Not far off, a bird sung. Kylise concentrated on the sound, listening to the delicate turns and lilts of each note. It wasn't until the final exaggerated grunt of the man on top of her finishing that she snapped back to her cruel reality.
Not far off, a bird sung. Kylise concentrated on the sound, listening to the delicate turns and lilts of each note. It wasn't until the final exaggerated grunt of the man on top of her finishing that she snapped back to her cruel reality. They were on the floor of a hastily thrown together tent, the thin fabric of the blankets making up the tent not barring the flicker from the nearby campfire.
The man rolled off of her and gave her a smile dull of rotten teeth and decaying gums. “How was it for you?” he asked in a mock sweet voice, oblivious to the her churning stomach.
“Excellent,” she said distantly. Kylise continued to lay on her back, her blanket still pushed down to her waist. “The best so far,” she lied, with a smile plastered on her face. Her eyes followed the dancing shadows that played on the tents walls.
Clatters, cheers, and chatter were loud just outside of her metaphorical prison. Rotten Teeth stood, flashing his bare ass to her as he slipped on his trousers. She squeezed her eyes shut in a pitiful attempt to wash the sight from her mind. She heard the familiar sound of skin against clothes and felt the slight pressure of coins dropping on her legs as the man walked out.
Slowly, she stood and forced herself to inhale as she pulled her dress over her head. Exhaling brought her breasts nearly bulging out of the overly tight bodice. Kylise ran her hands over the rough fabric of the dress to force wrinkles out. This attempt only seemed to make the wrinkles and stains stand out more.
Kylise grabbed the coins from her blankets. The gentle clink of coin against coin echoed in her mind and she couldn't help but wonder if her master would notice one or two missing. She could claim that the man didn't pay fully, but her face scrunched up in worry and terror when she thought about how another had done that and was blamed for not making him pay fully. They had found that woman's beaten down corpse just outside of the master's trailer. He had not even bothered to call someone to drag the dead woman away.
She finally slipped the coins into her coin purse. It was nearly full now with the night nearly over. Rotten Teeth had only been one of three or four that night. She couldn't remember. Every man seemed to blend together in a mesh of varying colors, but the stench of sweat and dirt seemed nearly unanimous. Kylise pushed the tent flaps open and slid into the open. The moon was high in the sky and the smell of the campfire and with it roasting foods did nothing to lighten her mood. The visit to the master every night terrified her.
She found her way through the tents and makeshift wagons to the nicely decorated caravan trailer. The new paint was a softened red color and, though new, chips of the paint had already been worn away. Kylise took the steps to the door slowly before knocking loudly on the door.
A resounding voice answered, “Come in, Kylise.”
Her eyes widened as she turned the handle and jerked the door inward.