Chapter 324: The hunt begins
Abrielle had fallen from the glory of the flawless rich heiress and princess. She had lost a lot of weight, her body almost unrecognizable with the number of marks.
Her eyes were dull with large dark circles. Her hair was a lost cost. A sigh left her lips as she took a while to check her reflection. She glanced away and then walked towards the bath corner to wash up. Several handmaids were attending to the slaves, giving them an out-of-the-world experience. Washing their hair and helping them clean up generally.
It felt like when you stuff your chicken before killing them. Abrielle sat on an empty stool, and a handmaid started to attend to her, starting with her hair. The handmaids didn’t say a thing to any of the girls.
The other girls were busy chatting about random stuff. They didn’t seem scared that they were about to do something suicidal. Most of them had already accepted the possibility of the worst happening.
She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the moment. It took a long while, but eventually, her hair was detangled and properly washed before she could take a proper bath. After the handmaid was done, Abrielle got up and entered the warm spring.
A purr left her lips as she slowly ended the pool. The warm water soothed her skin, and she could feel some of the bruises healing; it wasn’t surprising that the spring had healing qualities.
"I see you are enjoying the pool. This is the best part of Culling." Heather moaned as she slowly sank into the water. Becky’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the water trying to forget all the bad parts. Her lips parted, "don’t stay in for too long. It doesn’t really heal you, just helps a bit, and staying long might give you burns." Becky warned.
Abrielle nodded; she closed her eyes, trying to run the plan in her head again. An image flashed in her head causing her eyes to pop open. "Please give me a break." She groaned; she could not even enjoy this moment without her mind trailing to Cedric, especially at the time he was drugged.
They did a lot of things that night. Her cheeks went red; why was she thinking of that now of all times? She had to keep her head straight in the task ahead and not think about a particular annoying villain she was married to for almost half a year.