Tamed.....

Chapter three

(Warning: This chapter contains strong s*x scenes . Violence inclusive...)

The days went by in a blur with the repetition of the usual daily routine. Today is Saturday and being the weekend, the club was expected to be filled to brim with people from diverse locations. The locales drinking themselves to stupor, the forlorn at a corner trying to soak their sorrows of the past week in liquor, the tons upstairs engaged in bodily pleasure. And the game room bubbling with cheers and merry hoots of those who had heavy harvest during the week and has come to lavish it including those that were trying their luck for a miracle win. Yells could be heard at intervals signaling a win or lose . The latter is usually accompanied by a cuss and then roars of laughter follows

During this time, Katrina stood at her usual spot observing her customers .wishing the day finishes fast so she can rest. It’s been a long day already . Weekends like this are usually very stressful for her. .....Someone beckons on her and she went to answer. It was for an order which she attended to and went to answer her madam whom called her after the customer.

“Katrina, take the tequila and scotch to the game room . I think they might be in need of it”

“ Yes ma’am” As I was about to leave , she called me back. “ After That, you go upstairs to take orders from there too. You know the rules don’t just stand there waiting for me to remind you” I nodded and moved off fast so as not to be called back. She needed to return fast before someone uses the opportunity of her absence to scamp.

She reached the game room and dropped the tequila and scotch as well as asked the men if they needed anything else most of them ignored her, some made an extra order while others shook their heads. She waited a little bit so as to get more orders as she wouldn’t want to go twice. That’s what they do most times, they say they don’t need anything and then after you bring orders you see them making theirs. She stood there watching them for a while getting carried away by the game. She didn’t see a man enter from behind her until it was too late . It was Lord Dungal of Wellington. He always has a way of unnerving the little girl. He was literally her worst nightmare. He makes a habit to molest her at every slight opportunity. She turned immediately to leave earning a slap to the face from him. The others didn’t even show any interest in his behavior towards the girl. He grabbed her hand forcefully. She tried to wrench free .He increased his hold and dragged her towards the balcony, which was situated outside the game room through a door.

“ Someone help me” She cried out in pain. But no one paid any attention. They were all focused in the game as though she was a ghost. Her tormentor smiled.

“ If you like scream down the place. No one will help you. I told you .someday, I’ll have you all to myself . And finally after much wait, here we are. It wasn’t nice you know , to keep me waiting you little twat.”

“ I hate you !!!” She spat earning another slap to her face . She collapsed to the ground . But was dragged up forcefully by the man. He yanked at her already worn out dress. Tearing it the more. With the last of her strength she fought back. He gave her another slap and another and then a kick to her abdomen. She doubled over and gave up crying out in pain and misery. Wishing death would just take her and bring an end to her misery once and for all.

The man grabbed her again..all the while venting all manner of curses on her.

He finally shredded the dress and smiled at his hand work. The underwear she wore did nothing to conceal her nakedness. Therefore he could see everything. He palmed her cherry nuts and molded . He placed her on the baluster, and continued massaging into her gracious breasts . She was crying. But was helpless. She just wished for the moment to hurry up and come to an end. So she can go and mourn the loss of her virginity. The man brought out his manhood and started robbing at it. Probably to arouse himself. Suddenly, she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t know where the strength came from but she just knew she had to do something to save herself. She delved in and bit deep into his left shoulders. She held onto the flesh as the man continued shouting. She didn’t stop even as she tasted blood. Then realizing herself, she pulled out and gave him a keep in between his leg. The man fell to his kneels spewing all manner cusses at her.

“You w***e!. Damn you. I will kill you”

“ Not before I’ve killed you myself...” She said hitting him with a bottle that was lying on the ground probably left by a drunk . She continued hitting him on every part of his body as blood erupted from every direction, enraged to the core. This man has caused her enough grief.When he stopped screaming, she stopped and abruptly dropped the bottle in shock looking at the body

“What have I done? , What have I done? I’ve killed a man” She bent to check him for sign of life. But he didn’t look like he was breathing. Not that she could tell anyways. She looked around and saw no one. She had to run away. If they catch her . She will be meat. But first of all she had to go and change , go upstairs and then collect all the money they owed her. Before anyone comes here it’ll take time by then she’ll be gone.. She tried to calm her breathing. She looked at the man again ,her chest pounding. She left from the corridor. Thanking God there was a door from the backyard to go to her room.

When she reached her room, she quickly cleaned herself and changed up and looked around for anything she might need. Nothing. She moved. She reached the door to the club, and practiced her breathing. Then went in going straight to the step. She climbed up and went straight to Beverly’s room. Without knocking she pushed the door in to behold one the most repulsing thing ever. She was used to it but this.. this looked different. Beverly was tied to her wardrobe like a criminal and then a man was pounding into her from behind. She immediately averted her eyes mouthing apologies.

“f**k off. You stupid stupid little fool. Do you want to join me.?” Beverly screeched in her usual temper. “ You always feel like you own the place. You couldn’t even knock”.

By now she was already outside. She bit into her lower lip. Chastising herself. Madame told her to always go in with or without their permission for reasons she don’t know of. So she has gotten use to entering without knocking. s**t. She has to go .

Any minute and She’ll be discovered. She turned and made for it. She climbed down looking out for any strange stare or pointed fingers. None. She went to the people owing her to demand for her money using ma’am as excuse. Some yelled at her to f**k off. While others paid her wordlessly without no argument.

After collecting all the money, she had close to 100shillings . It wasn’t much but it’ll do for awhile. She felt sorry for stealing from her mistress “I have to do this ma’am ” She said to herself.

She has never stolen from her mistress before. This will be the first and for a good reason. She couldn’t go to prison now. She have to run until she’s far from this place.

She turned to leave and almost collided with Madame . Her heart picked up in ?panic. Does she know?

“Where are you going to and Why do you look that way ? Where have you been by the way? The customers over there needs some whiskey. Have you been frolicking with a gentleman?” She looked at her accusingly

“No ma’am ” She mouthed

“ Quick hurry up now. I can’t lose a customer because of your tardiness ” She said in her most astonishing English accent.

“Yes ma’am” she said moving to pick the drink and deliver it. After She did, She looked around for the presence of her mistress . Not seeing her, She snuck out of the club straight to the road. She kept moving , not knowing where she was going to but knowing it’s ahead. She heard a carriage coming and ran into a nearby bush. After sometime the carriage passed. She came out and continued walking ,making sure to stay close to the bush.