Beast World

Chapter 10 – Scars of the past

“Can anyone change the choice of a female?” Trying to tactfully change the topic and avoid his question not understanding how he could know about her scaring since it was still covered. A year earlier had been the most difficult and traumatic experience of her life. Thinking about that time in her life, she could feel rage surge through her body. It used to be fear, but after the endless crying and helplessness, anger was now all she could manage. Her father had been an alcoholic, he would hurt both Charlotte and her mother routinely. One night he took it too far with Charlotte. Though already beaten Alice, her mother attacked Charlotte’s father. Charlotte could remember them fighting over the knife in her mother’s hands before she cut off the memory.

“No if a female picks, her decision can’t be overturned even by the leader of the tribe. Now I need to see it.” His tone the impatient as he gestured to her lower back.

Surprised at the forcefulness of his command, “Don’t worry about it. It’s a scar and it’s not going anywhere whether you look at it or not.” Charlotte’s undies were hip huggers. Their height allowed her to cover the multitude of scares across her lower back.

“I do insist, I must know the health condition of every female in the clan". Johnston appeared stern and unyielding like he was talking to a young child who had committed a grievous crime. It was clear he would not let this go.

“Turn around", Charlotte growled. Laying down on the examination bed Charlotte pulled her dress up. Undies partially down and used a fur on the bed to cover her undies leaving only her lower back exposed. “Ok hurry up, an don’t touch. Don’t think I won’t bite you as well,” she threatened.

Johnston turned clearly understanding this was something little Charlotte struggled with while walking to the bed. His green eyed filled with concern and disgust. White lines of scaring littered Charlotte’s lower back. Some scars were raised, others were not. She had been hit so many times that each scar bled into the next, revealing that she had been hit dozens, no hundreds of times. Johnston couldn’t help but think what kind of reaction Derik would have when he found out. He seemed to loose all sense of control when it can to this female. Though maybe he would never find out. Looking at the scars it was clear that this abusive period of her life was over due to no fresh scaring. Audibly swallowing while clearing his throat, “does it still hurt?”

“Rarely”, Charlotte laughed awkwardly trying not to let emotion seep into her voice.

“Can I ask how this happened?", Not wanting to rip open any emotional wounds Johnston still needed to know.

“Leather". Charlotte almost choked and it was clear there would be no more discussion surrounding this topic.

Turning around so Charlotte could right herself and her coverings, “we are all done here. When you get a partner you trust bring him with you one day. We will then be able to treat the area. I’ll have a bath prepared for you then you may take your time to get ready for the choosing. Thinking to himself whipped with leather, what kind of world was this Earth. He could not remember anything about the other which had turned up being beaten of scared. I was just said that they were all great beauties. Then again a man from this world has never appeared either.

A few males entered one after the other with tubs of hot water. They headed into the second room after looking at Charlotte with lust filled hopeful eyes. Turning her head not looking any of them in the eyes, she ignored them. Ebson the male she had kicked and bitten earlier came into her sights. Backing away from him, he stopped a few meters away from her. In an instant he fell to his knees and bowed his head heavily and with a soft tone. “I’m sorry little female, I didn’t mean to scare you earlier, please forgive me?”

Unsure how to respond Charlotte looked to Johnston for help as Ebson was unmoving, kneeling with his head bowed. Johnston walked to her side explaining, “If you forgive him you are to place your hand on his head, if not walk away.”