Torture

The wind was slowly wafting throughout the trees, and Doron was almost in a dream,
when all of the sudden an ear piercing scream shattered the dusk. It might have sounded
like the screams of any other girl, the girls were constantly being raped or beaten in the
busy medieval city, but for some reason this scream was different. It rocked him to his
core and shattered his heart into a million pieces, and for some reason he knew he was
about to lose something.

With all this running through his mind in a split second, he jumped up and ran
towards the screams as fast as his legs could carry him. Within a minute he was at the
origin of the scream, and there is when he saw her. All in a mess with her clothes torn
and her head slumped over in an unconscious state of terror. But to him she was the
most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Then he turned to see a large man standing in the corner unbuttoning his pants, and
his exuberance became furry, a furry flamed by the thought that someone would hurt
this precious flower that lay before him. How he asked himself could anyone think of
doing something so atrocious? With the swiftest of actions his young agile body could
make he punched the man straight across the jaw. His hand hit so hard the man was
immediately unconscious with his pants down.

Doron suddenly realized what he had done...he had saved a girl that he would never
see again, lest be able to have, and he had knocked a man twice his size unconscious.
Then a thought came to his head. Why couldn't he take the girl to his small apartment and
nurse her back to health? And with that he slowly gathered her up in his arms, and
carried her the long walk back to his abode.

She was so small and delicate, yet she looked as if she would be strong when well
again. He was contemplating thoughts over and over in his head that he hardly noticed it
when he got home and laid her on his bed. He, being a noble man, cleaned her up, dressed
her in clean clothes and laid her on his bed. Remember this took a lot of restraint to bathe
a girl he thought was so beautiful and not take her.

Once finished with his normal chores and duties, it was almost the neck morning.
With a tired and content sigh he laid down on his bed and fell asleep. He was so tired that
he forgot about his beauty on the bed.

The next afternoon was when she awoke. It was a startling experience for her, she
was in a foreign house, in a foreign bed, next to a man/boy she had never seen before,
less likely have been paid by. With that thought she arose, put on some fresh clothes,
stole enough money to pay for one night of work and left her protector there to sleep.
Little did she know he had saved her, nor that she had not been used for the first night in
10 years.

Doron slowly rose at about 1 in the afternoon and noticed the girl was missing, he
looked everywhere. Then reality sunk in, he had saved a whore from her job and she
stole the money that she needed for a night long job. Now he would never know her, nor
would he like to know a whore, for they are so impersonal and so dirty, and that is the
sad story of Doron and his beloved whore.

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