Viper

We Meet Again

(explicit content)


6 years later

  Amara stood in the smoky halls, she fidgeted with the outfit she wore. Not nearly as revealing as the other girls but far too much of her was exposed...she felt vulnerable. She wore a white baby doll dress, feather soft fluff around her chest, and the rest made out of sheer mesh. It hid enough that no one could see what was beneath but the dress barely touched her upper thigh and her cleavage was pushed up more than normal. Her hair was done in high pigtails, normally they were pale blonde nearly white but she had dyed them pink recently. The madame of the brothel thought she would profit off her youthful looks, but she was too innocent...too pure...the men chose other girls for their needs. Only a select few came to her and every encounter left Amara feeling....gross.

A scream was heard down the hall, a girl rushed from a private room holding her torn dress bruises littered her arms and tears rolled down her face. Amara pressed against the wall to avoid them, she tried not to get noticed but inevitably...someone always did....

   "Well, well, if it isn't the ghost of the halls." a man sauntered from the private room the poor girl ran out of, his pants undone and a belt held loosely in his hands. He held a liquor bottle in the other. Amara's skin prickled at his words, she'd heard it before, most were haunted by her looks but every time they called her that it made her feel like scum beneath their shoes. The man approached and raked his eyes down her frame as he swigged from his bottle "The madame seems to know how to play her cards. Profit off what each girl has..." he smiled wickedly "And you're just a pretty little girl, aren't you?" he crowded her, forcing her against the wall "U-uh-" Amara stammered, she caught the looks of some people nearby nut they either quickly hurried past or avoided eye contact not wanting to get involved.

He touched the belt to her thigh and moved it upwards, running the leather over her smooth skin. Amara gulped, imagination running wild with exactly what he'd done to the last girl. "Sorry, I already paid upfront." a deep voice spoke up. The man sneered and turned "Who do you thi-" he stopped mid-sentence when he was met with a solid chest. Looking up the figure was almost a foot taller than him, bulky but in a muscular way...a way that said 'try me'

"Sorry but I got here first, don't worry..." he smiled wickedly "You're more than welcome to have my leftovers." she turned back to Amara "Though I doubt she'll be able to stand when I'm through with her...but of course, fucking doesn't require standing...now does it?" he mused pressing himself to Amara again, trapping her against the wall. She swallowed thickly and stared down at him, he was a shorter man but he'd already assaulted one girl...Amara didn't want to chance upsetting him.

"I won't ask again nicely." the woman warned, the guy growled and backed off. "Fine, there are plenty of other girls desperate for what's in these pants." he chuckled as he grabbed a handful of the crotch of his pants and shook, the pockets making a clanking sound with the amount of money in them. He winked at Amara before stumbling down the hall. Amara shuttered unwillingly and turned to walk away but crashed straight into a chest "Oh, I'm so sorry...I-I suppose I should thank you." she stumbled back. When she finally set her eyes on her savior her mouth ran dry.

Sevika

She'd seen her plenty of times in Vandor's bar back before the world changed, she was a good ally until she wasn't. Amara felt nausea bubble in her stomach. Fright left over from the drunk man, fright from having this woman here before her, anger, sadness, and confusion all crashed over her wave after wave. A coin purse was held in front of her and Amara gulped "O-of course." Sevika didn't save her to be nice, she just wanted first bite at the forbidden fruit. Of course Amara should have known, kindness does not come free.