The uncommonly warm wind ruffled the Highlander's hair. He was already far away, but it seemed that the ashes of his native settlements still circled in the air, melted with fumes on his lips, filled his nostrils with poison, and later his heart. Poison is hate. Revenge is a medicine. Youth, fervor and physical strength demanded to return immediately, but the mind said - early: he is not ready. He can not cope alone, no matter how strong he considers himself.

For some reason, on a flat road, it shook a little. The Highlander, waking from serious thoughts, cursed himself: you cannot force a horse to ride for so long without water and rest. Fortunately, very soon a small pub appeared in sight.

“Forgive me, old lady,” the Highlander stroked his horse, “drink, rest.”

The horse was human-like, sighed wearily, stepping over with its hooves, and shook its head - “I get down, master, I'm not taking it any further.” Well, to stay overnight in a cozy (as he hoped) place is not bad at all.

The tavern turned out to be rather modest in appearance, but clean and tidy. The mountaineer had money, but the sum surprised him.

- For a simple room for the night? - lips curved in a gloomy grin, - apparently, you add gold dust to the washbasin?

- This amount includes ALL conveniences, - the woman behind the desk raised her eyebrows meaningfully, - You have been on the road for a long time ...

The mountaineer nodded, although the most ordinary bed would have arranged for him from the road, if only without insects. He walked heavily up the stairs to the room he had just paid.

The girl — apparently, the tavern worker — was picking up a huge tub. Hot steam, smelling like resin, acted soothingly.

“Everything is ready, Sir,” said the girl, and soon seemed to dissolve into space. Are they specially trained to be invisible?

However, five minutes later, the Highlander was no longer thinking about anything, just resting in hot water. And suddenly, like a bolt from the blue - the hands on his neck. The mountaineer instantly realized that it was dangerous to remain in the tavern: he was easily tracked down. It is necessary to make at least some attempt to jump up, save yourself, if not from death, then at least from such humiliating death - swim with a throat cut in the tub.

With a face distorted from rage, he turned around, intuitively preparing to strike, and ... he saw in front of him the frightened face of a maid.

- WHAT? YOU? - he growled, - are you doing?

- I ... I ...

- You scared me !!

- I? You? - she incredulously glanced at his huge figure. The situation really turned out to be comic: he was frightened by a girl whose neck was as wide as his wrist.

The girl glanced in fright at the Highlander, but pulled a sponge out of the water and continued to slide it easily along its neck (well, since it is so accepted), stomach (hmm ...) and, finally, went down below. The mountaineer suddenly understood what the words of a woman meant "payment enters everything." ALL, including live goods. He became disgusted.

“No,” he rudely pushed the girl’s hand away from him. She dropped her sponge again - I don't need your services, go away!

He took a deep breath. Taken aback by the movements of her hands, he felt a desire against his will. Let fails until it becomes stronger.

“You ... want me to leave?” She asked weakly.

The mountaineer turned round. The girl looked weird. She cringed all over, as if trying to protect herself from a possible blow.

- V-you v-ck-showed that you need a woman, - she spoke through force, - n-on this n-night ... Sir, I ask you, - she collapsed on his knees at his tub and whispered, - if I am not at all disgusted with you, do not drive me away! They ... they ...

She sobbed convulsively and suddenly said calmerly:

- I'm clean, do not think. We have this strictly. Skin, hair. Here, ”she stretched out her arms,“ and I cleaned my nails.

For some reason, these outstretched hands touched the Highlander. He climbed out of the bathroom, shook himself in a towel, and sat down next to a girl curled up in despair. She made a subtle movement — as if trying to move away from him.

She is afraid, thought Highlander.She does not want and is afraid of me, but she is even more afraid of falling into disfavor. ”

He abruptly pulled off her loose dress, baring her shoulder. And no mistake - bruises covered every inch of skin.

- Why are you so? - asked the Highlander.

The girl apparently suffered a lot. She learned to endure humiliation in silence, but she could not make sincere participation. She burst into tears. But even she cried, clamping her mouth with her fist. Highlander hated tears.

- I paid ALL the price, it means that you enter it. You stay with me all night and do everything I want. If you bother me with tears or for some other reason you don’t like me, you will be punished for it. I understood everything right? Do not Cry. Nod, if yes.

She nodded. Her face was white.

- Have you been here for a long time?

“Y-yes, m-month and three days,” she whispered.

The highlander nodded grimly. Fresh bruises. This means that in those sixty days or more this fragile creation did not give up. The girl fought, and for this she was beaten. Now there is almost no strength left.

Highlander respected those who fight. And the smaller this someone is tall, the more he deserves respect.

- Well ... it means you stay. Lie down, have a seat. I'll wash and come.

- I...

- No, I myself. And do not call me "Lord" - for this I will definitely expel you.

“Well, Lord ... no, I'm sorry, I must call you that," she whispered, and she backed away confusedly towards the bed. The mountaineer got into the water again. The girl looked at him in awe and looked away.

She did not understand this huge, stern man. Why did he ask her about the beating? Why suddenly reacted to her a little humanly?

She remembered that terrible day when her father dragged her here, gave for debt like a rag. He loved the first daughter, perceived the second as a mistake - he was waiting for his son. The third one he simply hated. Plague claimed mother and sister, the eldest married. More burden father was not needed.

She almost did not explain. Abigail, the supervisor of the institution, said that she would sell the “goods” that way - a clean, girl who knows nothing.

"Buyer" was a middle-aged rude peasant with a red face. He forced her to undress, then walk around the room, while this time he lay naked on the bed and looked at her. Then he said:

- Lie down and spread your legs.

She shook like an aspen leaf. Then he dragged her onto the bed, kicked her legs apart, and grabbed her hair tightly. She screamed. It was painful and disgusting, but fortunately, quickly. That day, she didn’t know why, men were literally let down on her like wild dogs on a fox. Probably to break. It worked. More than half of her faith in the best, in people - was lost. Men became lustful animals for her, giving humiliating orders and receiving pleasure from it. She did not immediately realize that resistance only stirs the interest of the lowest of them.

“Oh ... I like wild fillies,” said the muscular, tanned visitor, “it's a pity that you have already traveled.”

He bent her hard to the bed and said:

“Um ... but it’s nice to fuck you anyway, like that,” he moved so sharply and violently that it hurt.

- Do not be like a stump! Scream, baby! - he stared at her in the sides with his nails - shout, bitch! Louder! Oh yeah...

And suddenly he did something that plunged her into new horror - he thrust a finger into her ass.

- Not! - she screamed.

He pressed her even harder, and it became quite lousy. He entered her slowly, enjoying the pleas and cries.

“I'm your first here, huh?” What are you narrow, my horse ... Well, jumped!

Gradually she learned to moan loudly and do what they wanted. It was easier, it was less tormented. But the spat upon the soul hurt more than the body.

- What's your name?

She shuddered so that she was surprised. How could you not notice the approach of such a big man? Involuntarily, she kept her gaze on his cock. Perhaps, in terms of proportions, he was average, but after all, in reality, he was a giant. The promise of pain. She frantically swallowed and, removing the dress, meekly stretched out on the bed ....