Juba! That horrid beast. It had been many months since I last saw him. Since he had tried to rape me in the woods and when I fought and scratch him he tried them to drown me. I had not forgotten his hissed threat.. that one day he would be free and I would be sorry.
And I am.
I was in the market, the great mosaic tiled square when he grabbed me from a darkened alley. Landra always said I shouldn't walk so close to them. He said something them, after our initial insults but he finished it with a kiss .. crushed me to his chest so hard it hurt my arms, I think he nearly bruised me. My lips felt swollen after.. I felt dizzy, disgusted and needy and .. wanting. I would have gladly laid on the dirt for him. But .. as Juba always does.. he broke the spell, he shoved me away, he shrank back and left me to deal with a free woman in white.
She was ethereally lovely the way she neared me. The curious glint in her eyes and the soft look of her intrigued me And too it frightened me. I know the masks a Mistress wears.. her softness only hides a spike tailed whip. But this woman did not chastise me for my display.. she seemed to want to speak to me. My mind must have still been fuzzy from the kiss. I am not often kissed. But I heard her ask about the drawn upon man. She asked if he owned me.. imagine that! And I laughed.. no man would ever want to really own me. Juba though, thinking she meant him.. seemed angered by the very idea and.. oh what he did! I cannot even lay ink to parchment and record the act here. It was too horrible, too sickening. My dear Juba has lost his mind for the love of a free woman. such a waste.
When he was gone.. the woman's robes were marred with blood. There is no one to blame but myself.. I offered to wash them for her... But we never made it that far.
And I am.
I was in the market, the great mosaic tiled square when he grabbed me from a darkened alley. Landra always said I shouldn't walk so close to them. He said something them, after our initial insults but he finished it with a kiss .. crushed me to his chest so hard it hurt my arms, I think he nearly bruised me. My lips felt swollen after.. I felt dizzy, disgusted and needy and .. wanting. I would have gladly laid on the dirt for him. But .. as Juba always does.. he broke the spell, he shoved me away, he shrank back and left me to deal with a free woman in white.
She was ethereally lovely the way she neared me. The curious glint in her eyes and the soft look of her intrigued me And too it frightened me. I know the masks a Mistress wears.. her softness only hides a spike tailed whip. But this woman did not chastise me for my display.. she seemed to want to speak to me. My mind must have still been fuzzy from the kiss. I am not often kissed. But I heard her ask about the drawn upon man. She asked if he owned me.. imagine that! And I laughed.. no man would ever want to really own me. Juba though, thinking she meant him.. seemed angered by the very idea and.. oh what he did! I cannot even lay ink to parchment and record the act here. It was too horrible, too sickening. My dear Juba has lost his mind for the love of a free woman. such a waste.
When he was gone.. the woman's robes were marred with blood. There is no one to blame but myself.. I offered to wash them for her... But we never made it that far.
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