The eighteenth birthday is a turning point in our lives, so it was considered, at least in many countries and many cultures, when a person can get complete control of their lives, being its decisions that could quickly turn out to be completely wrong, or just simply, freedom redeemed rightful and necessary.

A beautiful morning in the busy capital of Russia, Moskva, commonly known as Moscow, it was a cold November morning, and the city was almost covered in snow. Still, the weather condition didn't stop the flow of tourism seeking a beautiful escape in the artistic city to enjoy its majestical squares and its historical monuments; a beautiful city indeed.

Watching from the window facing the big runaway and garden, only to see how many leaves were fully covered in snow, sparing only those hidden under the pavilions, her eyes roamed around in an almost irritated countenance, it was her birthday, and so she wished the weather could at least spare that day for her, to enjoy it outside with her friends, and her crush, Hain.

But, the weather had its final decision, for her to stay put, to accept spending yet another day, a special one at that, with her parents, that were always busy to celebrate with her.

The smell of the Smittanik reached her senses; she was simple; she loved sweets, and that scent alone could draw a beautiful smile on her plump lips, turning her irritation into happiness.

Youth indeed.

Leading her way to the kitchen, where Miss Anya was creating different masterpieces, one of them her favorite Smittanik; her smile grew bigger seeing the Sirniki lay on the beautifully decorated plate on the marble counter, it was her day, and Miss Anya knew precisely how to make it the best.

While stealing from the food on the kitchen's counter, and exchanging a few jokes with the maids, her mother, Julia, called out for her; at first, she was shocked to see her mother at home that early in the day; it was almost impossible to meet with her before midnight, while at times, she couldn't meet her for days.

It seemed like Julia had something for her daughter or maybe, wanted to be with her on such a special day.

The younger woman entered the office of her mom while still trying to clean her mouth from the remnants of food she devoured a while ago; to her shock, though, her mother was being extra lenient with her, marking a difference from her usual demeanor at her child's immature behavior, she was being strict when it came to educating her daughter, she wanted to make out of her a refined woman, a woman that could lead an empire after her.

To her second surprise of the day, there was a bottle of handmade Vodka her family used to make and two glasses sitting around it; her mom motioned her to take a seat in the brown leather chair the opposite of the office,

" You know what is required from you, Katarina? Perseverance, that's all, don't disappoint me; it's an order."

" Yes, mom, I will become the person you're dreaming of; I promise."

Julia smirked slightly, looking at the fear inside her child's eyes; she knew it would take her just a stern voice to carve her stance in the child's brain; she had such an impact on her.

Grabbing the bottle handy, she poured the potent liquid into the glass that was near her daughter, motioning to her in an ordering countenance to drink it; watching the girl following the orders gave joy to Julia; however, that joy lived shortly when she saw the face the latter did while gulping the drink, she didn't like it at all, she looked frail, not at all as she was supposed to be.

"Drink it at once."

She ordered in a firm tone, and the girl failed her again.

She poured again and again until she got her desired result, she tamed her, and the young woman had no options but to follow.

She stood up walking toward the chair facing her, where her daughter was sitting, fighting intense nausea from the quantity of liquor she drank; Julia was well aware of the state her daughter was in, and in the end, she made sure the latter never touches alcohol before that occasion, it was only regular for her to be drunk from what was for Julia a minimal quantity though.

She turned her chair around to face her while caging her in between the armrests; she gave her a cold scrutinizing stare before straightening her back, standing straight in front of the young lady, taking out her watch, and looking at it, bidding it goodbye.

"You see this watch, Katarina, I replaced it crystal several times, my dear, so it has become way more expensive than its original price; the replacement was indeed at a high rate, but necessary, since I like this watch you know, now, aren't you curious about how the crystal broke every time?"

"I am, mom. Could you please tell me"

" I will, darling, not with words though, with actions, into which you will be taking place on your big day; this lesson I'm about to teach you is my gift for you, Katarina; treat it dearly and cherish its memory, okay?"

"Thank you, mom."

Grabbing the hand of her daughter, Julia led the way toward the exterior extension of the villa; it was a place they rarely used, as their main house was big enough, and had more than enough rooms for a family composed of only three members, sometimes, Katarina wondered why that extension had been build so far from the main villa, it seemed time-wasting going there, and it was not even used, or at least that's what she thought.

Julia had a big keychain; she used one of the many hanging around to open the main door, as the maids never came there so no one would welcome them inside.

The extension was significant to be considered a two-story villa, with four master rooms, while the remaining two were on the smaller side.

Leading to one of the masters, where the gift situation was taking place; her mom motioned her inside while keeping the door open for her.

The girl who had just turned eighteen and couldn't believe what her eyes were witnessing suddenly lost all the innocence she had inside her; she knew that the latter couldn't be revived.

Her mom was still holding the wristwatch handy, an excellent Rolex coated in white and yellow gold, with a few diamonds surrounding the crystal. Expensive to better describe it.

" It broke this way, darling."

Julia's smirk grows as her hand throws the watch in the air, grabbing it before it can touch the ground in a firm grasp, making the watch land on the jaw of the naked man in front of her.

Katarina jolted from the sight, it was already shocking for her to see a completely naked man while in her mom's company, but the latter move made her shock double.

"And so, it will continue breaking Katarina."

The man smirked in pleasure at the action that took place while drops of the blood that dripped from his injury stained the white carpet, and Katarina seemed to be in utters as he reached to her mom in an attempt to kiss her feet. She was in complete control.

" That young lady is your master for today; follow your master's order without questioning."

It had been a while since she came to this club of hers, in which values were reversed; it was a room salon with a slight difference; the amusers were boys, at that, high-end actors or models, even singers at times.

It was one of her most expensive places, it required a membership that cost no less than fifty-seven thousand dollars per year, and that price didn't even include the drinks. However, the place was luxurious, to say the least, and it deserved the high tag; that way, it ensured the guests that there would be no ordinary peasants between them, which was their primary aim.

Inside the private room, the smell of cigarettes filled the air, leaving almost no clean oxygen for a no-smoker; the two lads were doing their best to garb her lost attention.

Handsome young lads, in their early twenties, with sculpted bodies, and mesmerizing looks, that any woman could easily fall for, broad shoulders, and high bridged noses, not to mention the defined jawline that was more dominant in the face of the one on her right, that was trying his best to convince her about him, without touching her, as per her previously requested.

Her eyes were lost in the land of nowhere, lighting one cigarette after the other, sipping on her Kiri, aged for more than twenty-five years. A fine drink that only her lips deserved.

The thoughts of the man were now giving her almost a headache; it was something out of the ordinary; the way he abused her mind was already full of problems, adding to them a feeling she couldn't explain, a feeling that couldn't fit in any of the categories, not fitting for a crush, nor a future love, not even a lustful need. It was something bizarre for her without any exaggeration.

It was strong.

She was now done with the loud music, although it was customized to her liking when she informed Min Yoongi, the site manager-in-chief, about her visit so that he could arrange it in the best possible way.

Fetching her purse from where she took out her phone, she called Yoongi, requesting his presence in the quarter she occupied.

" I hope you enjoyed your night Miss Park."

" Yoongi-ssi, you always do your best; I'm thankful every time."

Min Yoongi knew how to do his job perfectly; managing such a vast site was no easy task, but he made it seem like one; he never failed her expectations in recruiting the right guys, providing them with the correct training needed, to satisfy a large audience, he also managed to please the picky taste of Katarina.

He had the skills.

"Yoongi-ssi, these guys are coming with me; you know the drill, don't you?"

" They have been instructed wisely; enjoy the rest of your night Miss Park; I will call the valet to prepare your car."

The room was dimmed enough to be considered almost dark; the lamp on the nightstand should have thanked the full moon for providing enough help to maintain its job in making the protagonists of the scene barely visible.

Just enough light to see where she was walking, not interested a bit in the men with her, she just needed some distraction, and they were accomplishing the task just fine.

The taller guy was being tied to the bed by his strong wrists, which were almost bruised from the strong handcuffs, while listening to the loud groaning of his colleague.

Watching the scene added fuel to the lad's lust; he wished he could be in his friend's place, and he wished he could be chosen, but he should be thankful enough that her mouth graced his length a few minutes before she stopped without giving him his peak.

She was now busy dancing over the length of the younger lad, who was not allowed to touch her without permission; she was silent for a person having pleasurable intercourse with two handsome men that would do anything to hear her pleasant moans. A thing that couldn't take place.

She stood up from his lap, walking in gracefully smooths steps, reaching to her flogger that was sitting on the edge of the bed near the tied man; stretching the material, she started flogging the guy she was riding a few minutes earlier.

The atmosphere was a mix of painful hisses and pleasure moans; a hint of satisfaction started making its way to her brain, giving her body signals that she needed more, that what she was doing wasn't sufficient, perhaps it had never been, but she got used to it, it was the way she learned, the way she used to please herself with.

Setting in front of the lad that was now bleeding from the continuous flogging session, her legs spread, providing his lustful yet tired figure with a sexy view, her hands touching her folds, the guy almost drooled, and she knew it; she was attractive enough, and that made her thoughts deviate from lust to curiousness.

Why was he unbothered or, better said, not tempted enough by her presence?

He clouded her mind at a moment when lust was supposed to take over her thoughts, problems, and projects, yet he managed, and she couldn't accept that.

Releasing the man tied to her bed, she made her stance clear; she needed her peak, and he better do the job.

For his dear life.

" I will give you total control, don't disappoint me."

Hovering over her beautiful body, he put her request into action immediately; he spread her legs, placing them over his shoulders; he then started by touching her folds that began to get dry from the disconnection she had earlier; following, he showered kisses on her leg over his right shoulder, that move of him was a good starter, she couldn't deny, a soft moan that was almost unheard escaped her mouth, giving a hint to the guy that he was exceeding his task.

He placed his length on her now wet folds and thrust softly before she decided to grab his neck in a firm grasp and a dark countenance that almost made him stop had he poorly been instructed.

" If you're a man, act like one; show me your strength."

Following her orders, he started thrusting his hips firmly in a perfect rhythm, almost abusing her delicate folds, making him gain numerous moans and pleasurable orgasms to both of them.

Dollar bills on the table, a bunch of them, while the smoke from her cigarette was intoxicating the air hiding the smell of sex that dominated the room; she motioned with her eyes to the guys standing in front of her, telling them without expressing words to take the money, and leave the place at once.

Stopping the guy who gave her an almost perfect orgasm, that could be perfect if there were emotions involved, she reached to his hand, placing inside his palm the key of one of her Maserati; he did a good job, so he deserved a beautiful after care, not emotional, but enough to satisfy his greed.

Being alone in the room hit hard on her brain; everything that she forgot earlier in the steamy session came back right after, not leaving her enough time to rest her body and brain, which were surely tired at the early dawn time.

" Katarina! "

Seokjin's voice brought her back to reality, making her take the hand of the young man into a handshake.

" Nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook-ssi; I hope you enjoyed the ride over here?"

" Thanks for your efforts."

"Please have a seat; what is your taste in drinks Jeon Jungkook-ssi?

" Anything of your liking Miss Park"

His voice was soft yet husky and deep; he was always standing in the between. Be it his looks, character, or even voice; he knew how to appeal by being ambiguous, which stirred her feelings a great deal.

" 'Bowmore,' I like it straight; should I add ice in yours?"

" I drink straight too, no need for ice, such a refined taste in whiskey, Katarina-ssi."

"Park, Katarina Park, I like keeping honorific; enjoy your drink, Jeon Jungkook-ssi."

Seokjin felt the tension in the conversation between the two; he felt uneasy about losing the man to her strict ways. However, she was a tamer; she liked making out wild animals' pets, and taming a fierce guy like him was nothing to her.

It was her favorite game.

"Jungkook-ssi, I think Jimin-ssi partially explained why Katarina and I summoned you here, so we will be straight to the point without hitting the bush further."

" Ten million, that's my offer, Jeon Jungkook-ssi; what's your saying?"

" Such a big amount over a fight. Am I missing some details, perhaps ?"

Smart.

She liked the way he spoke, in complete confidence, straight to the point; his curiosity was almost more appealing to her than his smell that intoxicated her brain, almost drugging it to addiction. He knew his ways.

" A fierce one, I'd say, a fight you must win, Jeon Jungkook-ssi."

" I'd love to hear more details."

" You see, Jungkook-ssi, we summoned you trusting your capabilities, seeing how high your performance was in ROKA; you will be the ultimate winner for such a fight, don't worry."

Seokjin indeed has his ways of playing with words, driving his opponent into complete confusion until the latter ultimately gives up.

But he was different, at least, so she thought, or better said, expected.

" It doesn't explain the amount I will be offered, though, Kim Seokjin-ssi."

Her expectations were correct.

" You win, you will exit the ring ten million richer; you lose, you will also lose your dear life, Jeon Jungkook-ssi."

She explained her stance bluntly while looking inside the glass of Bowmore; she was holding in her hand a composed demeanor and calm aura, not like she was informing someone about a definite death.

Was it a brave move, full of ego and self-esteem, over-confidence in the guy in front of her, or maybe the cards on her hold?

No one knows.

Silence followed her stance; Seokjin seemed worried, to put it mildly, Jimin was also looking at his boss in slight confusion, but he hurriedly moved his gaze away, seeing the way Seokjin looked at him sternly.

" I have important things to do, so I cannot put that much trust in myself, unlike you did, Park Katarina-ssi; I can't give up my life; I apologize for having wasted your time."

Seokjin's eyes reached Jimin quickly, giving him the order without speaking, so he could prepare himself to end the lad before reaching the door.

Jimin, as expected, had the help of his fast reflexes; his hand hurriedly reached to his back, reaching the gun hanging on the back of his waist. However, his moves were halted by Katarina's voice.

" Think about your son Jeon Jungkook-ssi. Doesn't he need a heart transplant?"

His steps stopped abruptly; he stood frozen in his place; he couldn't face her; he knew how much deep she dug, somehow her words were screaming reason to his numb brain; however, he couldn't deny that he wasn't given much of a choice, but he needed to make one.

For his son.

Smitten: a layered cake made out of honey and sour cream

Sirniki: Cheese pancakes.

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