Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 73: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Twenty-Nine

My Master hooks an arm around my waist, his head resting close to mine.

“Charlotte, there’s something I want to ask you, and I promise, that no matter what your answer, I will not be angry with you, nor will I think less of you. But, I do want to ask this.”

“Master?”

“I’ve been reading the reports on those ‘scandals’ about the home…”

I freeze in his arms.

“…. That day, when you and I first met, when I bought you, were you really a virgin?”

And the tension drains from me…. I twist in his arms to face him.

“Yes Master, I was. You were my first, truly.”

His face floods with relief, but also, puzzlement. “But… how? I’ve read those reports.”

What do I say?

Tell him the truth….

But my words die stillborn, unformed.

Tell him.

My voice faltering, I try to get something out, to give him a reply. “I didn’t look like this then, Master. I was just a skinny, ginger kid.”

My throat seizes up, and my Master, looking at me, eyes soft, simply holds me tight. He knows I’ve not told him everything.

Tell him.

“I’m surprised you didn’t run away,” he says.

Forcing out every word, “I did, several times. The first time, I was eight, but there were others. Every time, I got caught, and the police took me back.”

My throat tightens again. “The beatings got harder each time. The last one put me in the infirmary. When the social worker came by, they said I’d been drinking and had fallen down the stairs.”

He rocks me to and fro. “You’re safe now.”

Am I?

want to go?” he

“In a while.”

I want. I wander up and down, kicking stones, hugging myself. My Master watches me calmly,

girl, standing off the roadway, by the rubble and ruin, scantily dressed in cheap finery. Her skirt is very short, her top, too low-cut to be subtle. She walks up and down

a man leans out. The two talk quietly for a moment, then she gets into the car and they

turn away, I see that my Master has

“Something bothering you?”

“What’s the difference, Master?”

“Difference?”

difference between what

“The difference, Charlotte, is that she has a return ticket. In an hour or so, she’ll be back on that road corner, touting for business. You bought yourself a one-way passage out of here. And…. that passage brought you to me. When you did, finally, return here, it was

how to express myself. Something inside me needs to break

me a gutter

wrong,” replies my

wave over the rubble. “This is

in wanting to stay there. And you have your eyes fixed on the stars. Besides, this is not where you came from. You came

I shake my head.

remember them at

“No.”

a shout. “Hey, Jenny!

look,

“Hey, Jenny, over here.”

wearing cheap, worn out clothes. His

apologetic. “Oh! Sorry. My

“That’s alright,” I say.

shrugs and

Master’s face is unreadable.

once knew

*****

Haswell calls me

you enjoy your trip out?” he asks, as Francis

interesting. It…. gave

is something else I would like to ask you, and…” Haswell swipes a hand through

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