The Virgin Whore (An Erotic Novel)

Chapter 2 - Noose

You're crazy, you're talking to your own thoughts.

I sighed, reminiscing about him. His sculpted body, sharp features, deep chocolaty eyes that absorb your soul. And his magical touch that could turn me into a quivering wreck within seconds...

Every single one of his gorgeous features would be engraved into my mind for the rest of my life.

It was true what he said, 'you will always remember this night as the best in your short, miserable existence.'

And it was true. It ended way too prematurely, but his stallion cock was certainly the highlight of my life at the minute. That plus the 200 guineas I had in my possession. Yeah, that was pretty nice too.

I eventually drifted off to sleep, clutching the poster of him to my chest and slept peacefully, dreaming about him and being with him, all night.

I woke up the next morning to someone knocking on the door. Rubbing my eyes and stretching lazily, I eventually moved towards the door and opened it, probably looking exactly like a sloth to the barmaid.

"I thought you'd be hungry, so I brought you up some cawl," she said. "It normally costs an extra two pence for lodgers to get fed, so don't get used to it."

The woman was quite big and had a hard, reddened face. She looked like she had never smiled in her life, but I felt a sense of compassion radiate off her and I immediately liked her.

"Thank you so much," I said, wiping some eye boogers on my nightshirt before taking the tray of food off her.

She grunted something as she turned around and walked off.

I shut the door with my foot and laid the tray on the table before grabbing a clean dress from the wardrobe and putting it on. I also decided in that moment to go shopping later on and treat myself to a new dress and shoes.

Later on, after I'd eaten my food, I took some money with me and walked to the town where most of the shops were. It reminded me a lot of London, but it was a lot more busy.

I could barely see two feet ahead of me with the massive swarm of people around me. Maybe something was going on today. I was nearing the town square, so maybe there was something special going on today. It was very noisy too.

I snaked my way through the crowd until I got a clearer view of the sectioned off area. Now it was clear what was happening. I'd seen it happen in London too.

Three men each dressed in white linen with a white linen hood pulled over their faces and a rope around their necks. Their hands were tied behind their backs and their feet sat humbly on top of a hollow platform as they awaited their deaths.

But as I looked more closely, one of them was stood on a tall crate to make up for his height. A child.

How old? Nine? Ten? What had someone so young done to deserve to be put to death?

Several drummers vigorously thrashed on their instruments as a man clad in the King's uniform began reading some garbage from a scroll. I switched off for the most part. It was just the same old stuff I'd heard before, back in London. The interesting part was finding out what crimes they were guilty of.

I had watched a man hang once before. He had refused to wear a face covering, so I was able to watch the life drain from the parasite's unregretful eyes while he choked to death. I wanted to watch him die because of the crimes he'd willingly committed, and the way he showed no signs of regret or remorse, even down to his very last breath I could tell he was proud of himself. I enjoyed watching him slip into a slow, painful death. Rapist. Child molester. Murderer.