Luna Dea

10) Tourture

1839

The streets were lined with them. Some had no hair. Some had no teeth. All of them had no dignity.

The men would stand and watch them, occasionally picking ouf a nice enough looking one. Of course their wives knew where they went at night. They pretended not to though. Pretended to believe their petty excuses. Pretended the heart ache wasn't there.

There is a new one today. She doesn't look much. Raggedy hair. Dirty skin. But bright yellow eyes.

The men will enjoy breaking her.

The others know not to beg. She isn't trained yet. Oh well. She will only learn through making mistakes.

A rich looking man passes, making sure to give every lady a glance. His gaze lingers on her, but he doesn't look back. She follows.

Her steps are strained as she struggles to keep up with him. She waits until there is no one around before she throws herself in front of him.

"Excuse me ma'am, please can you let me pass." he stops.

"Come on. You know you want me. All men do. I know you can spare a penny."

"Please, ma'am, move before I make you."

"You can make me do anything you want."

He puts his hand firmly on her shoulder and shoves, but she won't budge.

"Ooh, forceful. We can play rough if you want." she tries to sound playful, seduction is all she knows.

"I won't ask you again." he warns.

"Please. I'm desperate." she begs.

"Move out of my way, slut." he shoves past her.

She laughs. He turns back around confused. She straightens up to her full height. She is as tall as the man.

"Slut, am I? Men like sex too. Otherwise, you wouldn't see women lined up in the streets to please the likes of you."

His expression is a mixture of confusion and fear.

"yet," she continues, "it is us women who are the sluts."

"Whores." another woman comes out of the shadows to his right. She has the same yellow eyes as the other.

"Slags." another one emerges from his left. She too has yellow eyes.

When he turns back to the first one, the ragged clothes and hair are gone
She is now a thing of beauty. So are the other two. They all have sliky blonde hair and yellow eyes. And dresses made out of the finest materials. The first ones dress is yellow. The second ones dress is white. And the third ones dress is red.

"why so men get away with adultery every day, whilst women are shunned for it, even if it is rape?" the first one asks.

"I don't know, Grace." the second one replies with, so the yellow dressed one is called Grace, "Do you, Aria?" she turns to the third one, the red dressed one is called Aria.

"No, Belle, I do not." Aria replies, so the white dressed one is called Belle.

"But then again, we are just sluts," Grace says.

"Whores," Belle says.

"Slags." Aria says.

The man's face is one of pure horror and fright.

"Please, ladies, I mean you no harm. If you still want, I could still pay you for sex, or if its just sex you want, or if you only want money, I can give it to you of you want."