The Fruits of Earth - Part 12
Sunday, January 27, 2019
“Wait here, my dear, and Jull will come to you.”
I am grateful that Madame leaves me alone for a while. I started to get dizzy and a curios warmth has encompassed my upper body. I sit on the sofa and try to calm down. A good night sleep would be welcomed at this time, but I have to stay alert.
Five tormented minutes pass by and then the other door opens and Jull enters the room. He wears a robe now, but he is still handsome without the gala attire.
As I watch him, he moves closer and closer. I am fascinated by his looks. His glance is fiery and it has a paralyzing effect on me. He sits near me and reaches out with his hand. He touches my body and feels me all over. This is really unsettling and I’m starting to get nervous. I sit up and back away instinctually.
Jull follows me and holds my hand, then he forces a kiss out of me. He uses his tongue to touch mine and I can taste he’s been drinking the same amber potion I did. I wrinkle my nose and back away again. This is not going as expected.
Pleased with his deeds and with a smirk on his face, Jull uncovers himself naked and advances towards me. He has this… thing that looks like an extension of his body. The scene seems so unreal and I’m so scared that I can’t move.
When he is near me, Jull pushes me on the bed, in a kind of gentle way, and grabs my left leg. He starts to lick my foot and my calf and at this time I am so frightened I could scream. But then he stops dead in his tracks.
“What is this?” he asks, holding my leg in surprise. “Your taste is wrong.” He starts rubbing the skin on my leg feverishly, spitting on it. “What have you done?”
His tone is now louder. His hand is nearly crushing my calf. The look on his face has changed. He now resembles an angry, monster-like creature. I start kicking my legs so I can get free but I can’t escape his grip. He’s furious now. He grabs my other leg, too, and starts sniffing and licking it. He’s so gross, my stomach turns. I instantly relive the moment Ladeena told me about how seeds are really treated. Could that be true?
“What have you done?” Jull screams, totally transfigured. “You mindless twat! What is this?”
The noise attracts somebody outside the room. They start pounding at the door, shouting words I can’t understand. I am too nauseated, trying to defend myself of this sudden burst of rage that I don’t understand. Jull has since grabbed my hair and slapped me over the face numerous times. I try to scratch his skin into letting me go, but to no avail. He knocks me to the bed, rolls me down, drags me to the floor holding my hair and kicks me hard, over and over again.
I nearly lose consciousness.
In a blur, I see the door opening and the Rands bursting in, followed by Madame and some of the girls and guests. Jull is still holding my hair and starts shouting about me being a fraud and trying to trick him. He points at my legs and tells everybody that my signs are fake. Everyone looks at me in an unkind way, almost disgusted. They start vociferating and pointing fingers. I search among the crowd for at least one friendly face, but see none. Wait, there’s Oleya. I reach my hand toward her.
“Oleya, please help me!”
She is frozen in place.
“Oleya,” I beg. “Please tell them…”
I’ll never forget her reaction. She makes a step further and spits on me. My best friend! She spits on me and turns away.
“Whore!” someone barks.
“Whore! whore!” Others are picking the pace.
More people are entering the room. The crowd becomes more agitated, now resembling an angry bee’s hive. Some are spiting with disgust, others slap or even kick me. They pull my hair and my clothes. I watch all this through a curtain of tears and I beg forgiveness, but no one is impressed. They are beating on me, pulling and throwing and slapping and kicking.
In this moment I faint.
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