Candy Child

Part 1- Chapter 3: Don't Contradict Me

Always a keen sharp eye. The worth of life is splendid. It is what we call, cherished. Miss Loraine doesn't understand life itself. She had always sold herself in some form to get by. Disgusting curva she was called by all of Bistrita, until she turned it around and started housing children. That's when people forgot about her, and her vial acts.

One man whom really caught her attention when she was a whore was a very wealthy man by the name of Loan Andrei. He was extremely wealthy due to his job as a lawyer. Miss Loraine was intrigued by him, more-so his money. She persuaded him with her womanly charm, and her chest that poked out ever so slightly. That kind of gesture could make any man go crazy.

" Pleasure, rege." She spoke softly, in a whispered tone. Loan was already digging in his pockets.

" A woman you are?" He asked her, a slight smile curving into his mustache. Miss Loraine circled around him, her dreadfully dirty skirt blew in the wind, her headscarf hanging on. They both stood on Strada Street.

" A woman I am, yes, but a woman like me, is something you need. For a small compensation, I can be a woman, just for you." Her head was low in a smart smile.

" I am interested, come." He led her to his carriage. The two sat, Miss Lorraine had a bit of nervousness in her system, she didn't expect to get anywhere with Loan, the wealthy man; But she did, she was offered a ride in his carriage, even with her rustic presence. The two talked about the war, and politics.

The carriage had stopped at a fine country house, everything looked pleasant. The grass was trimmed nicely, and Loan had two statues of angelic women in the front of the house.

" My eyes enjoy looking at your home." Miss Loraine smiled at Loan, he smiled back.

" Well, why don't we get you out of those rags and into something else?" He opened the doorway, and let her go inside first, he followed.

" A beautiful thing, your home." She spoke softly. " I admire it sometimes myself, it's a great deal to me, because I didn't inherit it, I have won it with my own dedication." Miss Loraine clapped, smiling into his eyes.

Miss Loraine took off her headscarf, revealing her curly short mane. She took off her coat, and dropped it onto the couch.

" I'll be in my room, it is the last doorway upstairs." Loan made his way upstairs, Miss Loraine still taking off items. She was finished, in a whalebone corset, and her white knickers.

She fluffed her hair up, and made her way up the stairs to Loans room.

" I can be tricky, or I can be wise, what ever you'd like." She opened the doorway, to see Loan facing his dresser, topless.

" Mr. Andrei! I am intrigued!" She walked over to him, slowly, placing a hand on his lower back, running her fingers upwards.

" Mr. Loan Andrei, I am a little impatient." She whispered into his ear. She started to laugh at his withholding. Loan had put on a cestus, and nailed Miss Loraine directly in her jugular. She screamed. He fixed it back to fit his hand, then grabbed her by her jaw, mushing her head into the bed.

" Let me be! Let me be! Let me be!" She screamed.

" Whore! A woman you are not! A whore is who you are! Dirty, filthy! I have known your name and face, I have heard the ill word about you. You won't get a cent from me. Maybe god will have mercy on your soul."

Loan grabbed Miss Loraine by her hair, dragging her outside of the home and out a little on his property. There was a shack, small and dainty. It had a giant engraved W on it. It was locked from the outside in. Loan stood at the door, with Loraine's hair gripped tightly in his hand. he let her go, slamming her thin body into the door.

" This is where you will go. You no longer get to be paid in return for your services. If you somehow get out, you will be shot as soon as you are seen."
Another man was posted at the entrance. He unlocked the shack and Loan threw Miss Loraine inside.

It was compacted with women. Most of them looked emaciated. A few of the women in the shack were lying there, dead. There skin had been tearing away, and flies were making their way in and out of the women's mouths. Loraine had never felt the feeling she felt in that shack. She was lucky to make it out alive. She had been passed around so many times to rich and poor, she'd forgotten if she was even still in Romania. Once she had found the chartreuse home, she turned around what people thought about her, even though most of the people who had known her past were gone or deceased.