“Severinus,” she whispers taking one long gulp as the blood drips into her gapping mouth, her lips dry and brittle from the cool damp air beating against her soft face. Her body shudders under his touch, the cool of his body mixing with the air and chilling her to no end. She shudders frantically as if having a seizure and finally settles next to the well placing a small dirty palm on his freshly shined boot trying to raise herself before him. He had always expected the girls to be in tip top shape on his visits and this time was no different.

She leverages herself on the well and tries to sit up and regain the dignity and composure a Turkish girl should always have and even more ladylike in his presence. She positions her back against the wall and straightens her small thin but ample frame, smoothing her dress to calm the wrinkles despite the dirt, a red ring donning the linen showing the tracing of where huge spots of blood had been. She smoothes her hair back from her face making visible the bruises and water soaked cuts that look on the brink of infection while he kneels next to her with a crooked brow studying her movements as he always had waiting on her to comment further.

She is embarrassed at her sight before him but mustered up the strength to speak no matter, having seen his wrath before in the brothel. “Madame Natalia, Sir. I was finally forced to give up my virginity and it was quite brutal. I passed out from all the blood and I woke up in this well. I just climbed out recently,” she says with great clarity and poise despite her current predicament. She stands slowly still smoothing her dress rolling the bottom of the dress neatly and pulling the damp decrepit item over her head to expose her naked form. She knew how much he valued perfection and would often seek to inspect the girls of the brothel for approval and he often requested to inspect her.

She neatly folds and smoothes the dress to the side of the well and stood shivering in the wooded area still attempting to maintain her poise in front of him, her body doused in scares and cuts from the struggle, dark bruises showing through the dirt as she speaks eloquently, “I do apologize for my appearance, Sir. If it had been my choice, I would be in the form that you are most pleased with seeing me in. I have never been at this….point with you and I am very unsure of what to do.” She clasps her hands in front of her damp and tatter folds still feeling a bit of pain in that area not wanting him to see the deep wound in the crease of her pelvis.