Betrayed by fate

Chapter 2- A Womans Work

I woke up with a sore back and cramped legs from sleeping on the rock, the previous night. I brought a hand to my face, and swished away a loose strand of my hair. I stood up, re-gaining my balance, and grabbed my small iron dagger from my skirts. Step by step, I managed to reach my dumpster of a home within around 25 minutes, which is short for me.

Normally I take my time and look at various things that interest me. I walked in the front door to find Nicolas sitting on a chair, with his hands on his temples. He was easy going most of the time, so it was unusual to see him so stressed. "Perfect timing Amity,we need to talk direly," he said, motioning for me to take a seat on the stool sitting close to where I stood. Obeying his orders, I sat and waited anxiously for his next words. " As you know," he began, taking a pause to clear his throat, " we are in extreme need of money. We can no longer live in this home, Amity. I will be away for a while," he drew in a deep breath. " I need you to pick up some work as well. I will be in the High Lady's court, tending to her needs and the needs of her companions. Though it isn't easy work, im sure it will serve well to this family. You may not like it perfectly, there is truly only one job a girl like you could be good at." I braced myself for the insult I was sure I would shortly face. " They need work at the brothel, and you have to do it if you want to survive. Hell, maybe we could even be better off than we are now." He finished, adverting his gaze to the floor beneath us. Nicolas handed me a small, neatly folded paper, with the directions to the brothel. "They're expecting you be there shortly." he says with a huff. Nico stood up, took his small sack of belongings, and walked right out of the door, to the High Lady's estate without saying as much as a word to me.

The blood drained  from my face. I never even got to ask a single question before he eagerly walked out of the house. Before he walked right out of my life. Under normal circumstances I would cry, but I see no point in wasting my tears of gold on ungreatful fools like him. I took the folded peice of paper and made my way to the brothel. I may aswell get to work as soon as I can after loosing my brother and any small ammount of income he gave to me.  Seconds turned into minutes passed before I made my final destinaiton. I walked inside the brothel to find many women of different ages lounging around the men who came in to pay for the womens time and body. It smelled of musk. Several of the men were married, I even had been aquainted with some.

Moments after my arrival, a tall man strode up to me. " Welcome to the job. I've been expecting you. Go on and change in the back, im sure plenty of men would pay a high price for your services." he said, pointing to a room where I could freshen up. I smiled and nodded, to who I assume was the boss, and then made my way to the changing area, and spotted a closet with georgeous outfits inside it.

My finger tips traced a soft linen dress, with lace adorning the sleeves. Quickly I decided to clothe myself in the long flowy dress. It was flowly enough to seem almost angelic, but then tight enough to give the illusion of a curvy figure. After changing into the gown I put on a pearl choker with matching earings, accompanied by a pair of matching silk gloves.

Only a High Lady would have ever worn something so elaborate and elegant like this. And even though the women couldn't keep the clothes the chose to wear on the job, I still felt like a nobel woman. Slowly, I stepped out of the small changing area, and into the main "sex-domain". There were plenty of women straddled over the men. I'd hoped that the price would at least be enough to earn my stay at the shack. My eyes scanned over to a woman, with red hair and dark brown eyes, arching her back, as her client burried his cock deeper inside of her. Have these people no shame? I still felt bad for what I knew I would have to do sooner or later, that is, unless I was willing to find another job.

A man with peircing blue eyes and messy blonde hair grabbed me from the behind and pulled me into his embrace. His grip was loose, and his voice was breathy as he spoke into my ear. " Amity? I'm suprised to see you here..." he trailed off. It was Archer. Most times I wouldn't feel shame for seeing someone I slept with in public, but maybe it was the fact that I was now working in a brothel after my brother left me, or the fact that I brutally turned down his proposal and his love confession a week prior. Maybe it was the liquor I had, but his touch felt nice. So nice even, that I would willingly drown inside of it. "A-archie! I mean Archer. Is there something I can...do for you..?" I asked, a slight red tint covering my cheeks. " Look, I know you won't love me anymore for being here, but I only came here to get my mind off you. I still love you Amity." Archer proclaims, twirling me around so that I could meet his eye. " I think..." I began, tracing a finger down his blouse, " I love you too..." I said suprising myself with what  I said aswell, as him. I'm feeling bold tonight, even if it is the drunkness of the stolen liquor I devoured. I could see him become a flustered mess under my touch. He has loved me for a long while, and while he is charming, handsome, and even loyal to only me, I never felt the love between us.

It feels like something is holding me back but, I have no certain idea of what. Before Archer could think of a reply, I smashed my lips onto his. My hands went up to his head, and I grabbed a locke of his golden hair. He placed his hands on my hips, and kissed me back, like he was a starving man and I was a feast for Kings. The kiss lasted shorted than I expected, suprising me when Archie pulled away. " Oh god Amity,you make me a mad man," He whispered in my ear, before smashing our lips together. My panties became wet, and the throbbing sensation between my thighs grew more intense by the second. I knew it was wrong to want something from Archer only to take my mind off things. He deserved better, but my desire only grew. He slipped a hand down the front of my dress, and grabbed my right breast, giving it a slight pinch, as we both laid down on a nearby couch." I want to make you happy," He said faintly. He kissed me long and hard.  I gasped, letting a sound of pleasure escape my lips, as he  bit a  sensitive spot on my neck, adding to my delight.

My breathing was heavy, and I rested by head back on the cushion behind me. Archer lay beside me, our breaths becoming intuned with one anothers. I'd only ever had sex once in the whole 18 years of my life- and it was with Archie. It was the release I needed, to let all of my stress leave my body, even for a moment. My body was pleased with this interaction, however, my mind wasn't. Even if we didn't have sex, somehow, it felt like I was cheating, even if I had no courtship to speak of.

    I allowed my mind to stop the constant thinking, and hugged Archer. I was tired. So fucking tired. Not just phisically, but mentally too. It was alot to watch your only family leave you willingly. Maybe it would be better off just to get married. Even if I wouldn't be happy with Archie, my stomach  sure would.

It would be better to have someone care for me than to sell my sexual favors to scummy men with wives and children. In Silo, men faced no punishment for their crimes, meaning, theres plenty of wives that know their husband is betraying them. But they can't do anything about it. I stood up to take my leave, the kisses me and Archer shared not being enough to keep me for any longer. " Wait!" Archie yelped, bringing his hand to take hold of my dress, giving me a slight yank backwards. "Can I take you out tomorrow? I don't want you to come back here, I understand moneys tight, but I swear, I will help you find another way." His voice came out in a weak wimper, almost begging me to not ever come back to the brothel. And while I don't like men controlling my life, I also didn't want to come back here. "Alright then, where should you meet me?" I said, turning my head slightly over my shoulder, smiling at Archie. "Meet me at the Oak tree, in the mid-day." Archie replied, giving me a soft smile in turn.

I gave my head a slight nod as I walked out of the brothel and away from Archer. Now that I was in my rags, and not the elegant dress, I felt less bold, and less pretty. After I'd made my way back to the small shack, I took out a peice of paper and began to draw, something that would be useful for me in the near future.

~ End Of Chapter ~

Hello, thank you for your reads ! I know this chapter was kind of boring and land, but I promise that in the future, it will be more interesting like I said:).
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