking Zander with him.

Meanwhile, at The Core's lab, Anthony seethed with rage as he surveyed the wreckage left in the wake of Alex and Zander's intrusion. Despite his extensive security measures, they had managed to breach his defenses with alarming ease, leaving behind a trail of destruction. As his team scoured the ruins for any trace of their assailants, Anthony's attention was drawn to an old disk, missing from its rightful place. Panic seized him as he realized the implications of its disappearance. That disk held the key to his most prized possession - Alex, the culmination of years of experimentation and manipulation. She was his greatest creation, his ticket to immortality. And now, she was out there, beyond his reach.

Fueled by a burning desire for revenge, Anthony reached out to an old contact, his mind already concocting a plan for retribution. In his eyes, failure was not an option, and he would stop at nothing to reclaim what was rightfully his.