Another Excerpt

Another excerpt from my novel. It’s a flashback sequence.     


She had been in the corner of the busy office, engrossed in filing paperwork. She heard the quiet thumping of desk against wall in the room next door. Had this been a few months ago, the 16-year- old would have been interested, perhaps even pressing her ear against the frosted window. But not anymore. She grew weary seeing and hearing the many women that had flocked through the building. These were the whores of the city, many working out from the infamous Pleasure District.

Jadyn barely noticed the loud, quick rapping at the front door. After three knocks, a pause, and another series of knocks, the door opened, nearly slamming the golden knob against the beige wall.

The man couldn’t have been any older than in his mid-twenties. His polished look had obviously been from his wealthy upbringing. He was tall, with fair skin, and had cold, pale eyes the color of washed-out amber.

He looked at her for a few seconds; the uncertainty in his look made her very uncomfortable. As he approached, he nervously wrung his black hat in his slender hands. He stopped inches in front of her desk.

“Excuse me, miss. Where is…?” Before he finished, he turned his head towards the door. She noticed his long locks of dark blond hair, like ropes, tied behind him. She had never seen hair like this before, and was quite fascinated.

They both heard the sound of a hand slapping against flesh, as well as a lady’s whimper from behind a closed door.

He looked at her again, this time rolling his eyes and pointing towards tghe noise’s direction. “Oh…he’s…?”

Jadyn nodded hurriedly. “Yes…all the time.”

They both smiled at each other. Jadyn had been waiting for the young man to introduce himself when the sounds stopped. There was a rustling of clothing being hastily put on. The short silence between them proved uncomfortable.

Jadyn was a little more than disappointed that he had not said anything farther.

The door opened.

“My nephew…” the older man said longingly. The bashful woman wore a naughty, deep scarlet dress that stopped just above her knees.

The younger man just gave a tight-lipped smile.

 “Rhiyah, one of these days, we need to get you some cunt.” He said as he held the tart tighter. Jadyn noticed a red mark near her shoulder blade, the size of a thumb, slashed across her neck. “You’re much too young to be going without.”

And then Zephyr pointed towards Jadyn and walked towards the corner.

Take her. She’s pretty fresh…” He reached down and grabbed her wrist, forcing the frightened girl to stand, and pushed her towards Rhiyah.

Jadyn, this is my nephew, Rhiyah. Doesn’t he look nice?” She said nothing, but stayed still.

Rhiyah looked at Jadyn with an expression she couldn’t quite read, the same as before. Had it been coldness? Aloofness? Curiosity? Either way, it didn’t look like he had been willing to take up his uncle’s crude offer.

Eh…” he had said, nudging Rhiyah on his side. “ She’s a very quiet, very shy girl. But you know what they say about the quiet ones!” Zephyr had laughed drunkenly. The woman had giggled.


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