Eva's Sins.

XXXVI

"Sometimes the soul kills the intellect, while the feelings subdue the soul"

  It had been raining heavily for several hours already, cooling the air of a late April so much that it cut to the bones, but this seemed not to bother Anne, who continued to lie on the cold floor of the stable, slowly breathing warm air from her body which lacked powers, and the air, exiting the girl's nostrils, slowly lifted the feeble strands of straw, which surrounded her.

  She felt down and trampled on, considering being a nobody for those people she had served and at whose feet she put her soul because what happened to her today was something she had never expected.

  First, has been the cruel beating she received from Marianne Chesterman, while she was defending someone else's house. Then, it came Christine's betrayal, who she sent her to the stables designedly and who sold her for a moment of madness of a man who could have had at his feet any woman he would have wanted, but without even shaking a finger, he took advantage of the innocence of a young and inexperienced servant, who showed up in front of him by chance, but whose round and alluring body provoked him to the madness that he dragged her into this cold stable and he had her on straw and not into a warm and ordinary room, as it is used to have a virgin.

  This hurt Anne even more, who felt that she lost her virginity so simply and in such an insignificant place.

  She had dreamt to be loved and to love because for so long she didn't feel that someone really cared for her, but now, after all that happened that day, her dreams are gone, as her desires, because who will need her after she had been into the arms of another man. Even if it was without her approval, but anyway, she will be the one accused, she will be the one pointed with the finger and considered to be a worthless woman.

  Finally, she decided to stand up. She deeply inhaled air in her chest, relieving as much as possible her chest, so pressed because of tears and muffled sighs and, supporting herself on her forearm, she lifted her body into a sitting position.

  There was enough quiet around. Nobody's presence was felt because Luis took care not to allow witnesses of his madness and he sent everybody on business.

  He did like this every time that place awoke in him the desire, but most of the time in his arms were simple women, who stepped the threshold of this stable voluntarily and accepted to spend some time with him.

  But he had wanted something different today and he had had it: the body of a young woman, writhing in his arms and awakening in him a crazy urge to have her again and again and again, until he will get tired of him, but something deep inside him was telling Luis that this won't end soon.

  But Christine had changed his plans. When he saw her in the stable, he decided to give up to the idea to close this girl somewhere and to have her as a mistress, because he knew so well what Christine is capable of and, for a simple wild desire, he could lose her help, support that he took advantage of all these years since he and Christine share not only the same bed but also the same ideals.

  Deeply inhaling cigar smoke in his chest, while he was sitting on a big log next to the stables, he looked at the sky: even if it was night already and so dark around, the light of the lantern, which illuminated the surroundings, revealed a sky full of black and heavy clouds, a sign that the rain won't end soon.

  "Tomorrow will be bad enough," Luis whispered, and, throwing the cigar butt away, he extinguished it by stepping on it. "The way will be impassable for a while and from what I see we are caught here for a long time. But, all the evil for a good purpose," he said again in a lower voice, convinced that he won't get bored here because something inside him was telling him that something good is approaching.