ELORA
As Kain’s people pulled us away on the second carriage, I watched Bennett and Brian screaming and being held back by the guards. Olivia struggled too, kicking, scratching, and yelling. I watched her and I wept even more. We’d thought we’d found peace and rest. We thought we’d be safer. For the past few hours, we thought we had found it. My heart sank into that gloom again.
“Take care of them,” I yelled to Lucy and realized that she was crying. She was pulling Bennett and Brian to herself.
“Be careful, Elora! Be careful!” She yelled back as she held unto Bennett and Brian.
“I’ll come for you!” Bennett yelled amidst years in his eyes. The sight of them broke my heart afresh.
Olivia shouted until her voice went hoarse. I pulled her to myself and held her close. And she sobbed even more as she buried her head in my bosom. She shook uncontrollably. Her breath broke as she shuddered.
“What…did… we… do to deserve this, Ellie?” She heaved. “What!?”
“Nothing, Liv. Absolutely nothing.” I hugged her tighter and let her cry it out. Then I added, “We’ll make them pay. All of them.”
I didn’t know where the words had come from but I deeply believed them. I knew I would find a way to make them pay. Every single person who had hurt me and my family. I would make them feel it all too. The rage, the pain, the hurt, the shame. They would take it too.
As we left the palace, I could see that Skye, the King’s sister was still standing around there. She’d been watching as I’d been loaded unto the carriage. She’d whispered some words to me but I hadn’t quite heard them.
A few minutes after we’d left the palace gates, we entered Kain’s brothel.
It had a vast array of rooms in a large area of land on the outskirts of Hanaeram. The rooms were arranged in a semicircle around a two-story building.
As we stopped in front of the building, Kain’s lackeys pulled us out of the carriage and pulled us by the hair, as we struggled along the wet ground to the door of the tall building at the center of the semicircle.
It had begun to rain heavily as the night came but the lackeys didn’t care as they dragged us through muddy floors to the front of the door and knocked with the rain pouring heavily and the skies flashing lightning.
The scene reminded me of the night at the auction house and fear crept into my heart again. I was sick of it all. Being tossed around and sold like I was a chicken.
We were soaking wet and dripping with rain but were considerably cleaner by the time the door opened and the lights inside the room blinded my eyes for a second. It was a mixture of blue and then some red.
A Lycan woman stood at the door in a corset that covered only her breasts and ran down to cover her more intimate area but her legs and arms were bare. It was in an unflattering shade of brown and white but I wasn’t sure she’d welcome my fashion advice.
“Hello? New girls for us?” She asked, holding the door with one hand and rubbing her thigh with the other hand.
“Oh, Yes! New females, Edith.” Kain said from behind as he walked past us and entered the room. “Take them to Moira. She’ll fix them right in.
She touched Olivia’s face and smiled. “We do need some young blood in here. We’re quickly running out of young’uns for nobles to play with. Bring ’em in.”
The guards finally pulled us out of the rain and into the building as the Lycan woman we had met at the door guided us into the room and helped us to navigate it.
The room was full of people. Lycans mostly. Some wolves too. The seats were arranged in cubicles and seats of fours. At the center of each four seats was a table.
At first, I couldn’t see further than a few inches from me as I entered the room but as we walked on, I could see the room better. It was a whore house, a strip pub, and a bar, all in one.
As we walked on, some ladies touched us, trying to grab us to themselves. Some touched the Lycans that had brought us in and even called their names.
The room was wide. A large stage stood at the far end and some females were dancing naked on a pole, pulling themselves up and down it. The males surrounded the stage, throwing Inca notes around the stage and trying to grab the breasts and asses of the females who retreated as soon as they took some Inca notes.
I looked around and found the bar on the other end of the room. I could see drinks that glowed in the bottles, I knew what that meant. Narcotic leaves mixed with alcohol would glow. The smokers from the bar were the source of the smoke that had filled the entire room. Some people were kissing on some ends of the room. I found a Lycan man with his finger inside one of the workers, her legs spread over the table.
At the corner just near the bar was a large glass box. I could see through the glass, women tied with their hands above their heads, balls in their mouths, and their feet slightly touching the ground. Six to eight women in all. By the door to the glass stood some of the guards, and each male would pay for entrance to the box. Inside the box were whips, balls, and toys of all kinds. Some of the women wept but couldn’t cry out because of the balls in their mouths. And even when they did, they couldn’t be heard beyond the glass. They had bruises and semen all over them.
On another table, one of the workers was sitting on the male’s lap and he was slowly thrusting up into her. He kept thrusting up into her and she rubbed her clit with one of her hands while steadying herself with the other. As we passed, I watched her squirt and grab the male’s legs tighter. She tilted her head backward and shivered from what I had now learned was an orgasm. Her counterpart, reeling from the ecstatic feeling of watching her come, grabbed her and came too.
I turned to Olivia and found that she had been watching some other people on the other end as they slapped the ass cheeks of the woman that danced for them. Her cheeks were red and I was sure she wouldn’t sit properly for a week, but she continued. Her body, writhing on the table as slowly as she could. Between the seductive dance calling the Lycan males to put some more money on her, and her beautiful body- I knew she would be making major money. But was it worth the pain and humiliation? I felt bad as I turned around. I realized that many of these workers must have been former slaves. I reached out and pulled Olivia, turning her face away from the sight.
The woman, Edith, led us out the back of the room, through a door. Here we met a couple of Lycan women being forced and raped by two Lycan men who kept beating them.
Olivia whimpered. I could see the shock and fear registered on her face.
“Take it slow, Liv,” I whispered.
As we climbed the stairs, I realized there were other rooms upstairs. The doors to some of these rooms were half open.
I understood immediately. These were exclusive rooms for highly placed guests.
And just as I peered into the rooms, I saw well-dressed males and females. I saw some nobles from the meeting in the day. I glimpsed a round table and saw some of them playing a game of cards. There were naked men and women all over the room.
I noticed more rooms like this existed as we walked down the lobby to the next flight of steps. One of the doors was open and we could see into the room. The sight horrified me.
Some of the girls in this room were about Olivia’s age- fifteen, or younger. The nobles in this room were mostly male and they had the females in awkward sex positions. Many of the girls were weeping and screaming but the men- much older, ignored their pleas as they bent some of them over the table and had their way.
I sighted one of the nobles that I had seen earlier at the palace. I wasn’t sure how he had come here so fast. He was bare-chested and his trousers were unzipped at the fly. He was pulling one of the young females by the hair as she struggled and cried. He pulled her and walked past us in the opposite direction, into one of the rooms.
“You men gonna have to stop here,” Edith said to Kain’s lackeys who had been following us.
And she waited till they turned back and left before she turned to climb the last set of steps. As we entered this lobby, women were everywhere. Naked, half-naked, dressed and still dressing. There were rooms here too. These rooms looked like dressing rooms, preparation rooms, and places where they could be treated for the wounds inflicted on them downstairs.
Edith took Olivia and me into one of the rooms at the end of the hall. As we entered, we found that it was locked and we knocked on it.
The door opened. And an older Lycan woman stood at the door. Her hair was dreaded and white. She smiled lightly and puffed on the cigarette she had on her lips. She was dressed in a white transparent cotton material. Her nipples stood out on her perky breasts and below her waist, her groin had some little public hair.
“New girls? The ones Kain talked about?” She asked, still puffing her cigarette into circles.
“Yes, Madame. He said to bring them to you.” the other woman, Edith, replied.
She moved to the side still holding the door, gesturing for us to come in.
“Bring them in.”
Edith led us in and showed us to sit on the couch. Then she walked out, leaving Olivia and me with the Lycan woman.
The room had paintings, of her most, all over. She walked to the mirror and the chair just before the dresser and sat down. Just opposite us. Splaying her legs on both sides of the chair and leaned her hands against the back of the chair. From where we sat, we could see her vulva. She didn’t care.
She watched us for a moment, saying nothing as she smoked. The smell of the cigarettes that I had perceived since we walked into the brothel was having an odd effect on me. My throat was itchy.
I coughed lightly and at that moment, Olivia began to sob again. She wasn’t making a sound, but the tears just wouldn’t stop flowing.
Then the Lycan woman put out the cigarettes in the tiny tray on the dresser. And she spoke to us.
“What are your names?” She asked.
“Elora,” I replied. Seeing that Liv had been crying still, I answered for her too. “My sister is Olivia.”
The woman watched us intently. Her eyes held pity. I could see she didn’t like that we were weeping.
“My name’s Moira. Madame Moira,” she said continuing in a lower voice, “Does your Father owe Kain money?” She asked.
“No. He was betrayed,” I whimpered as I spoke. The words pulsated by the heaving of my chest as I wept silently. “They lied against him. Said… said he was a traitor. And now we’ll be slaves for five years.”
At this point, I broke down in tears.