I wished for freedom. It was inevitable. My only escape was right in front of me, however, I was in tonight's company. A whole army of men. Men who were married, yet their desires pushed further than their loyalty. It made me sick.
"Just a little taste." A gruff voice whispered in my ear. His breath smelled like sake. It was disgusting. I held back my need to vomit. Instead, I put a coy smile upon my painted lips, "No no, not just yet."
"Come on, little one..." He continued. He was persistent. I felt like slapping his dirty hand off my leg. I would get scolded later, but I cannot stand this.
"MOVE MOVE, HORSES INCOMING!"
Various frantic yells and screaming almost seemed to happen instantly. What was going on? I barely had the chance to move away when three horses rushed past me. I could only stare in surprise as they trampled my "guest" for tonight and out the other end of the brothel. They broke free on the other side and rode off into the night.
What in the world was that? It didn't matter. Whatever it was granted my freedom.
Author's note:
A small drabble in the eyes of another perspective from the movie, The Forbidden Kingdom. Speaking of, I do not own the movie title nor am I gaining profit from writing this short drabble. I thought it could've been better.
