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VI. Not All Stories Have Happy Endings

„Come in." Elizabeth heard Tavington's voice from behind the door and entered the room. He was standing with his back to her, looking at some papers that lay on his desk.

"It's me, Sir." Elizabeth said quietly, waiting for him to tell her what to do.

"I know it's you. Only a whore comes to a man's bedroom at this hour." He took the papers from his desk and put them in one of the drawers. "Undress." He said blankly, still with his back to her. Elizabeth quickly undressed and unbound her hair from the simple ponytail she had. "Come here." When she walked up to him, he turned in her direction and leaned back against the desk. "Kneel down." He said coldly. After that Elizabeth knew what he wanted from her. She kneeled down before him and started undoing his breeches.

She took his length into her mouth and placed her hands on his hips for balance. Elizabeth started running her tongue over the bottom side of his shaft, moving her lips up and down his member that grew hard inside her mouth.

Tavington entwined his hand in her hair and thrust deeper inside her. At this moment Elizabeth lost any control that she had previously. He started thrusting into her mouth faster and faster until Elizabeth felt his grip on her hair tightening. A moment later he released himself inside her. When Elizabeth swallowed his seed, he let go of her hair and allowed her to move away from him.

"Get up." He said after a moment emotionlessly, Elizabeth stood up. The Colonel moved his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer. "Bend over the desk." His voice was cold and blank, as if nothing had happened. Elizabeth got used to this, after all, she meant nothing to him.

She bent over the desk, Tavington's hand still at the back of her neck. Then he thrust into her his still hard length and started hammering into her in a vicious rhythm. Elizabeth hissed when he did this, as though she'd been sleeping with him for almost two months now, her body still hadn't completely adjusted to his size that was anything but small. In the mornings she still felt pain between her legs - not as big as first, but it still was there. Besides, he never cared for any foreplay with her, so she was always dry when he entered her – another thing she had to get used too. It wasn't her choice, she had nothing to say about it, she was a whore.

After a moment Elizabeth started letting out moans and quiet screams that grew louder with every second. She could feel her orgasm building up in her as he pounded into her harder and faster. She thought that her body would explode into a million pieces when he moved inside her.

Elizabeth screamed one last time as she climaxed, her voice more belonging to an animal than a human being. She dug her nails into the desk as she felt wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her body. Elizabeth felt the Colonel thrusting into her a few more times and then his hot seed shooting deep inside her. She knew that she was acting like a harlot, but then she remembered that she was one after all.

All nights looked like this for Elizabeth. She waited for them to come nomather how they were as during the day, she was forced to face loneliness in her empty room.

As on one evening she was going to the Colonel, she heard voices coming from his bedroom. One was undoubtedly Tavington's, the other one belonged to a woman. Elizabeth knew that voice, it seemed to belong to Joanna. She walked closer to the door to the Colonel's bedroom that was ajar and looked inside. She was right, it was Joanna and she seemed to be… crying. From the place she was standing in now, Elizabeth could partly hear what they were saying.

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." Tavington said, a cruel smirk on his face. Joanna said something through her tears, but Elizabeth wasn't able to make out what it was. Then she saw Tavington slapping Joanna so hard that it sent her on the floor with a loud thud. "Get up and get out." His voice was cold and emotionless. Joanna again said something that Elizabeth wasn't able to hear and grabbed the Colonel by his ankle, but he only kicked her hand away. "Get out or I'll throw you out." He said almost causally, his voice dangerously calm.

Then Elizabeth saw him grabbing Joanna by her hair and brutally yanking her up. When she saw him dragging her towards the door, Elizabeth moved away from it so he wouldn't see her. A second after Elizabeth moved behind the door, Tavington threw Joanna on the corridor's floor and slammed the door shut.

Joanna would've looked dead if not for the fact that her body was trembling from her crying. Elizabeth and Joanna never got along, but now she pitied her too much to just walk away.

Elizabeth kneeled beside Joanna's crying form.

"Are you alright?" Elizabeth knew it was a stupid question, but she couldn't think of anything else to say. She always saw Joanna as a very strong person, she somehow wasn't able to imagine her crying and now she didn't know what to think after what she witnessed. Elizabeth managed to turn Joanna around, so she wouldn't lie with her face on the floor. Her eyes were red from the tears and her lip was bleeding – surely after the Colonel had hit her. "Calm down, everything will be alright." Elizabeth said, trying to comfort her.

"What can you know?" Joanna cried out.

"Shhh, or they'll throw us out of here. Calm down, everything will be alright." This made Joanna laugh through her tears.

"If you say that, then you know shit."

"Then tell me what I don't know. But not here." Elizabeth said and helped Joanna to get up.

She somehow managed to get her to the house they lived in. Elizabeth brought the woman to the room she once shared with Christine, instead of Joanna's. She thought that Joanna needed rest and with her room mate it would be the last thing she would get. Since Christine left, Elizabeth lived alone.

"What happened?" Elizabeth asked after lying Joanna on the bed. To Elizabeth's surprise Joanna answered.

"I'm pregnant." She said quietly. Elizabeth didn't know what to say. She knew that Joanna must've thought it to be Tavington's. But how could she be sure? Joanna turned her head and looked at Elizabeth. "It's his child, I'm sure of it. He's the only man I had sex with since my last monthly." She answered as if she read in Elizabeth's thoughts.

"But when? At night…" Elizabeth started but Joanna cut her off.

"Dear Elizabeth, you should know that night isn't the only time to have sex." Joanna tried to laugh, but it was easy to see the sadness beneath her every word. She lied back down on the bed. "I'm not in such a hopeless situation like you, Elizabeth. I have enough money saved around to not have to go to bed with someone every night." Joanna's voice more reminded quiet cries than words. "It was over a month ago. I was about a week after my monthly and since it I didn't sleep with anyone…

Joanna stepped out on the riverbank from the water after taking a bath, not noticing the person that was watching her.

"I see nothing has changed, Joanna." Joanna turned her head in the direction, from which came a voice more than familiar to her. It was Tavington, she would recognize his voice anywhere. Joanna grinned seductively when she saw, that the Colonel's gaze was set on her naked body and his trademark smirk was painted on his lips.

"No, it hasn't." She said with a smile, standing up straight before him, no intention of covering herself up. "Is there something that you miss, since you came here?"

"My dear Joanna, you should have learned by now that I never miss." He said as she walked up closer to him. "But it never hurts to refresh memories, does it?"

"No, it doesn't." Joanna said while wrapping one wet hand around his neck and sliding the other down his abdomen. "How about we refresh our memories, Colonel?" She asked as she pressed her palm against his crotch. Tavington only flashed that smirk of his at her.

Suddenly he pushed her against a tree he was standing beside and kissed her roughly, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Joanna moaned with pleasure as he started kissing her collarbone. When he did that, she managed to slip her hand downwards his body and started massaging his length through the rough fabric of his breeches.

Joanna wanted this man during every second of her life. She loved him since she met him. She loved him as much as she had lusted for him and him she wanted more than anything in her life. He was always cold to her, but she didn't expect him to be different. But still, somewhere deep in her heart, she dreamed that he would see more in her than just a whore. She wasn't stupid and neither naïve, but dreams don't cost anything.

She groaned loudly when Tavington lifted her up and crushed her harder against the tree. He held her up with one hand as he opened his breeches with the other. A moment later he thrust himself into her moist entrance and she automatically wrapped her legs around his hips. Joanna didn't need a long foreplay with this man. Just being close to him made wild thoughts come to her head, causing her to moisten within moments.

When he entered her, Joanna thought she died and went straight to 7th Heaven. It has been a long, long time since she last had sex with him, causing her to yearn for him even more. He was like water on a desert for her, no, that would be wrongly put. He was like a drug to her, a dangerous drug, more addictive and hazardous than even opium.

Before another loud moan escaped Joanna's lips, Tavington covered her mouth with his hand to keep her quiet. If she continued to do this, she would bring the entire camp here with her screams.

Joanna kept moaning into his hand as he thrust into her time after time, bringing her closer to climax with every movement. Suddenly, he let go of her mouth and kissed her brutally, swallowing her moans. He pulled away for a second, biting her lip on the way and kissed her again. That little thing pushed Joanna into pure ecstasy. She screamed into his mouth as she peaked and squeezed her legs around him so hard, that she made it almost impossible for him to breathe. Tavington pulled away from her and slapped her in the face, causing her to loosen her legs. After that he kissed her roughly once more and thrust into her a few more times before releasing himself inside her.

A moment later, he pulled out of her and unceremoniously let her slide down the tree trunk. She panted on the ground as she looked at him. He was buttoning up his breeches, his 'scoundrelish' smirk on his face.

"It's nice to remember things, isn't it?" He said smirking and walked away, leaving her alone.

"How did you…" Elizabeth started but was once again cut off by Joanna.

"How did I become a whore or how did I meet him?" She asked.

"Both actually." Elizabeth replied.

"I'm an orphan." Joanna said. "No one adopted me, maybe because I was too rude to everyone. When I was too old to stay at the orphanage in Charlestown, they threw me out on the street and I didn't have much of a choice on what to do. It was become a whore or starve on the street. When the war started and Fort Carolina was built, I decided like many others to move in close of it." Joanna sighed sadly. "I was forced to grow up very early, Elizabeth. However, my dreams still lived in me. They lived in the deepest, darkest corners of my mind and heart. They weren't anything special, just the dreams of every orphaned girl." Joanna continued. Elizabeth listened to her words as she felt, that the woman wanted to spill what was in her. "When I was a child, I dreamed that one day I'll meet a Prince Charming and I'll fall in love with him and everything will have a beautiful end. When I met Tavington, I thought I found my Prince. He was so beautiful, like a half-god." Joanna laughed sadly as tears started falling from her eyes again. "Instead in a Prince Charming, I fell in love in a bastard with a beautiful face. I knew he didn't care about me, but somewhere deep inside, I hoped that maybe… I still love him. I love him with all my heart." Elizabeth started changing her mind about Joanna, she wasn't as venomous as she seemed, it was life that made her like this. Now as she lay on Elizabeth's bed, she wasn't the snake she thought her to be. She looked like a little, scared girl that life gave a solid kick. "When I found out that I'm pregnant, I hoped that maybe he would care. I went to him. I told him that I was carrying his child. He said that he doubted that it was his and even if it was… He said that he didn't give a damn." Joanna started shivering from her tears. "I told him that he was a bastard and he hit me. I landed on the floor. I tried to stop him. I told him that I love him and I'll do anything for him… His eyes were so cold, so emotionless, so… dead. He kicked me away, like a dirty rag and told me to get out. When I didn't get up he grabbed my hair and threw me out." She continued sobbing as she spoke. "He probably was right. I'm trash."

"You're not trash. Life forced you to live like this, it wasn't your fault." Elizabeth said and sat down beside the crying redhead.

"I am trash. I'm a whore. No man would want me. He was right, he was right in everything he said." Joanna curled up into a ball on the bed and continued weeping.

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When later Elizabeth went to the Colonel, she couldn't forget what Joanna had told her.

Tavington on that night was even more brutal than usual. In the morning Elizabeth left his quarters with more bruises than she got for the last week.

When she came back to her room in the morning, she found Joanna still sleeping. At least that's what she thought at first. As she came closer, she saw that the woman wasn't breathing. Elizabeth brought her hand to her neck. No pulse. She was dead. She was dead, but she looked like she was sleeping. She looked so natural, so alive.

Elizabeth noticed that she was holding something in her hand, a small vile. Then she saw that the pillow under Joanna's head was a bit wet. 'She must've been crying longer than I thought.' Elizabeth thought. Then she understood everything. Before leaving the room to inform someone to take the body away, she took the vile out of Joanna's hand. She didn't know if the woman believed in God, but she knew that if they found the vile, even a priest wouldn't come to say anything before burying her. Elizabeth knew they wouldn't care to check the cause of death, she was a prostitute, they wouldn't care nor spare the time.

Elizabeth understood why Joanna did it. She just couldn't live without him. There weren't any other reasons, as that one was enough for her. When Joanna died, Elizabeth understood her own feelings. Unfortunately for her. She remembered the fortune given to her by the Gypsy woman.

"Do you know in who I'll fall in love with?" The old woman raised her head and looked straight into Elizabeth's eyes.

"The Devil."

Yes, she had fallen in love in the Devil himself.

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