Chapter 26: Realization
"I think it’s here," Anna said as she halted the horse.
The carriage creaked to a stop, and the door swung open. Azalea stepped out, his boots crunching against gravel. Without a word, he walked to the back and unlatched the carriage door.
What he saw made him pause.
Inside, the purple-haired girl was slumped awkwardly against the wall. Her eyes were rolled back. Saliva glistened across her chin. And despite the confined space, her fingers were between her thighs, frantically moving as if trying to save her own life.
"What the hell is wrong with this bitch?!" Anna snapped, recoiling at the sight. Disgust colored her voice. "Masturbating in a damn box?! Seriously?!"
"H-Haaah... Hahh..." The girl’s breath came in ragged moans, her face flushed with heat. Clarity flickered in her eyes, but only just.
And the moment she locked eyes with Azalea, something inside her broke.
Her restraint vanished. Her dignity collapsed.
"Please... help me..." she whispered, reaching toward him with trembling, desperate fingers. "I need it. I need it..."
Anna grabbed the girl’s wrists and yanked her arms back, glaring at Azalea with dawning horror. "What did you do to her?" she demanded, anger quickly melting into suspicion. "She wasn’t like this before. She was weird, yeah, but not—this."
Azalea didn’t answer. His brow furrowed as he studied the girl.