Spirit broken, her eyes lost the light that had been there. That defiant light that had been glowing was sudsenly snuffed out the moment he spoke of her becoming a fuck toy. She shook in that small ball she had curled into, tears welling in her eyes. His voice echoed in her ears as if he was bellowing through her soul. The creaking of the floor boards made her aware of his approach, but Keira dare not move. She stayed curled up, eyes closed as she fought the tears that threatened to escape. Her knuckles were an ashen white as she gripped to herself so hard. That was when she heard the smile in his voice, she didnt have to look to know he was enioying this. When his hand touched her own she was taken a back by the sudden gentleness. Her head turned up and she opened those glossy doe eyes to look at him. She could hold the tears any longer. When he spoke of her being sold like a mare. Raised to produce child after child. She was simply breeding stock. No wonder she had always disliked the idea of mistreating those animals and now she felt like one.<br/><br/>As the tears make a fountain down her cheek she nodded. "I WILL. I swear that I will listen... Captain." Her voice cracked and that look in her eyes was fearful, but only that. Within hours a once atrong and independent woman was reduced into a trembling, sobbing mess. She felt worthless. Her title as Princess was only more of a dollar sign to this evil man. If the man held tightly enough he would feel her shake, see the way he had demolished her. Then again, was this even new to him? She didnt care. Only that for now she did as she was told. Or she'd end up spread like a holiday dinner, up for everyone to taste.