Freedom had become a luxury beyond her reach. Besides the servants tending to her in the villa, the only person she could see was Philip Shaw.
He claimed to love her regardless of her disability and didn't mind that many men had touched her before—she realized that as long as she had the same face as Ellen Candi, he didn't care about anything that had happened to her.
She was an empty vessel, serving as a container for Philip Shaw's desire for Ellen Candi. His love was directed at Ellen, and those unspeakable desires he couldn't fulfill with her, those secret urges, were unleashed upon her broken body.
As for her own well-being, whether she was damaged or shattered, Philip Shaw did not care.
Once she understood this situation, she lost even the desire to beg; no one cares about the feelings of a utensil. She was a toy for the venting of desires, her resemblance to Ellen Candi rendered her choices as a substitute null and void.
