Chapter 404 404 Coerce

Chapter 404 404 Coerce

She hated her captors, that was for sure. But there were no thoughts about Brittany who had to bear the brunt of it all. She had long since begun to take her sacrifice for granted.

Every time someone came to fuck the princess, she would automatically assume that Brittany was there to make everything better. She would be safe for yet another day.

In Carol's mind, this was her facing reality.

She had assumed that this was the best course of action for both the women. Although she couldn't feel happy about her friend being raped every day or two, she had already accepted the fact that she couldn't do anything about it. She was too afraid of being a victim herself if she tried to help her.

Carol felt deeply ashamed of herself after finding the truth in Zach's words.

She had long since given up on fighting and was only thinking of survival even if she had to throw her maid under the bus for it.noVe)lB)In

Zach had called her out on it.

And he wasn't wrong.

Carol rolled her hands into fists as if to gather up all the courage that had hidden itself somewhere during the time she had been held captive.

Her features turned sharp, and in her eyes, appeared that decisiveness that had previously been missing. Her whole being sparkled with an unbreakable resolve, and it seemed to have given her lifeless soul meaning.

For the first time since the two women had begun to live a life on the run, Carol was absolutely sure of something.

She was done ignoring Brittany's plight.

She was done with standing on the side while Brittany was being tortured by unknown men in her place.

She was done with being the protected one.

For once she wanted to protect Brittany.

Her purity wasn't of any use to her anyway. The dynasty she belonged to had long since been encroached on by the Hina empire. Since, there was no home to go back to and no hope of ever getting her status back, what use was her measly virginity.

She had therefore decided to share in Brittany's pain and her burden. She wanted to tell her that there was no need to protect her anymore.

She walked in a poised manner with a determined look that left no room for ambiguity and kneeled at Zach's feet.

"...You must have felt so alone all this time. I am truly sorry for not being able to give you a good life...but I can at the very least accompany you through the adversity life has thrown at us."

Saying her piece Carol turned towards the giant cock waiting for her in all its excitement.

Unbeknownst to her, tears had already begun to trace silent paths down the cheeks of the maid who had worn the guise of a princess for countless years. Witnessing Carol's genuine commitment, a surge of emotions overwhelmed her.

While moved by Carol's selfless dedication, an indescribable pain gripped her from within, an ache that seemed to emanate from the depths of her soul. The dichotomy of emotions played out on her countenance as silent tears bore witness to the intricate layers of her internal struggles.

Brittany's emotional turmoil resembled a fragile glass sculpture, beautifully crafted over time. The exterior, shimmering with the radiant colors of loyalty and sacrifice, showcased her unwavering dedication to Carol.

Yet, within the transparent structure, subtle fractures appeared, refracting the inner pain she tried to conceal. The delicate glass, a symbol of her emotions, bore the weight of conflicting sentiments, with tears acting like imperceptible cracks threatening to shatter the intricately constructed façade.

The sculpture, once pristine, now held the dichotomy of devotion and hidden anguish, a fragile masterpiece on the verge of revealing its underlying fragility.

Brittany's soul was like a fragile porcelain vase, teetering on the edge of an abyss, as she confronted the imminent desecration of her beloved princess.

Each passing moment echoed like the haunting chime of a breaking piece, resonating within the recesses of her heart.

The impending violation cast a dark shadow over the delicate structure of her emotions, causing the once-sturdy vessel to quiver with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

As the seconds ticked away, it was as if the vase's delicate surface was being etched with the scars of despair, the impending destruction, mirroring the disintegration of Brittany's entire being.

She hated Zach...or at least she wanted to hate him...but a part of her couldn't bring herself to do it.

A tempest of conflicting emotions raged within Brittany, torn between the fierce desire to despise Zach and an inexplicable reluctance rooted in a deeper realm of her consciousness.

Hatred, like a tempest, surged through her veins, fueled by the imminent violation of her cherished princess.

Yet, amidst the tumultuous storm, a hesitant whisper echoed in the corridors of her heart, questioning the authenticity of her animosity.

It was as if an invisible force resisted the full embrace of hatred, leaving her entangled in a web of conflicting sentiments that gnawed at the edges of her resolve.

Whatever Zach had done to the two women, it had brought her to be even closer to Carol, something that she had possibly been dreaming about without even knowing about it.

This newfound closeness, an unexpected consequence of turmoil, resonated within Brittany's soul, offering a sense of connection she might have secretly yearned for, albeit hidden in the recesses of her subconscious.

As Brittany observed Carol's unwavering commitment and selflessness, conflicting emotions surged within her. A profound joy blossomed in her heart, akin to discovering an unexpected treasure in the midst of chaos.