commander

stuck

Nala

Torra shook me awake in the morning. "Morning." I said, tired, and rubbed my eyes.

"Get dressed. We need to be in Rio ASAP." Torra threw me a skirt from where Jonah was sleeping. I found Jonah's bag, which held my clothes from earlier. A white cotton blouse, dark leather pants, and the dark jacket.

"What are you doing? You'll freeze your ass off." Jonah commented.

Like he gives a shit.

"I can't ride a horse looking like a milkmaid." I said pulling the leather pants up past my waist. As I was about to take off the awful waistcoat with the weird skirt, I realized that I had nothing on under it. "Grab the bandages." I told Torra and he picked through Jonah's bag until he got it, and tossed it to me.

"Why? Are you hurt?" He asked confused.

"No." I loosened the waist coat and started wrapping it around my chest snugly. I wrapped it over one of my shoulders, and tied it off tightly under my arm. "I'd rather this than Jonah see me." I said loud enough for Jonah to hear.

Perfect. He needed to know that I was going to be an utter douche until the end of his days.

I took off the waistcoat and put on the blouse quickly, tucking the hem into my pants. Grabbing my jacket, I pulled it on and went to walk out of the room, pushing at the door knob.

The door was locked. From the other side.

"That bitch!" I yelled, and kicked the door in anger.

"Watch out." Jonah walked over and kicked at the door. He, of course, didn't open it.

"The hinges are on the inside. It doesn't open that way." I retorted obviously. The hinges.

I pryed the pins in the hinges up with the key she gve me and pulled the door back. It slammed roughly onto the ground, but it was unlocked. The hallway was empty, so I ran out to the stairs, Jonah and Torra close behind me.

I sprinted up the steep stairs quietly, not wanting to make it known we were out of the hotel room. Frankly, I should have been much quieter with the door, but who gives a shit.

"Did anyone see where the stables are?" I asked before walking up the stairs completely.

"No clue." Torra wiped a curl put of his face and looked out the stairwell.

"Knives out." I said and pulled out a knife, Torra pulling out a sword. "Damn." I passed through the doorway and hopped on a horse with Torra. Jonah took his own horse, but there was no grunt in effort to climb on, no 'hyah' leading the horse away from the stable. I looked back toward him and saw maybe twenty of the odd village's soldiers gather around Jonah, holding swords to his throat.

"Let's see a pretty little twirl." An unknown man cocked his head and smiled eerily. Jonah dropped his bag and turned around slowly, grimacing at the blade pressed against his neck.

"Get off the horse you whore." The old woman that had once praised me was forcing me around. It was awful. Torra jumped off the horse first, then lowered me to the ground gently.

Two soldiers gripped either of Torra's arms and dragged him to the back of the stables, not even letting him up on his feet. He looked at me one last time before I was pulled by soldiers, no longer able to keep a safe eye on Torra. Jonah was taken brutally by the soldiers, and I must admit, it was nice to see him in such a submissive position. I was soon taken to wherever my husband and my boyfriend went. In the distance, the far-off distance, horses galloping vaguely suggested a well-overdue rescue from this literal hell.

Rather than just letting me walk or slide down the stairs, they pushed me as I tumbled down the wooden stairs. Both Torra and Jonah heard over an odd musical instrument and yelled to know if I was okay. I know Jonah asking was simply for show, but Torra's plea to know whether or not I was okay made my heart glow. It did not happen often, if ever, that Torra was put in such a situation, and his regard for my safety over his showed just how much I fucked up.

In the basement, beds strewn with pillows lay haphazardly, only separated by thin red tulle. Except for three or four, beds were occupied by exceptionally beautiful women and completely unremarkable men.

The next tiny town Aurora had us staying in was also a giant sex club. I shivered at the thought of why I am possibly here as I was shoved to the back of the club, eyed by many of the unremarkable men. There was part of the room separated by a thick, proper curtain, where the working girls prepared themselves for a shift.

"Get this one ready Penny. She's got a little fire, maybe red?" The old woman smiled fakely and picked up her dress, walking out of the small area sectioned off.

"I'm Penny. Put that red chemise on, then just follow me." She fixed her hair in the communal mirror as I put the chemise on. Something about Penny seemed very insincere. She led me out of the curtained area, leading us to a four-poster divided by the red tulle curtains. A young man laid on the bed, still fully clothed. Penny looked at me and nodded seriously. She obviously knew something I didn't and it's driving me crazy.

I stepped forward to the young man, probably only nineteen or twenty, but a rough, calloused hand grabbed my arm tightly, and I winced immediately, perhaps from the odd battle at Torra's family's home. I turned to find an older man, strong, but still wrinkled and aged. "Hello pretty!" He sneered and pulled me closer, exercising a southern accent and showing off rotted, yellow teeth. "How much you charge an hour, lass?" He licked his chapped lips like a snake. "Eh, never mind that. Your coming with me." He smoldered and pulled me, and I went with him, still stunned by the events of this morning. He threw me down on an empty bed and barred my neck with his forearm. His skin was crusty and uncared for. I don't know how my subconscious did not spontaneously combust, but I thanked Ana when my legs were clamped together. Nothing was going to happen, no matter how hard anyone fought, they wouldn't get anything.

The creepy old man noticed my squeezing my legs shut, but instead thought I couldn't possibly wait for him. He unbuttoned his pants, sliding down his trousers when soldiers, true, proper, loyal soldiers stormed the club, making the women squeal and escape through a hidden door, while patrons of the illegal establishment sat in awe. The creepy guy, however, still tried to get something out of me, but Torra, and thank god, pulled him back off the bed.

From there, a woman-my own mother- beat the creepy guy down to a pulp. I jumped off of the bed, pushing past Torra, to hug Anya.