Uncovered

Chapter Eight - Nyrie

Nyrie hurt.

She hurt just about everywhere.

Some areas more sensitive than others, after seven clients already this evening, almost double compared to her usual night. She had just finished cleaning up when there was a knock on her door. Throwing over her robe she strode over from her dressing table and opened the door to find Brax escorting in her last client for the evening. It was three in the morning and Brax's features were exhausted but stone faced, all emotions unreadable, staying strong on her behalf and she was grateful. Being up all night was as normal to Nyrie as being up all day was normal for everyone else, so she wasn't as exhausted as Brax looked, but she was worn out in other ways.

Her mind was sharp, but her body was sore.

Standing next to Brax was a relatively young-looking man. Perhaps mid-twenties if she had to guess. Unusual for someone so young to be able to afford her extravagantly high fee, unless he had inherited some funds, or saved up. Maybe he stole the money, quite frankly she didn't care. All Nyrie wanted to do was get this over with so she could finally go to bed. He looked to be the same height as Brax, roughly the same build with light blonde hair.

A cute, round face with brown eyes, clean shaven with freckles. Not handsome but not ugly either. The clothes he wore were of good quality, like the ones the off-duty guards around here walked around in. Perhaps he really was wealthy.

"Thank you Brax," she took the hand of the young man, leading him inside.

The sound of the heavy wooden door closing behind her, along with the click of the latch made her feel vulnerable and a little queasy every time. She never let it show to anyone.

Nyrie led him to the bed and sat him down on the edge of it. She began helping him un-button his shirt when she couldn't shake off the feeling that he was staring at her. She paused and looked up to meet his waiting eyes.

"You're very beautiful." He said, quietly.

While he sounded sincere, she'd heard that over a million times already. If only she'd had a penny every time it was said she'd be rich and could leave this place forever, perhaps burn it down in the process.

"Your eyes...."

She knew where he was going with this one, so she looked away and continued with the buttons.

"They're different."

If she had a penny for that she could rule the world.

Nyrie couldn't remember her childhood. But sometimes little flashes of memories and comments about her eyes made their way through her mind. Sometimes positive, other time negative. Kids voices with would call her a witch, a freak of nature, not to touch her or they'd catch her disease.

Perhaps she made all that up with her imagination, there was no way of truly knowing.

Nyrie was considered a freak. A freak worthy of being someone's prized possession, a trophy to show off, to brag about, parade around and make an entire fortune out of.

Not a cent of it was given to her.

Her hands ripped the last button on the man's tunic. Her first reaction was panic, but she pushed it aside and used it to her advantage. Some men liked being roughed around, so she took the risk and went with it. He didn't say another word as she shoved him back and straddled him, removing her robe moments later and throwing it to the floor.

Her bare breasts now peaked at the slight chill in the air and she watched him gulp at the sight. She grabbed him by the wrists and forced his hands down on the bed over his head and kissed him fiercely and as passionately as she could.