A Franc or Two - Les Misérables [IN EDITING]

Pained - Chapter 39

By the time April rolled around, life was worse than it had been before you went to the meeting.

Your past few months had been even more miserable than you had hoped.

Though you were horribly ill quite often, Timeo found himself selling you off even more frequently- and if you did so much as open your mouth to complain, that was a cane right to the back (the spot where your rib was once broken, as he found it more affective that way)...

And, furthermore, there was another little discovery along the way.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Timeo asked, gripping a fistful of your hair and throwing you into a room cloaked in darkness. You felt yourself shaking quite violently, practically shutting down from exhaustion, and you just sobbed and shook your head.

"Answer!" Timeo shouted, gripping onto your hair so tightly that you were afraid he would pull it out. You cringed with disgust as you heard some men- whom you would probably end up sleeping with tonight- engaging in conversation right outside the door.

"I don't know!" you said. Your voice was choked up at the moment, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you waited for another blow to the back... But instead, you got a slap right to the face.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" he asked. "You're the one who can't keep her damned mouth shut!"

You flinched as you felt his face just inches away from yours, his spit and warm breath making you long to get away even more, and you simply kept your eyes shut and waited to get hit again.

You gasped as you felt yourself get pushed into the wall. For a moment, you expected for Timeo to do one of two things- either slap you again or try to cope a feel (in an attempt to make you like him again)...

But nothing happened.

"Wait here."

He disappeared after a moment. You heard his muffled voice from right outside, asking around for a doctor or anything, but you were in far too much pain to process anything.

Not only were your injuries burning, but your stomach felt as if it were about to tear open.

Timeo entered again, and from what you could (vaguely) see, he looked beyond frustrated.

"There's a doctor at Le Café Musain at the moment," Timeo muttered. "One of the men wish to escort you."

"Okay," you whimpered. "Who?"

Timeo let out a throaty cackle.

"What, you think he's doing it for free?" he asked. "Please. He has you for a half-hour before you see the doctor."

***

By the time you had finished sleeping with the damned man, he nearly negotiated his way out of escorting you- he said your performance was only mediocre (though you knew it was because you were in a borderline unbearable amount of pain)...

However, because he had slept with you two or three times before, he decided upon selecting another night to spend with you.

Though he did often grope and reach for your breasts on the trip there, he stopped trying a little while afterward. He didn't seem to get the reaction he was hoping for.

"See you on Sunday."

The man was quick to walk off.

For a moment, you had trouble deciding whether or not you wanted to go inside. Though the Café was just as home-y as you remembered it, the memories of your outburst flooded back to you all at once.