Chapter 47
Zoey took a deep breath, tryna chill in front of Karl who’s totally on that disrespect vibe. His gaze icy and full of shade, every word that comes outta his mouth feels like a dagger aimed at Zoey’s self-worth.
"You’re such a weakling, Zoey," Karl said, folding his arms with that smug look. "Did your hypocrisy disappear as soon as I threatened you? I thought you had more guts than this."
Zoey clenched her fists tight, holding back her rising emotions. "I did what you asked, Karl," she shot back, her voice trembling with anger. "What more do you want?"sHe knelt down to face Karl’s dick.
Karl chuckled, full of mockery. "What do I want more? Nothing, I just wanna screw that hypocritical mouth of yours. Look at you now, Zoey. You can’t even look at me without shaking. Pathetic." Karl shook his dick in front of Zoey’s face.
Zoey felt his words like a stabbing knife. She knew Karl had a strong hold on her, but his demeaning ways stirred anger and pain within her chest.
"No need to be rude, Karl," she said softly, trying to keep her dignity. "I’m not here to be your punching bag."
Karl brought his dick close to Zoey’s mouth. "Oh, Zoey, you’re here for exactly that, to be a whore’s slave!" he said in a low tone that sent shivers down her spine. "You’re just a tool, someone I play with for my own ends. Don’t expect respect."
Zoey held her breath, feeling his words solidify her position. But deep down, she started feeling the urge to fight back—to prove that she’s more than just a tool for Karl.
Karl smirked thinly, a smile that offered no comfort at all. "Listen up, Zoey," he continued, "if you wanna stay here and get out of this safely, just follow my orders without questions. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider lightening your load a bit."
Zoey stared sharply at Karl. "You won’t always control me, Karl. One day, all this will come to an end."
Karl chuckled, full of mockery this time. "You? Defy me? Dream on, Zoey. You can’t even step without my permission."