Heidi and the Lord

Chapter 142: Misdeeds- Part 3

Heidi clutched her hands around the iron rods in anger, “Come back right here, you bastard! I will make sure you rot in hell before you even try to sell or touch me! The Lord will kill you for this!”

Mr. Wilford laughed, “We don’t have a lord, Ms. Curtis,” he took out a cigar and lit it while laughing before leaving the floor.

“I meant- Lord Nicholas,” she gritted her teeth together, conscious about the fact that no matter how much she screamed nothing would change except for her losing her energy. She could still feel the sting on her arm where the leather had touched her skin.

She banged her forehead lightly on the rods of the caged cell. She had spent almost a week in this place and her mind had begun drifting towards insanity. She didn’t know how long she would last and with Mr. Wilford who had ordered the head guard to check the ‘goods’, she wasn’t sure what to do.

Unable to sit still in one place, she walked back and forth in the tiny cage. Looking at the narrowed corridors once in a every few minutes even when no footsteps were heard and when they did echo, her heart felt like it was slipping out of her chest. She shivered, unsure if it was due to the cold or the fear which had come to join her loneliness. Too tired after a while, Heidi went to sit down on the ground as the silence tried to lull her to sleep. With time that didn’t matter in the darkness of the isolated cells, she fell asleep until she heard a faint sound of keys getting jingled. Opening her eyes, she saw it was the head guard who had appeared on his owners orders. Scooting away and getting up to stand she saw the head guard give her smug smile whilst she stood in her place, gauging his movements.

“You still haven’t given me my bullets back,” stated the guard, leaving the keys hanging in the lock.

“I don’t have them. Why don’t you go and have a look in the other slaves room instead,” Heidi response made the man raise an eyebrow at her with the sudden change of tone in her voice.

“What is this? The slave found confidence. Didn’t you hear what Mr. Wilford told?” he asked her, reminding her place in these four walls. He placed the rod down on the ground as well as pulling out his belt to loosen the slacks he wore, “You are nothing but a slave here. If needed we can also make sure you never leave this place. Ever.”

Heidi smiled before it fell off her lips, “Not like I didn’t leave before.”

“Act as brave as you want but tonight you will be my slut who will spread her legs like a whore,” the man spit on the ground, he inched closer to her with every word he spoke, “You know what is so good about the establishment? No one is blamed here. People are brought in and pushed here under our mercy. And we here are the Gods who rule and don’t get questioned outside. I mean no one would even doubt why you were raped over and over because it’s not like we knew you were someone important. But don’t you worry,” he caught hold of her jaw tightly in his hand and the man was strong, his other hand caught hold of her hand, “We will put on a sorry face to show you that we weren’t aware,” and he tried kissing her while Heidi struggled.

Though the head guardsman was no vampire, he was a bulky man, a man who had managed to pin Heidi under him, on the ground. She thrashed under him, pushing him away while moving her legs non-stop in a constant struggle and when her leg did manage to kick his stomach, the guard dropped a punch on her face. For a few seconds, her head buzzed with the impact of time where the man tried to shred the slave clothes she wore, his hands moving everywhere on her body. At the same moment she digged her nails into his skin, skin deep as much as she could making him cry out with the skin that was scraped out of his arms.

“You little!” he cursed her when she tried crawling away from him in an effort to get out of the cell but he dragged her right back into the cell by pulling her ankle.

The hair pin that she had been carrying with herself fell on the ground with a dull sound and Heidi picked it up. In time when she was forced to face him, she gripped the pin tightly in her hand before sicking it right into the man’s eyes making him yelp and cry in pain.

“Argh! My eye! My eye!!” he screamed in agonizing pain at his lost eye.

He again tried pulling her towards him. Heidi struggled to get her hand on the rod he had placed on the ground, kicking his face with her legs turned out to be futile and she had to use all her strength with every ounce of will to reach the rod. And when she did reach it, she didn’t let it go. With all might, she struck the rod against his head. But the guard was no ordinary guard, he was persistent in getting it even with the slave.

Not giving up, Heidi continued with one blow of the rod after another at his head until the man moved like a dying insect. But that didn’t stop her from hitting the man. Drops of blood splattered on her face, the dull garment she wore began to get soaked in the ink of red as the man laid dead on the ground.

“Heidi,” at the sudden voice that had intruded the scene, out of fear she picked the rod to strike whoever it was to only be stopped as the person caught hold of the blood dripping rod.

“That’s enough,” Nicholas spoke to her gently, his eyes holding the softness and warmth that made her realize what she had just done. Tears began to form in her eyes. Taking the rod away from her hand he threw it to one corner of the cell. Placing the palm of his hand on her cheek, he noticed the black circles that had formed around her eyes along with the bruises. Deciding to let her rest, he used one of his ability and soon Heidi fell unconscious in his arms.

Carrying her in his arms, he spoke, “You did well, Heidi. Now let me handle matters from here.”