Buying the Virgin

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.”

and down, kicking stones, hugging myself. My Master watches me

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 the same ten yards, over and again, posing as cars

a car pulls up and a man leans out. The two talk quietly for a moment, then she

that my Master has been

“Something bothering you?”

“What’s the difference, Master?”

“Difference?”

the difference between what she is doing, and what

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,

express myself. Something inside me needs to

called me a gutter

was wrong,” replies my Master,

over the rubble. “This is where

there. And you have your eyes fixed on the stars. Besides, this is not where you came from. You came from somewhere else. You were simply trapped here while you were a child. Do you know anything

I shake my head.

remember them at

“No.”

shout. “Hey, Jenny! Jennifer

look,

“Hey, Jenny, over here.”

up, panting. He is perhaps my age, but small for that age, wearing cheap, worn out clothes. His face has that

looking apologetic. “Oh! Sorry. My mistake, lady. Thought you

“That’s alright,” I say.

and

Master’s face is unreadable. “Someone

knew him. I’m

*****

calls me in. “You too

trip out?” he asks, as Francis

was very interesting. It…. gave me a lot

would like to ask you, and…” Haswell swipes a hand through his hair, “…please take this question as

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