Chapter Warning
This chapter contains themes of sexual violence, coercion, and psychological trauma. The content may be disturbing to some readers. Please proceed with caution and prioritize your comfort while reading.
The air was thick with fear, the stench of sweat and blood mingling as the cries of the desperate filled the night. The weight of invisible force pressed down upon the soldiers, their voices strained, broken, pleading.
"Princesses, please… spare us. I'm too young—I've only just turned five hundred years old. I have yet to see the world!"
"Please, princesses, my wife… my wife is a soldier. You cannot let me see such disgraceful acts performed onto her in front of me. I beg you!"
"My wife is pregnant! We just found out. Princesses, you know how difficult it is for elves to bear children. Please… please don't let this happen."
The voices overlapped, forming a desperate organised cry of sorrow and fear, drowning out even the cries of the loyalists who still clung to their duty to protect the nobles. Lexa stood frozen, her breath shallow, her mind spinning. Never in her long life had she felt such overwhelming betrayal.
Her people, those she had sworn to protect, those who had stood by her since childhood, were offering her up like cattle to be defiled. Not with swords, not with execution, but with something far worse. Shame burned her skin as realization sank in. They would subject her to something no soldier, no ruler, no warrior should ever face.
A small, broken sob escaped her lips. Her body trembled as her mind raced. Death was acceptable. Torture, pain—even that could be endured. But not this. Not such a vile, despicable act.
Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision, but she refused to let them fall. A choked noise came from beside her. Lexi, her beloved sister, stood motionless, her face pale, her lips pressed tightly together, her own horror painted clearly across her delicate features. And then—
"I'll do it."
The words sliced through the chaos like a knife. Silence followed, absolute and suffocating.
Lexa's breath caught in her throat. She turned slowly, her mind rejecting what she had just heard. Lexi's voice was quiet, but steady, her hands clenched into trembling fists at her sides. Lexa knew the depth of her sister's resolve. Knew that once she had made a decision, she would not turn back.
A chill ran down her spine.
Lexa opened her mouth, but no words came. Her throat burned with the effort, but nothing emerged. No protest. No scream. Nothing. Shame gripped her tighter than the unseen force pinning her to the ground ever could.
Vexion, the one orchestrating this nightmare, floated above them, her dark lips curled into a pleased smile. The silhouetted elf nodded approvingly, her voice smooth, indifferent.
"Hmmm. Since I was always only going to offer you, that is fine. But fight back, and I will massacre these soldiers."
The remaining loyalists turned pale, their resolve crumbling like sand under the weight of those words. The ones who had abandoned the princesses—the ones who had betrayed them—looked away, shame flickering in their expressions. But there was no regret. None at all.
Lexa watched as the dark elves' mercenaries moved forward, their boots crunching against the dirt, their eyes gleaming in the dim torchlight. There were thirty of them, maybe more, and amongst them, fifteen or twenty men. Their gazes flickered between the two princesses, weighing, considering, though not like they had much of a choice.
Lexi was beautiful. But Lexa—
The moment Lexi was yanked forward by an unseen force, a cry tore from Lexa's throat. But it was silent, swallowed by the weight that kept her motionless. She could not move. Could not fight. Could not even scream.
Lexi hit the ground hard, her breath leaving her in a soft gasp.
Just as they tore of her clothes leaving her naked. A disjointed gruntle of words rang out. The words sounded as if pieced together but struggled to form a coherent a sentence.
It came from none other then Sheva. She struggled to get words through. Vexion who was watching this smiled , releasing enough pressure for her to lean into her pocket. She through into her mouth a pill that brought her battered form into a slightly better more recognizable one.
She had volunteered.
But it didn't mean she wasn't angered beyond control. Her own inability to avoid this situation , and the fact that soldiers , proud soldiers who were supposed to give their own life to the Royal family, offered their princess even letting her be undressed and left in such shameful position.
Vexion who watched all this didn't mind. Simply because she loved seeing all the pathetic displays of affection anger and despair.
It was bliss
Her master let her enjoy the thrill of power and torture in a way she would have never been able to bring about by her own power. She loved Lexa pathetic face that was fille with tears, mucus and despair so heavy she was struggling to breath.
And so , Vexion allowed Lexi and Sheva to swap places.
Lexa, didn't know what to do with herself. Lexi too wanted to offer resistance, she knew Sheva was a proud and loyal follower of her country. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to offer herself again.
Sheva was prideful , yet even she shivered, trembled and her heart almost desired to call back her words. But she didn't. She couldn't.
And so she was thrown to a group of men, her skill suppressed by the force that deprived her of even an announce of strength.
Sheva felt hands move about her body, moving about over her robes as they searched for her most intimate parts yet, all five men, had disgusting vile and lewd smiles on their faces.
Lexa, and Lexi watched as 5 men surrounded her. Sheva whimpered as the dark elven men closed in, forming a tight ring around her. Their smiles were sickening, their eyes glimmering with hunger. The men did not hesitate. They tore at her robes, stripping away the last remnants of dignity.
Sheva's breath hitched. She tried to shield herself, her arms trembling, but it was futile. Rough hands wrenched her arms apart, forcing her into submission. Her lips parted, a soft whimper escaping, but she bit down hard on her lip to keep from making a sound.
The male dark elf spread her legs as he forced her to lay on the ground on her back. Lexa and Lexi watched with horror as she tried to break free from the skill forcing her still unable to move .
They watched as after Sheva's robes were torn off, her underwear followed suit and was also torn off. Leaving her completely nude.
The eyes of two dark elven men stood on each side as they forced her to hold their manhood in each of her hands, they reminded her, fighting back would mean the death of her people, so she obliged, for her soldiers though underserving, but more so for the princesses.
Holding her hands and leading it them to stroke them as all men seeming to not even mind being watched. Sheva wanted to oppose but a slap from one of the men forced her to comply. The one who had moved in between her legs inserted himself inside her and started to move, Lexi who was in pain tried to scream yet one other had forced himself into her mouth forcing her in to unpleasant gags, stopping any screams of pain that would have come after she was so brutally taken. Soon, groans of pleasure from the men as they soon each took a turn on her.
When she tried to oppose, a slap or a punch would force her silent, soon they rotated and they all took turns , one in her mouth , one in her sacred flower between her legs , yet to them into was simply a tool for their sexual pleasure and enjoyment, whether it be her mouth or her lower area , or even her anal hole.
They simply did with her as they pleased. Lexa was trying her hardest to yell, to scream, yet , nothing came out Lexi only thought, was 'why'. Why was she forced to witness this again, why was it her own servant, the most loyal servant .
She was in tears and devastated.
The five men would rotate, fight amongst each other as to who could take which hole. There no shame, just pure lust and acceptance at the opportunity to take apart such a powerful figure. They knew her she was a great figure in the empire yet today, she was nothing but their toy.
That was the scene Lexa and Lexi saw, not one not two , but 5 of her own kind violated her beloved Sheva, who's honour and pride was what drove her to be the kind person she was but now she was defiled by men of her own country who did so with pleasure written expressions.
Soon Sheva was filled with disgusting see through and white liquid that trailed all over her body. Her eyes had long lost their shine. Only tears of pain would leave her eyes yet her body was simply being humped, again and again.
Lexa's nails dug into her palms. Her teeth clenched so hard she thought they might shatter. Move. MOVE. DO SOMETHING.
But she could not.
Sheva sat motionless, her shoulders shaking, her breath shallow her mouth was filled with semen, some she wasn't allowed to throw up, and was forced to swallow. She was lifeless, but the pain and realization of what was happening to her, made her eyes pour out never ending streams of tears. She looked up at the man who yelled at her to spread open her legs, who yelled insults at her, calling her degenerated words she never thought she would hear. She obliged but still the man was as rough. She could do nothing she couldn't run.
And she did not run.
A hand touched her shoulder.
She flinched.
Lexa and Lexi , but more so Lexa, the only one who had been silent beginning to end was given premium view of what her kind, those she sought to fight for with conviction were doing to their own Royal Guard, someone she loved as an Aunt, looked up to as a hero.
Lexa thrashed against her invisible bonds; her silent screams caught in her throat. She could not save her.
Lexa's vision swam. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.
The air grew thick with laughter, the kind that crawled under the skin and festered. Lexa's chest burned as she watched the flickering torches cast cruel shadows against the stone walls, elongating the figures of the men who towered over Sheva.
She wanted to shut her eyes. But she could not look away.
Hands grasped at Sheva wrists, forcing them downward. Her breath came in quick, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She did not scream. She did not beg.
Even as she was forced onto her back, she did not scream.
Lexa's entire body trembled. She could feel nothing but the searing weight of helplessness pressing into her bones. Her fingers twitched, desperate to reach for her sword, for magic, for anything that could make this stop.
But she was frozen. Useless. Powerless.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she watched Shevas tears streak her face, her brown eyes dulling, her expression shifting from fear to something worse. Resignation.
Lexa could only watch. Could only witness.
And something inside her snapped.
Something cold. Something dark.
She had always thought her people would die for her. And she for them. But Sheva always taught her, a soldiers honour was to serve their country. Hence she should take pride and never offer herself in their stead , but honour them through memory.
Yet
'Sheva , you're the only one who did that. The rest were willing to give me up for their own lives. Was their conviction a lie. It had to be.'
Lexa, witnessed reality. When the going gets tough. No one mattered but oneself. If there was space, family 2nd.
Yet her heart was not shattering , it was blackening.
She could blame them.
She could hate them.
It didn't change the fact she didn't do anything.
'People could betray so easily? They could lie so easily? They could abandon so easily?'
The only one who suffered, was not the betrayer, not the liar. But the loyal, upright and honest. She who embodied pride and honour, she was treated as nothing.
She could hate everyone here but at the end of the day
'I did nothing'
These thoughts echoed across her mind and heart.
Tears flowed endlessly 'Is this what happened when your weak? No, even if I was strong, such people couldn't be allowed to live, some people's lives if this is what they did with it, it was better if those people never existed, and if they lives were taken'
Weakness hurt her
She would never be powerless again.
She would never allow herself to feel this helplessness again. She would never trust. Never love. Never hesitate.
Because hesitation had cost her everything.
Her tears stopped. Her trembling ceased. Her breathing steadied. The warmth in her chest, the love she had once felt for her people, for her kingdom, for everything she had ever known—it turned to ash.
And as the night stretched on, with Sheva's silent cries echoing in the back of her mind, Lexa died.
Or at least, the person she once was did.