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III. The First Night Of Her Life
Elizabeth saw him dismount and throw the reins into the hands of some soldier that came to take the horse away. Then, she mentally let out a sad laugh as she thought: 'If you're to sell yourself, Liz, than at least let him be handsome.' The girl knew what reputation the Colonel had and that he wouldn't be exactly the best choice. She heard a few times through the wall in her and her sister's room, that he was as brutal in bed as he was on the battlefield. But at the moment Elizabeth didn't care, now the most important thing for her was, that she at least wouldn't feel disgusted when touched by him.
Still, the biggest problem remained, what was she to do now? Elizabeth knew, that she would have to walk up to him, but what to say? And how to say it? She knew that if she wanted to achieve something, she would have to talk to him now, before he entered the mansion. She started walking in his direction.
"Colonel…" Elizabeth started when she caught up with him just before the stone steps leading to the entrance doors. He stopped and slowly turned to her. Elizabeth had never seen him from this close before. He was a lot more handsome than she thought earlier. He was much taller than she was, his face features were sharp and proud, creating an aristocratic air about him. But the thing that concentrated Elizabeth's attention, were his eyes. Grey as glass, ice cold. There was not a single emotion in them, as if they belonged to a dead statue. Although Elizabeth couldn't deny how attractive he was, she clearly sensed that there was something unusual about him, something demonic. Then she thought, that 'devilishly' handsome would be the perfect way to describe him.
"What?" Elizabeth awoke from her thoughts when she heard his voice, immediately remembering what was waiting ahead of her. Again, the problem of what to say appeared. She tried to quickly think of something that would be the best to say in this situation. "What do you want?" Tavington asked again, annoyed by the girl's staring.
"Um… I…" Elizabeth fumbled with her words, trying to say something. "I was wondering… if… if you might want… company for tonight." She felt a bit relieved, when she finally said it. She saw a smirk paint itself on the Colonel's lips. She thought that it somehow looked like the smile of a cat. It had something strange, mysterious in it. Mysterious and definitely not positive.
"A whore, I should've known." He said with amusement. Elizabeth couldn't stop herself from turning her face away in shame. Tavington noticed this. He also saw that when she turned her face away, the setting sun made her features more visible than a second ago. She was very young, judging by her appearance. He placed his leather clad fingers under her chin and turned her face back to him. "Tell me, how old are you?" Elizabeth pulled her face away from his hand.
"Sixteen… almost. What difference does it make?" Elizabeth said bitterly. 'So, she wasn't even sixteen.' Tavington thought. That fact wasn't shocking for him as for most it would be. He had seen even younger, thirteen year old prostitutes in his life, but never was desperate enough to have anything to do with them. Still, this girl wasn't thirteen, she was almost sixteen and from the physical point of view, she definitely wasn't a child anymore. He had to admit, she was pretty and he wouldn't mind having her in his bed. He scanned her body, wondering was there anything as pretty as her face under the simple, brown dress she wore.
The way he looked at her, made Elizabeth feel like she was standing in the middle of the fort naked. He then took a step closer to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. He started sliding it down her body until he reached her backside and lightly squeezed it. This made Elizabeth jump, as she was completely unprepared for it, even though what she planned for tonight. When she moved her gaze back to the Colonel, the look on his face clearly told her, that he had foreseen her reaction.
"You aren't exactly a professional, are you?" He said smirking. Elizabeth didn't know what to say, but she knew, that if she wanted to see this through, she had to prepare herself, that he will touch her a lot more than that. The fact that she never had much to do with men, made the situation a lot worse. Her silence only made Tavington's smirk widen. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes." Elizabeth replied shortly, turning her face away from him. The way he asked the question a moment ago, made her feel like he was toying with her. 'Of course he is, stupid. You're nothing more than amusing for him. You're pitiful in what you're doing now.' Elizabeth scowled herself. She then felt his thumb sliding over her lips before he moved his hand to the back of her neck. He pulled her closer to himself and moved his face to hers. Elizabeth automatically closed her eyes and threw her head back, as she expected him to kiss her. But the kiss never came. When she opened her eyes, she saw a cruel smirk on the Colonel's lips.
"Have you ever even kissed before, girl?" He had to admit, that watching her reactions was quite amusing. She'll definitely provide him entertainment tonight.
Elizabeth couldn't stand this anymore. She wanted to cry and collapse under the ground, away from all of this. She couldn't take being laughed of anymore. She jerked away from Tavington's hand and started walking away.
"Come to my quarters in half an hour." The Colonel's words stopped her in her tracks. Elizabeth wanted to run but that would give her nothing and she knew it. Instead of running, she turned around and nodded.
Exactly a half an hour later Elizabeth was standing before the door that led to the Colonel's bedroom. She didn't have a problem with finding it, as when she asked a servant about it, she got very clear directions. Actually, it seemed like that servant had been doing nothing else through all of her life than giving directions to this place.
As Elizabeth was standing before the door, she thought of what was waiting for her. She knew she had no choice and that there was no turning back for her. But somehow she couldn't gather the courage in herself to knock. Although she has been constantly thinking about this for a long time, she never was actually prepared for it.
She slid her palm over the smooth wood the door was made of and thought how thin the boarder between the present and the future was. Mere centimeters made of wood. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment and knocked.
"Come in." She heard Tavington's voice. In reality the time between the sound of her knuckles hitting the mahogany wood and the answer that came from behind it was short, counted in seconds. But for Elizabeth it seemed like she was trapped in eternity, the cold, dark place of eternity.
She opened the door and slowly walked into the elegant room. It has been a long time since she was in such a richly decorated place. Elizabeth remembered a time when her mother was still alive and their plantation was still standing. It might have not been as luxurious as this mansion but it had its elegance. For the last half a year she was forced to forget about her comfortable room with a big bed and settle for whatever she could get for herself and Christine. The scruffy room they now lived in was the best they got from the time they had lost their home. 'I was born on a wealthy plantation as the daughter of the owners, now I live in a rat-hole and at present I came for the first time in half a year to an elegant house only to become someone's whore.' Elizabeth thought. She wondered many times why life was so unfair to her. What did she do to deserve this? She didn't commit any crime worth such a punishment.
"Come here." Tavington told her. Elizabeth did as he said. She walked slowly through the bedroom, not paying much attention to her surroundings. But even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to do it too well, as the only source of light in the dark room was the fireplace in which flames jumped as if dancing a beautiful waltz.
But the practical lack of light wasn't the only reason Elizabeth barely paid attention to her surroundings. She just wasn't able to tear her eyes away from the Colonel. He was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, but instead of the red uniform jacket Elizabeth saw him in a half an hour ago, he now had on an open shirt and his hair was untied. He looked now even more handsome than before. If that was possible, that is.
Elizabeth was perfectly aware that he was twice as old as she was, plus a few years, but that didn't change the fact that she thought of him as the most beautiful man she ever saw. None of the men more 'proper' for her age could compare with him.
Elizabeth snapped out of the trance she fell into as she understood that once again she was staring too long at him.
"What do you want me to do, Sir?" She asked, trying to break the silence in the room.
"I thought it was obvious." A smirk painted itself on his face. "Undress." He said, the tone of his voice silky in a strangely dangerous way. It made a shiver run down Elizabeth's back.
She started unbuttoning her dress as she knew, that she had to obey him. She knew that she couldn't think about what she was doing if she wanted to go through with this.
There wasn't much to take off, under the old dress she barely had any underwear, so it didn't take long till she was standing completely naked before him.
"Turn around." Elizabeth did so. She felt humiliated, but more by fait than by the situation.
Tavington had to admit, the girl had a nice body, long legs, fine skin. But still, she was far from perfect. She was horribly thin, almost unhealthily skinny. Her ribs were more than just a bit visible and her hipbones looked like they were going to cut through her skin and come out.
He got up from the armchair and walked behind her. Elizabeth felt his hand moving up her neck. A moment later her hair fell around her face as he pulled out the single pin that was holding them up and let it drop to the floor. Then, he abruptly turned her around and kissed her in a rough manor, pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. She still smelled with the innocence all untouched women have. He would enjoy robbing her of that innocence.
Elizabeth knew that she couldn't do anything better than just give in and try to enjoy it. When he pulled away, she was left breathless.
It was her first kiss. Elizabeth a few times wondered how it would look like, but she never imagined it to be like this. That she would receive it not as a woman, but as a whore.
"Lay on the bed." He said, his voice emotionless but sensual at the same time. She did as he told her to and laid down on the old, carved, mahogany four-poster bed that stood by one of the walls. Tavington undressed himself and moved on the bed beside the girl. "Turn around." He told her. This surprised Elizabeth but she obeyed. She turned around and laid down on her stomach. "Not like that, my dear." She turned her head to him, a look of puzzlement on her face as she didn't know what he wanted from her. "Stand on your hands and knees." The Colonel said with a smirk. Once more she did as he said, knowing that she couldn't do anything else. Now she was standing on all fours like some animal.
"Will it hurt?" She asked. Elizabeth tried not to do that, but after hearing many times that the first time was painful, a sparkle of fear lit in her.
"It probably will." His voice was cold and emotionless. "And this way it'll probably hurt more than if you would be lying on your back."
"Then why can't I lie on my back?" Elizabeth asked, afraid even more.
"Because, I want to fuck you this way." His voice was hinted with annoyance. She tried to find a single emotion in his eyes, but there was none. "You're a whore, none of this is happening for your pleasure." After he said this, he brutally entered her, holding her hips in a bruising grip to stop her from moving. Elizabeth screamed, digging her fingers into the bed sheets as a wave of pain washed through her body. She felt like he had ripped her womanhood apart. Tears fell from her eyes.
Before she could adjust to him, he started pounding into her in a vicious rhythm. Elizabeth barely could stand in the uncomfortable position as he thrust into her time after time. She wanted to beg him to stop, to leave her, but she knew she couldn't. He was right, she was a whore and none of this was meant for her pleasure. All of his actions were meant only for his enjoyment, she could only try to take pleasure from them.
After what seemed an eternity for Elizabeth, the pain started subsiding and changing into something else, something she couldn't quite place. She tried to make herself think that she enjoyed it, but soon she saw that she didn't have to. The new feeling that awoke in her was more than pleasurable. She suddenly felt horribly hot and her breathing became heavier.
Elizabeth mindlessly bucked back against him to meet his brutal thrusts. Her mind went blank and she didn't know anymore what she was doing. She started moaning, first quietly and then louder and louder.
Tavington knew that she would act this way sooner or later. They all act the same way. Nomather what he does to women they always end up screaming in passion when taken by him. He could have any woman he wanted, he just had that way about him.
Not stopping thrusting into her, Tavington slid one of his hands up her neck and entwined his fingers into her hair. He then grabbed a handful of them and brutally yanked her up against him, making her yelp in pain as he did this.
Elizabeth grabbed his wrist, trying to free her hair as he brought her closer to him with his other hand and continued hammering into her. She never had experienced something like this before. She felt pleasure mixing in her body with pain in such a way that made her loose her senses. It was like every nerve in her was responding to him.
When her body wasn't able to take it anymore, she crossed the edge abruptly climaxing with a scream. It seemed like every muscle in her body contracted, especially the ones in her womanhood that now clamped around the Colonel's length, as if not wanting to let him out of her.
After this, Tavington thrust into her only a few times more and released himself inside her. When he finally let go of her hair, Elizabeth fell on the bed exhausted. She panted heavily and her heart raced as if it was going to jump out of her ribcage.
He took her a few times more that night, neither time less brutal than now. When Elizabeth finally fell asleep, she wasn't even able to think clearly. All she knew was that she was exhausted like never before in her life.
In the morning she awoke when she heard Tavington dressing himself. When she sat up she felt pain between her legs. It maybe wasn't excruciating, but it definitely was there. Everything that happened last night flashed before her eyes, reminding her of what she did.
"I see you're finally awake." The Colonel said blankly while tying his cravat. "And I see I haven't lost my touch." A cruel smirk appeared on his face as he saw her holding her lower stomach. He opened one of the drawers in a desk standing close to him and took something out of it. He walked up to the bed. "Here." He said without any emotion in his voice and threw a few coins unceremoniously to the girl. After that he turned around on his heel and returned to what he was doing previously.
"Thank you." Elizabeth said and picked up the coins from the bed, that were practically thrown in her face. First she felt ashamed but now she just felt like a used up rag.
"Are you still here?" The Colonel asked coldly after putting on his uniform jacket and turned in her direction. "Of course."
Elizabeth knew more than well what that meant. To make it worse, the way he said it was like another slap in her face. She quickly got out of bed, ignoring the pain between her legs and tried to get dressed as fast as possible. When she finished, she almost ran to the door. Her hand was already on the doorknob when the third slap came.
"What's your name, girl?" Again, his voice showing no emotion. He didn't even turn around to her. This time Elizabeth felt worse, than if he had truly slapped her.
"Elizabeth." She said quietly.
"Come here tonight again, Elizabeth. At 9 o'clock, let's say."
"Yes, Sir. Goodbye." She opened the door and left.
She ran back to her and her sister's room. When she finally reached it and went inside, she was happy that Christine wasn't there. Her sister wouldn't see her in this state.
Elizabeth locked the door and leaned back against it. She started crying, because of what happened, because of what she had done and because of how the Colonel had treated her. The first two blows were bad enough, when he had thrown the money in her face and when he had practically thrown her out. But the worst one was when he asked her about her name. He had taken her time after time last night and he didn't even care to know her name. She felt worse than a rag. She felt like trash, a piece of nameless trash.
Elizabeth laid down on the bed and fell asleep for the next few hours.
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