After ending the dance with Timothy I went to look for my dear friend, Kathryn. To be honest, I hated the dance. That was an terrible experience. All that staring made my stomach twisted in a knot. I even stepped on his feet.
Not just one time but more than I should have. He may have stayed quite in order to maintain the atmosphere but I'm afraid that he will make an issue out of it.
Can't trust this guy!
My back is literally killing me. Maybe the spine is cracked or broken? Oh God! I wanna sit down—— no lay down on some soft, fluffy, warm bed. The corset is so freaking tight! I can't even breathe.
Who the fuck invented this vile thing?
This stuff is way worse than a bra. Man! I miss my bra. Those soft, padded babies of mine, and those lace ones. How much I crave for them. Damn! I miss them so much. Then moment I came to this time, I had to wear the corset.
It is utterly painful. Living in the 17th century is a hell. It just gets worse and worse. My feet is hurting a lot. It probably got scraped or wrenched badly. The heels aren't like the one I wore in my time. The are not comfortable at all. At least to me.
With such pain and oppression I began my search for Kathryn. She was waiting for me like a lost puppy, all by herself. I wonder where did her husband went. He should have been there accompanying his lovely wife.
What a dickhead.
Can't even spend some time with his wife. Perhaps their relationship isn't that good.
" Back already?" Kathryn asked with a puzzled look as if she wasn't expecting to see me.
" Yeah!" I said in incitement. After all I came running back to her, freeing myself from the grasp of my tyrant husband.
" Oh! Come on Lucy! How could you end it so quickly?" Suddenly Kathryn became solemn. Dark aura began to form near her. A line appeared between her brows which probably means something ominous.
" Is that a problem?" I rolled my eyes in irritation.
Girl, I ditched that douche bag guy, my husband for you——well not for you I was also peeved by him and the pain cause my attire. Yet you are looking unpleasant ?
Is that the correct way of treating your bosom friend?
" Of course it is." Huh? did she just read my mind? " Didn't you look at your husband? his gentle eyes were sincerely beginning you. They were thirsty for your love-"
" Excuse me?" I interrupted, unwillingly.
Her honey dipped words were too much for my poor ears. They had crossed the level of extreme embarrassment long time ago. The last thing I ever want is to have some feelings for that asshole husband of mine. I do no wish to love him or loved by him. I'm gonna use him to obtain my revenge.
Sadly, my interruption didn't work. Kathryn continued her sweet talking.
" His heart was in pain and the only one who could cure him, was you. He wanted to be loved, he wanted to be embraced by you."
The fuck?
What the fuck is wrong with her? Really? And what's with those poetic lines? Does all people from the past talked like that? Man it's so creepy.
I'm having a hard time keeping my foul mouth in control. Just one little nudge and I'm done.
" Dear lord! You make it sound like out of the context. So extravagant. There were no such thing. I simply dislike being with him." I rumbled like storm. Although my voice was not as loud as I wanted it.
There were lots of other people present at the venue. I can not just yell at my friend. People will come here instantly the moment my voice floats in the air. Then it will be a source of a drama or some sort of entertainment for the public.
So much for a friendly fight.
" How rude! How rude" Kathryn mocked at me as if she was trying to scratch my heated brain.
I'm not falling for that. I better try to change the topic immediately before she drags it out.
" Ugh! Whatever. By the way, where did your husband go?" I reversed the card at her. No more talking about my husband. Let's talk about hers. Where did that guy go?
" Uh... he's busy chatting with his people." I hit the right spot. Kathryn replied in a meek voice. Now I feel bad for asking that question. Seems like her marriage is in a tricky situation.
She has everything yet it's empty. Her soul is empty.
Life of noble people are quite tragic. The arrange marriage can not bring joy or love. It's only beneficial for the political matters. For some people it's wealth that favours them from marriage.
It is rather hard to just continue living with some stranger, whom you never met, for the rest of your life. Imagine the amount of time it will take for two unknown people to open up.
Quite tragic indeed.
" Oh? And why isn't he here? Asking you for a dance? Spending some quality time with you?" The only way I can help my friend is to hear about her problems. So, I decided to poke into her not so happy married life.
" He's... busy." She said hesitantly. Her eyes had lost the charm. It looked gloomy, pained, bruised. I hadn't seen such mournful gaze, overflowing with dejection. Her complexion became faded as if the blood was being drained from her fragile body.
" What an absurd excuse!" Okay. I had to yell at her. I can no longer tolerate her misery. She's only making excuses, in front of me?
I'm supposed to be your friend, honey! So open up that damn mouth! " You think I'll believe all these nonsense ? Are you not close with him? You can tell me about it. I may not be a great help but I'll try."
" There's nothing to say, Lucy. It's a common issue for everyone. We don't speak too much or spend time together. My husband isn't a bad guy though. He does care for me." Huh? Care? Sounds like he adopted a cat or dog then just kept on providing for its needs.
You're a human being. You're his lawfully wedded wife. He needs to show love and affection. He can't just ignore you forever. Because it won't be a healthy relationship. Sooner or later he will find a mistress, then BOOM!
He's gonna leave you. That's it. That's the truth.
" Then what? He's not satisfied with the sex?" Only way to keep men under your control is to use your body. Yes, using the body is an art. Ever wonder why so many married dudes visits brothels? Just for some quick fuck?
Tsk,tsk,tsk, absolutely not. I've seen many guys who were married, came for my service. All of them said that they were not satisfied with their wives. Thus they choose to have sex with hookers.
However women of this era are worser than my time. Usually they lays on the bed like a freaking dead body until the guy is finished pouring his seeds. Now where did the fun go?
Indeed, there's no fun in pumping up a lifeless doll. Even if it's the prettiest one. Unless you're a lunatic or some sex addict manic. There's nothing I can do. They will even enjoy doing it with animals.
It's all about having children and how many you can have. What a horrified way of living! Being woman is equal to being a baby making machine.
Thus, guys often goes to whore houses. I mean, not to brag about myself but prostitues are better and experienced in this field.
Anyone would pick a skilled female over a dead body. Nothing shocking about it. I remember how Timothy reacted when I gave a blowjob. Most certainly the oral sex was a big shock to him. But he definitely enjoyed it to his heart content.
" Good heavens! Lucinda! Please hold that tongue of your! I beg you." Kathryn covers my mouth with her hand. My eyes roamed around to observe my surroundings. Thankfully no one was near.
Now, why is she acting like my mother? I'm here to give her some advice on her sex life. If you gonna cover my mouth, how the hell I'm going to speak?
" Hey,hey, I can't help if you hide it away from me. Come on, Kathryn. Speak your heart out. Tell me all those dirty little secrets." Shamelessly I continued to provoke her. She's not ready to sign the deal with devil but I'm not gonna quit until I get victory.
How sad for you Kathryn. Good luck!
" What I'm gonna do with you, Lucy! You're gonna make me insane." Letting our a deep sigh, Kathryn exclaimed.
" Thanks for the compliment." I replied with a sinister grin.
" I wasn't complimenting you." She corrected me.
" So?"
" Fine then. I'll tell you everything later." Finally! The victory is mine. I hereby declare myself as the devil.
" Hmmm. That means I will have to arrange a meeting soon. Right?"
" Yes."
" Great. Ah... since both of our husbands are busy, we should go somewhere and take some rest. My feet is aching like hell." I almost forgot about my pain while talking with her.
" Sure. Let's go."
We went toward the lounge room. The door was shut from inside and light was coming from the little gap in between. One could hear the vexing laughters of the ladies who sat inside the room. However the voices sounded familiar.
" Do you know them Kathryn?" I asked her wondering about those strangers sitting inside. We could see their faces from the little gap.
" They are the Nobel ladies who decided to follow Lady Eleanor. " She replied in a rigid tone. I can feel the amount of hatred in her words.
" Hmm. I see. All of them? "
" Yes." She replied.
Ah! I can do some mischievous things. After all they must be sad knowing the condition of Eleanor. I should show some hospitality. Even Kathryn was ready to help me out.
I can read her expressions neatly. Now that's more like my friend.
Call the fire department because we were set on blowing some smoke right here in this party.
" So, Kathryn, would you like to help me out?" I whispered softly, eagerly waiting for the reply. What will she say?
She won't back out, right?
" Absolutely." Surprisingly she agreed without any hesitation. Such a bold move.
" Lend me your ear, I got a plan." She followed my instructions and we were set on our mission. Those girls will be having some good time I can guarantee it.
~ to be continued