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|Harlot (standard:other, 2819 words)|
|Author: A.M. Snead||Added: Oct 21 2002||Views/Reads: 2388/1733||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|When a young woman is caught in bed with a prominate man, she is certain he will explain that she is to be his wife. But too suddenly she learns that he and his men have other plans for her.|
His body was warm against hers, his touch desirous. A heavy cloak covered the small window, blocking out the morning light and filling the room with a gray darkness, through which his face was hazy as if a veil of smoke was between them. He would be the one to stay . . and love her. He would proclaim a true and honest love for her before all the others, then she would be somebody- and not just an unsightly scar on the face of civilization. She closed her eyes and held him close as his soft whispers warmed her ear, swelled her heart with hope. For days, she'd sensed that the one was near who would rescue her from this shame and degradation- this life of a harlot. And now he was here. He would love her, free her to walk the streets of the city without hanging her head in embarrassment of who and what she was. How heavenly it would be to hold her head up high, with tender pride and confidence. "Joseph." She whispered softly, and combed her fingers through his thick dark hair as his quickened breath poured out hot over her skin. The strong scent of gaudy perfume hung heavily in the air of the shabby room. It was a scent she would be glad to leave behind. This wasn't what she'd wanted. But what chance did a woman have when born to a harlot? When she knew nothing else but how to seduce and please a man? Every man she'd taken into her arms, she'd prayed for that man to be the one to love her enough to take her away from all this . . because she hadn't the ability to walk away on her own. You are what you are, Jez. Accept it and you'll be happy. She forced her mother's words out of her head; how could she accept a life like this? A life that was pushed- forced- on her? Even her name- Jezebel- was a cruel joke cast on her by the woman she called mother. But a mother she had not been. At least not the kind Jez had always hoped she'd become. As a young girl, she would dream that she'd been born to a Jewish woman, raised up in gentle humility to their God. But the thought would come; who even knew if such a god existed? And if he did, how could he allow an innocent baby to be born into this? It doesn't matter, Jez reasoned now as Joseph's passion welled. It doesn't matter if there's a god. All she needed was this man, the man she'd known would come to her. Joseph's rank alone would stand her on her feet when he expressed his wishes to marry her. Joseph would defend her, protect her. Everything would be as she'd always dreamed it- The weight of her lover's body was suddenly gone, having been forcefully dragged off her. "Wha...?" she gasped, eyes wide as she searched for him in the gloom. But all she saw were dark and cruel faces surrounding her bed. Faces she'd seen a thousand times but which hadn't disgraced themselves to look at her. Where had they come from? She cowered on the bed. She didn't have to ask what they would do to her- she'd been caught with a man who wasn't her husband. Even she knew the law. Her frightened eyes flickered to Joseph. He was standing in the corner, pulling on his clothes. He didn't seem concerned that they'd been caught. But these men were Pharisees, like Joseph himself. Jez's fear calmed. Joseph wouldn't let these men hurt her. He would explain that she was to be his wife. They would forgive his transgression. "Bring her out." One of the men said in a low conspirator's voice. "We can use her." "No." Jez whimpered as strong hands grabbed her roughly from both sides. "Joseph?" But her beloved stood back and made no move to help her. His eyes- filled with tenderness and passion just moments ago- now stared back at her with cold indifference. The others glanced from her to him . . and smiled. And in their smiles she read the truth of Joseph's intentions; he had used her. There was never any plan to marry her, or take her away from this. And that realization filled her with humiliation. Click here to read the rest of this story (229 more lines)
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