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Escape from the Erotica Palace (Part 1 of 4)

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Escape from the Erotica Palace
Shichigatsu's Weekly Short Story

    

     Intro: My fourth weekly story takes place in the medieval era of an imaginary West Continent, where I started with Sophie's point-of-view, she's a young orphan who wandered on markets and streets before someone found her and took her to the palace in order to be a concubine of  the King Iglesios.
     
     Please don’t commercially reproduce it without permission from the author, aka me :)  For any other usage, T-mail or email me first at. As usual, please hide it from your under-age kids :) And as usual again, it’s fictional. Any similarity with names, places and events are purely coincidental. Enjoy!

Part 1 of 4

Euroteca (West Continent), 1417 A.D (Medieval Era)

     I lived in the center city of the Kingdom of Euroteca. My name's Sophie, and I had no family name. I was just a poor 17-year orphan girl who 'worked' at a local market. I didn't have any family nor home, I did everything I could to stay alive and fill my hungry stomach. Hardly, everyday I looked everywhere for any meal leftovers under the cafe tables or just a penny dropped by rich customers. I wore a very simple, dirty, torn dress that I found in the trash container behind a garment shop. I was nothing but an abandoned person in the society, close to a beggar, almost considered unworthy being in the ever busy world...

     I never attended a school, but I enjoyed reading every sheets of any used newspapers that I found on streets. I had my own wishes to be someone that's meaningful for others. At the age of seventeen, I was alone, without friends or lover. I needed no man, because I knew that I wasn't a pretty girl. Nothing attractive, for I had no money to buy better clothes or shoes. I rarely enjoyed hot bath or good food.
     
     Although I was poorly nourished, some of the market's customers looked at me with their sympathy... Especially men. They were looking at me with their deep, bold, naughty eyes. Some were kind to me; shared his food or just gave a piece of bread. I ate, and the giver usually wanted nothing in return.
     "Sophie, you're a kind girl... You can eat as much as you want if you come to my place..." some of the men offered me to visit him, but I often refused. I didn't want to have a moral debt to anyone, especially men...
     "Sophie, let me take you to a hairdressser, and let me buy some clothes. You're a beautiful woman, can't you see? You deserve better life than to wander in streets and markets."
     I knew, sometimes I went to see my own reflections on the clear river in front of the market; I looked at a face of brown-haired girl with sky-blue eyes; even that she's dirty, but she's not bad or ugly either. There was something special inside me. Men loved me...

     One day, I knew that Iglesos, our King would celebrate his birthday again. It was a public secret in the Kingdom of Euroteca always had to choose new concubines every year. He was a lustful man with a strong will. Every citizen, rich or poor, felt afraid if he travelled across the town on his royal carriage. They bowed down to the ground with respect... not because of his charisma, but more because of their fear. Iglesos might behead or execute any of the people he didn't like, included they who opposed his commands. And many of the parents who had beautiful daughters tried to hide their girls during this period, because they didn't want the king to take them away...

     I wasn't afraid of being chosen as his harem, that's because I was nothing but a poor-looking young woman, meaningless like the grey sand on the dirty beach. Many other ladies were better than me; fine, healthy and clean, so there was no reason for Iglesos the king to choose someone like me... "If they catch me, surely I'll be the last girl in the row!"
     But I was wrong...

     That day, I was wandering alone in the streets, looking for a piece of food when a woman suddenly came to me and said...
     "You're the thief! I saw you took my purse at the market yesterday! Ran away to enjoy my money... Naughty girl! Return that to me, you lil' slut!" she looked very angry and tried to grab my neck...
     I was very afraid... "No, Maam... I don't understand at all... You got the wrong person, I'm not a thief... I didn't do that... Really... Please release me."
     "Don't lie to me, you won't be able to escape... return that purse to me, or I'll put you behind bars!"
     She kept pulling me, I struggled, tried to save myself from the rough lady... but accidentaly, my old dress was torn.
     There, I was being humiliated, lying on the streets with torn clothes, everyone around me could saw my back and shoulders, also my peeking cleavage... I felt ashamed....
     The woman started to kick me with her shoes, hit me with a piece of long stick and yelled loudly, "THIEF! THIEF!" to make me even more humiliated. The crowd was watching us, but it seemed that they enjoyed the show... no one was going to help me. So I lied down, tried to protect my head with my bloody, bruised arms, and prepared to lose my consciousness...

     "STOP! Please let go the poor girl!"
     That loud male voice was the last thing I heard before I passed out, lying helplessly on the street with fresh blood all over my almost-bare body...

     "Where... am I?"
     "The king's chamber..." a voice replied.
     "Oh...." I tried to open my eyes... I was lying on a very comfy bed, half naked... only some dressings on my wound. The one beside me was an elderly woman, she treated me with care.
     "Please don't move, you've been injured, but the King said that you had to be treated here until you recovered."
     "What about the fierce woman who attacked me..." I remembered her, and I still felt so scared, as my body began to shake and tremble...
     "Don't worry My Child, she had been taken to the prison. The king didn't want an old lady like that.... Maybe Iglesos will execute her for her mistake; hitting a beautiful young lady..."

     The king... I wander why he did this to me. And who was the savior? I felt afraid; this was the place that I hated... I didn't like the king, I didn't want to end up here as his concubine...
     "You'll be safe here, the king had ordered his best attendant to take care of you. You'll be among the girls that he had been chose early this morning. You should be thankful,"

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