"I didn't think that illusion stuff would work so well. You look exactly like her," Faustus said.

At first, Valentina thought she had misheard him. Faustus was still grinning in the doorway of the Red Room, his broad face beaming with triumph, but his words made no sense.

"Oh!" Vyxara's cackling laughter sounded through Valentina's head. "Now I understand! He gave Madame Dolorosa a strand of YOUR hair! He wanted a courtesan who looks like you! The stupid boy has no idea that he's standing opposite the real Valentina!"

The realization hit Valentina like a punch in the gut. The artifact had not failed, it had done exactly what it was designed to do. Faustus had procured a lock of her hair – she wasn't even sure she wanted to know how – and given it to Madame Dolorosa so that a courtesan could satisfy his sick fantasy...

She felt sick when she realized what that meant. He hadn't just asked for her looks. She remembered Madame Dolorosa's words: "He explicitly wanted a girl who can... well, can handle it when things get rougher."

She stared into Faustus' smug face and recognized the desire in his eyes. He wanted to humiliate her, to break her – or at least someone who looked like her. And now here she was, trapped in this nightmarish situation.

"Impressive." He stepped closer, scrutinizing her with a look that made her blood run cold. "You even nailed that stubborn stance perfectly."

Valentina forced herself to breathe calmly. She had seconds to make a decision. If she refused, she would lose her position at Violet Delights. Madame Dolorosa had made the rules clear. No turning down customers if you wanted to stay. And she needed that income, needed the opportunity to find out more about the Illuminator....

"You could just admit who you are," Vyxara suggested, still chuckling. "His face would be priceless."

"No," Valentina thought back grimly. That would ruin everything – not only her work here, but also her position at the university. Faustus would destroy her with this knowledge.

The heavy scent of violets and musk hung in the air, mingling with the smell of Faustus' expensive perfume. The red velvet curtains seemed to tighten around her. She had to make a decision. Now.

"I hope you're not disappointed?" She forced herself to smile professionally, her voice deliberately neutral. "Madame Dolorosa said you had specific... wishes regarding this role."

Faustus' grin widened. "Oh yes. I want you to be as unruly as she is. Proud. Defiant." He stepped even closer, his breath warm on her skin. "So I can break you."

Nausea rose up in Valentina, but she suppressed it. She could get through this. Had to get through it.

"Look on the bright side," Vyxara murmured, amusement now tempered by genuine compassion. "He's paying you to act like yourself and behave towards him exactly the way you'd like to."

A hysterical laugh threatened to rise in Valentina's throat. But she caught herself.

"As you wish." She lifted her chin, letting her genuine disdain flow into her gaze. "Though I doubt a spoiled noble loser such as yourself even knows what true dominance is."

Faustus' eyes widened with surprise and excitement. "Perfect," he breathed. "That's exactly how she talks. Like she's something better than me."

He reached for her, his fingers digging into her upper arms. Valentina suppressed the impulse to resist. She had made her decision. Now she had to face the consequences.

"I'm with you," Vyxara whispered softly. "All the time. And remember – he's the one making a fool of himself, not you."

Valentina nodded inwardly. She would survive this grotesque farce. Somehow.

Faustus pushed her roughly towards the bed. "Go on, keep going," he gasped, his voice hoarse with arousal and hatred.

"Oh, it's not difficult," Valentina replied coolly, putting her genuine contempt into every word. "Playing someone who despises you is not exactly a challenge."

His eyes widened with excitement. "Yes, just like that! That tone... like I'm beneath you. Like you're too pure for my dirty hands."

Faustus' hands wandered over her body, roughly grabbing her breasts, her bottom. His touch was not tender, but demanding, possessive. The touch made her shudder – not with lust, but with disgust. But she held still.

"You think you're so much better than me, don't you?" he hissed. "With your... your fucking diligence." His voice turned bitter. "Father would be so impressed with you..."

The last sentence came unexpectedly, almost vulnerably. But then his face hardened again.

"But you are nothing. Nothing! In the end, you're just a whore like any other woman."

Valentina felt real anger rising up inside her. "And you're just a spoiled boy who never had to fight for anything," she spat at him. "Who was given everything and still failed."

Faustus gasped, his body stiffening above her. For a moment, Valentina thought he was going to hit her. Instead, he grabbed her hips with brutal force and pulled her closer to him.

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"I'm going to show you how wrong you are," he growled. "I'm going to take you, so hard you'll forget who you are." His hand slid between her legs, fingers digging into the sensitive skin. Valentina flinched at the rough touch. He pushed her onto the bed, his heavy body pressing her into the mattress. The smell of his expensive perfume mingled with the omnipresent scent of violets in the room, becoming suffocating.

"Concentrate on my voice ," Vyxara whispered gently. "Let me guide you through this farce. He's the fool here, not you."

Valentina clung to the demon's voice like a lifeline, took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She would get through this. She just had to endure the humiliation, had to understand that the humiliation was only in her head and could be defeated there too.

Faustus tore open her dress, buttons flying across the room. His gaze was wild, hungry as he looked at her bare skin. He quickly pulled down his pants and Valentina felt his hard manhood on her thigh, hot and pulsating.

"So perfect," Faustus gasped as his hands roamed over her body, roughly, demanding. "So proud." He pinched her nipples, hard enough to make Valentina gasp. "But I'm going to break you. I'm going to make you beg me."

Valentina gritted her teeth and refused to answer. She would certainly not give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

"Do you see how desperate he is to demonstrate power?" she heard Vyxara's voice in her head. "His every gesture cries out for affirmation. He's like a child mimicking the movements of adults without understanding their meaning."

Faustus grabbed her wrists and pressed her arms into the mattress above her head. His body pressed her down, his weight making any movement impossible. Valentina just lay there and let him do what he wanted. Just a quick movement of her fingers, a small activation pattern would be enough to activate the Essence bell and in just ten seconds the bouncer would be in the room and end this situation, but Valentina had made her decision.

She felt his erection at her opening, hard and demanding. Then he penetrated her without foreplay or tenderness. Valentina gasped at the sudden stretching, the sharp pain. He was not small.

Faustus started to move, moaning, grunting, his hips pressed quickly and brutally against hers. Each thrust was like a blow, tearing Valentina deeper into the mattress, taking her breath away.

His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer to him, increasing the pressure of his thrusts. Valentina felt every inch of him inside her, hard and hot. Every inch. Of Faustus. Inside her. And she had allowed it.

The pain subsided as her body responded and she got wet, slowly transforming into a traitorous throbbing that spread through her abdomen with each thrust. Valentina forced herself to ignore the sensation. She just had to endure until it was over.

"So proud," Faustus growled above her, his voice hoarse with exertion and triumph. "So fucking arrogant." His thrusts became harder, faster, like an animalistic rhythm that ate through her body. Valentina felt the friction awakening her own arousal, reluctantly, involuntarily, powerfully.

"He wants to humiliate you," Vyxara whispered in her head . "But he can't take from you what you won't give him."

Valentina closed her eyes, concentrating on the sound of the demon's voice, the only sensible thing in this chaos of feelings and sensations.

Faustus moaned louder, his movements became more uncontrolled. Valentina felt his manhood pulsing inside her, swelling. He was close, so close...

"You're no better than me, you're just a farmer's daughter," he gasped, his voice distorted with ecstasy and hatred. "Why do you have to be so damn perfect?"

His words burned in Valentina's ears, but she forced herself to ignore them.

"Observe how much he lies to himself," Vyxara purred. "He thinks he's humiliating you, but he's only humiliating himself. It's so revealing what he says. And you are so much stronger than him, Valentina."

Faustus' thrusts became harder, faster, and almost desperate. Valentina felt her own body reacting, unwilling but helpless against the stimulation. Her abdomen contracted, her muscles spasmed.

Faustus reached his climax with an animalistic scream. He buried himself deep inside her, his manhood twitching and pulsating violently as he poured himself inside her. It seemed like it would never stop spewing its load. Valentina felt every twitch, every hot wave of his semen inside her. Faustus' semen. Inside her. And she had allowed it.

She stared hatefully into his eyes, in which she saw bliss, hatred and confusion, while his dick throbbed in her.

Then she too reached the peak, against her will, against her control. Her body tensed, her legs trembling as ecstasy coursed through her nerves. She squeezed her eyelids shut, refusing to enjoy the moment.

The feeling slowly ebbed away, leaving her exhausted and empty. Faustus lay heavily on top of her, his breathing intermittent, rasping. Valentina felt his semen inside her, warm and sticky, a disgusting sign of what had just happened.

She felt defiled, used... and victorious. She had endured the humiliation and was still herself and unbroken.

Faustus rolled off her and remained lying next to her, his body wet with sweat. There was silence between them for a moment, interrupted only by distant laughter from some of the other rooms and Valentina's own heavy breathing.

Valentina sat up, straightened the torn dress and turned back into her Lily guise. No, he had not conquered her. He could not conquer what was freely given, however reluctantly it might have been.

"You are so strong. You got through it ," Vyxara said gently. "And what's more – you made him reveal himself. Made him show his weakness."

Faustus was still lying next to her, breathing heavily, his face flushed. But something had changed. The triumphant arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a strangely vulnerable expression.

"That was..." he whispered, breaking off. His hands trembled slightly. "You were..."

Then, to Valentina's surprise, he cried.

They were not theatrical sobs, but silent tears running down his cheeks. He hardly seemed to notice them, just stared at the ceiling with a look full of... yes, full of what? Shame? Despair?

Valentina watched him, disturbed. This was no longer the arrogant Faustus she knew. This was someone else. Someone broken.

"Good grief ," Vyxara muttered. "Looks like our little noble scumbag has some... serious unresolved issues."

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