Tears continued to stream from Robellia’s eyes, trickling down to her temples. Her mouth was covered by a thick palm, and her nose was filled with blood, which continued to flow upward. Her chest heaved rapidly as she struggled to breathe, nearing the point of suffocation. Just before her eyes rolled back completely, the man covering her mouth removed his hand.

Gasping for air, Robellia made a sound, but the man calmly pressed his index finger to her lips in a silencing gesture. She tried to control her breathing, to stay calm, but it was nearly impossible with the other man thrusting violently into her from below. Fighting back sobs, Robellia covered her own mouth with trembling hands, allowing only faint breaths to escape through the gaps between her fingers.

Robellia writhed in discomfort, her restrained body twisting as her v*gina continued to be forcibly stretched, but the searing pain showed no signs of abating.

When the remnants of Akan’s s*men had almost completely seeped out, leaving her inner walls excessively dry and tense, the man released his own climax inside her in much the same way. Although Robellia could feel his p*nis twitching and releasing c*m inside her, she was powerless to resist. When he was finished, the man withdrew and released his grip on her thighs, leaving her limp and motionless.

Robellia lay limp and motionless, unable to even think about regaining her composure, resembling a lifeless frog. As one man descended from the bed, another climbed up to take his place. He pulled her knees apart and forcibly spread her legs, using the s*men left by the previous man as a lubricant to insert himself again.

There were more than ten m*n in the bedroom. How long would this go on? Realizing that there was no escape from this nightmare, Robellia simply closed her eyes. She thought it would have been better to be stabbed by Akan than to endure this.

When she lost count of how many m*n had mounted her, her body was turned over. This time the m*n began to r*pe her from behind, targeting her anus instead of her v*gina. The air in the princess’s bedroom became thick with the pungent smell of s*men.

When the m*n had finished their task, Robellia lay motionless as a corpse. Except for the faint breaths she exhaled, the princess seemed lifeless. Leaving her like a broken doll, the m*n began to clean the area around her.

Her v*gina, anus, and thighs were smeared with s*men, and she was left abandoned on the bed. Her stomach burned like it was on fire, and it still felt like something was stuck inside her. The raw, sensitive flesh that had been abused throbbed with a piercing pain as if pierced by countless needles.

No matter how hard she tried to collect herself, her consciousness kept slipping away. Her body, once taut and restrained, now felt heavy as lead. Inside her flickering eyelids, her pupils failed to focus on anything in front of her, rendering her gaze empty and unseeing.

If this was Akan’s revenge, would it ever end? Should she be grateful to be alive, even in such a miserable state?

As dawn broke outside the window, Robellia finally lost consciousness.

The princess’s chamber was empty – no maids, no guards. Its occupant, Robellia, lay n*ked, her body filthy and not even covered by a blanket, lost in a tortured sleep.

As the sun began to set, its lengthening rays reached the bed. Robellia slowly opened her eyes and blinked. Gradually, the reality she had momentarily escaped returned, carried by waves of pain that coursed through her body. Exhausted, she had fallen into a deep, unconscious sleep, spending the entire noon in oblivion.

As Robellia tried to sit up, a severe headache set in, probably from all the crying she’d done. Pressing a hand to her head, she managed to get her feet on the ground, but the muscle pain from being forced open all night caused her legs to give out, and she fell heavily to the floor.

The door creaked open just enough for a man to peer in – a familiar figure who had been standing guard all night. Despite seeing her n*ked body and sharing such intimate acts, Robellia didn’t even know his name. Instinctively, she curled up as tightly as she could to hide her nakedness. The man glanced over, then quietly closed the door.

Robellia felt completely filthy. The sour, fishy smell clung to her skin. Determined to clean herself, she began crawling toward the bathroom. She barely made it halfway before exhaustion overcame her and she collapsed on the carpet. She realized she hadn’t eaten in over a day. Though the overwhelming pain and despair had robbed her of any appetite, the weakness from hunger was undeniable.

This time the door swung open. Robellia blinked listlessly as she lay on the floor. Four m*n entered the room, carrying a wooden bathtub and placing it in the center. They filled it with water before returning to their posts along the wall, standing as if they were nothing more than lifeless fixtures of the room.

It seemed clear that she was expected to wash here. Although Robellia desperately wanted to clean herself, it was impossible to stand on her own two feet. Resigned, she crawled to the tub on all fours, aware that the m*n were watching her every move.

When she reached the tub, she grabbed the edge and pulled herself up with difficulty. Her legs shaking, she managed to get one foot in the water. The icy cold of the unheated water sent a wave of grief over her, but she knew she didn’t have the luxury of complaining. She carefully lowered her other leg and then her entire body into the icy water, shivering as she sat down.

Sitting there, immersed in the cold water, the weight of her circumstances became unbearable. Wrapping her arms around her knees, Robellia began to cry softly. Even in her grief, she stifled her cries for fear of being reprimanded or beaten for making too much noise.

After sobbing for what seemed like an eternity, Robellia finally began to clean herself. Her trembling arms struggled to lather the soap, every movement a painstaking effort. A bottle of scented oil lay beside the tub, but it only served to deepen her sense of humiliation – such luxury felt like a cruel mockery of her condition.

She washed her hair and scrubbed her upper body as best she could. Then, hesitantly, she dipped her hand into the water and brought it to her gr*in. The sharp, piercing pain made her choke back a scream as she used her fingers to open her sore, swollen entrance. Cloudy s*men oozed out, mixing with the icy bath water. Swallowing her despair, she reached back and spread her anus to remove the remains there as well.

The water softened the dried s*men clinging to her inner thighs, leaving everything between her legs slick and sticky. Struggling to keep her balance, Robellia stood awkwardly and began to lather her lower body with soap. Tears continued to fall as she cleaned herself, pausing occasionally to sob quietly before continuing.

The creaking of the door drew Robellia’s attention, her gaze snapping to the sound. Her expression froze, as if turned to stone, when she saw who had entered. Akan. Instinctively, Robellia retreated further into the water, curling up tightly to shield herself.

“Did you sleep well?” 

His eerily friendly greeting sent a shiver down her spine. Robellia said nothing, her body visibly shaking. Akan took deliberate steps towards the tub, each one making her heart pound with fear. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she realised she had to respond. 

“Y-yes…”

Akan laughed derisively at Robellia’s hoarse, barely audible response. The once haughty princess, now beaten into submission, was nothing short of amusing. Still, seeing her cowering like a dog with her tail tucked between her legs somehow improved his mood.