Chapter 217: Extreme Madness
“Yes… yes, I understand. Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control,” Zachary said into the phone, his tone dripping with obsequiousness.
From a distance, Caroline watched him with growing suspicion. She couldn’t hear the voice on the other end, but Zachary’s body language was unmistakable—his posture hunched, his demeanor servile. Even his silhouette radiated groveling submission.
“He must be working for someone powerful,” Caroline thought, her mind racing.
Zachary ended the call and turned back toward her, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, a crooked, malicious grin spreading across his face. “Well, little slut, it’s all set just like you wanted. Now tell me how are you going to thank me today?”
“Really? That’s amazing, Zachary!” Caroline’s face lit up with exhilaration, her earlier unease completely forgotten. She clapped her hands together, her voice honeyed as she added, “Tell me, however you want me to repay you, I’ll do it. Anything for you.”
She was so thrilled that she didn’t even care about Zachary’s mysterious boss anymore. All that mattered was that things were finally going her way.
Once, her sole ambition had been to marry Frederick, to be his everything. But after that night—after being defiled by the very man standing before her—she knew her dreams of becoming Frederick’s wife were shattered. Even if he didn’t find out immediately, he’d learn the truth sooner or later.
Now, Caroline’s priorities had shifted. She no longer sought love or devotion. All she wanted was revenge—revenge on Claire, revenge for every humiliation she’d endured. If she couldn’t have Frederick, then neither could Claire. Who did Claire think she was, anyway? Once the precious daughter of the Prescott family, now just an ex-con with a criminal record. How could someone like her be worthy of Frederick when Caroline had dedicated four years to staying by his side? Four years of loyalty, patience, and sacrifice—and yet she’d never even spent a night with him.
The thought made Caroline’s blood boil. No, she resolved. No matter what it took, she’d have Frederick.
Half an hour later, Caroline, marked by bright red stains, took the same powder as before and knelt before Zachary. “Please, Zachary,” she begged, clutching his leg with a look of pure longing. “Let me have just one bite.”
At that moment, Caroline could hardly tell whether it was the effect of the drug or the role she was forced to play that was driving her actions. She had lost track of what was real and what was just a performance. Caroline knew one thing for sure—the pain she felt was unbearable, but it wasn’t the same as the heartache of being ignored by Frederick for four years. This was something far worse. It was the kind of agony that came from watching Claire, of all people, in Frederick’s arms—being the one he desired, the one he loved.
“Want some?” Zachary asked with a teasing smile, tapping his hand lightly on his lap.
“Yeah, I want it… I really want it,” Caroline responded, licking her lips, her voice thick with longing.
Zachary tilted his head down and gently lifted Caroline’s chin. “We’ve done this enough times for you to know what I like.”
“Yes, I know, I know, Daddy. I’ll do whatever you want. Look, I’m even on my knees now,” Caroline exclaimed, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Daddy! I’ll do anything to make you happy.”
Zachary’s face twisted into a cruel smile as he leaned back in his chair, his massive belly jiggling with each movement. “Oh, you want to make me happy, huh? Well, if you can make me happy, I’ll make sure you feel… ecstatic. But if you fail, you know the consequences.”
“Thank you, Daddy. You’re so kind to me.”
With a sudden burst of energy, Caroline flung herself at Zachary, her lips wrapping around his groin in a desperate attempt to please him. The sound of her slurping noises filled the air, echoing off the cold walls of the basement.
“Ah, yes!” Zachary’s eyes closed in ecstasy as he lay back in his chair, his entire body relaxed and content. He had reached the pinnacle of pleasure, and it was too much to bear. With a sudden burst of energy, he pinned Caroline to the ground, grasping her leg and pulling it upwards as he thrust himself into her.
“Ahh!” Caroline’s body arched in response, her entire being surrendering to the intense sensation. The dim red lighting seemed to bring out the deepest, most primal desires within her. Zachary’s release was fierce and unbridled, his sweat-drenched body trembling with each thrust.
Caroline lay beneath him, her body rising and falling with each breath, her cries and moans filling the air. It was as if she had been drained of all tension, her spirit dissolving into a state of pure relaxation. As they moved in perfect sync, their bodies seemed to be driven by a shared madness, a desire to surrender to the moment and let go of all inhibitions.
This time, Caroline’s reactions were different. Gone was the fear and reluctance of the past; in its place was a sense of surrender, a willingness to let go and indulge in the pleasure.
“More!” she begged, her voice husky with desire.
“Deeper! Harder!”
“Yes, Dad! I want you to take me every day! I want to feel your cock inside me, making me feel alive!”
Zachary was more than happy to oblige, his words dripping with satisfaction. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You fucking love getting fucked, don’t you?”