(Trigger Alert)

Warning - Sexual harassment (please be aware of sexual harassment from the middle of the chapter, I would leave a small note of warning in the starting paragraph and at the end, this (###) would be the sign, refrain from reading if you're not comfortable with it) none of the scenes of sex were elaborated, only the emotions.

Avyanna, March 17, 1863, part 5.

"you."

What? I thought I heard them wrong but they all smiled wickedly, the words 'you, you, you!' It Rang a nullifying sound in my ears.

"Pardon me, my lord, I think I heard you wrong, what is it they want my lord?" I asked again, hoping he would name a meal but I was wrong.

"I beg to differ, my lady, you heard it right initially."

No, no, no, this couldn't happen. I could tell they are not joking. their lusty eyes spoke more volumes than their venomous lips. I instantly asked them, taking a few steps back from them, "you can't have me, I'm married."

"We don't see your husband rejecting the notion," answered the man in a suit.

They were monsters disguised in suits and expensive watches, devils veiled in wealth. I looked at my husband for help, but he was smiling encouragingly at me. My tormentor found happiness in my discomfort, and I knew he was back inside my husband now for his smile morphed into his uncanny smirk. I am in this on my own, I regretted sending Viv away. She warned me to be vigilant.

"My lady, they wanted you since the moment you walked down on the stairs with this magnificent dress," informed my tormentor.

"You look very fetching in the dress, we wanted to see how pleasing you are without it," inserted William.

"Please save me, my lord," I started begging, tears streamed down my face.

"Aw, my fierce lady, don't you put up a fight before submitting like every other day my lady?" he taunted.

"Please," I sobbed, begging was what's left to me, fighting against these men would only make their little game more interesting, I wouldn't give them that satisfaction. I saw one of them locking the door, and I knew I'm trapped but I will not give up easily, so I ran.

I ran to the door and tried to unlock it but my effort was put to waste when my tormentor dragged me to the bed, he lifted his hands and slapped on my face, he was furious, his eyes stormed fire and I was sure that there was no escaping.

"You do what I tell you to do wife," he screamed.

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The men's surrounded me like lions hurdling cattle, while I stood miserably in the middle. William made the first move, he started to undo my zip, I elbowed him on the stomach and tried to dodge their filthy touches but I was one against fourteen of them, they liked the chase. William was equally furious after my futile fight, he dumped me on the bed.

They took hold of my hand and legs while I struggled to let myself free, they tore my dress apart, bastards were them all. I laid naked amongst the fourteen dressed men, I felt ashamed of myself. I could feel my fire dying within me along with the goodness that I have stored within.

They took their turns, ignoring my screams. they enjoyed my sobs and struggles, my husband a part of it, he humiliated and tortured my body but it wasn't only my body that went numb. When the sun rose high, it wasn't only the darkness that left, the light that I harbored over years, without paying any heed for the pain that surrounded me, vanished with it.

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The sun rays irritated my eyes, the room was destroyed, my eyes were hot due to the lack of sleep, my body aching in unknown ways. I took my lord's hands away from my body and got up from the bed, many of my husband's friends left after they got what they wanted, few remained to have another taste of the game they started but by the time they went for another round, I was numb, my body and voice lifeless but I remained awake, storing all the memories of the night safely in my mind.

I hoarded the memories of the bastard's features, their names, and details. Some lived in the town next to us but the others were traders who only gathered when there was any celebration in the rich families held. From the way they spoke with my husband I remarked that I wasn't their first victim, there should have been many innocent's before me for they were very familiar with their routine, about the turns among them.

Mostly, I stored the conspiracy of my lord, he started it, and I will be the one to end their games.

I walked to the mirror naked, I don't feel ashamed anymore neither did I feel sad for what happened, instead I felt anger, the venomous, malicious kind of anger. The longing to avenge the death of my soul burned vigorously in my mind, it blocked every other emotion that my heart whispered, nonetheless, I intend to listen to what my mind says.

Only the evil could survive this dark world, for it was never constant, doesn't the earth rotates all the time? Never settling only for the sun.

I walked past the snoring Wiliam and the bulky Carl Willington to my wardrobe, fetching the first dress that my hands touch, and went to bath. After getting dressed in a gown I walked down to the farm, where my worried friend will be hoarding.

I felt naked while walking around the maids, some of them smiled secretively at me, most likely they could have heard the screams last night, or maybe I was deluding, I hoped for the latter. I walked straight to the farm, nodding at the few maids in acknowledgment. The path was muddy, soiled with cow dung. I gathered my skirt and went towards the sheep, there she was, milking.

"Viv," I called out to her.

She was shocked and worried at the same time, but she masked her worry and curtsied, "my lady! Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Yes Viv, I want information about something."

"Anything for you, my lady," she answered politely, she was dishearted from my yelling but she tried to do her work, her friendship at bay. Vivienne was the only one I could trust and the only one I believe who cares about my wellbeing, I realized how rude I was yesterday. She was right, I should have been vigilant and in front of the guests.

"What is the name of the cosmetic and how soon can it be made?"

"It's called Aqua Toffana, made by a woman named Guilia Toffana. We can get them in a couple of days," she smiled at me, knowing very well that I'm siding with her plan but she didn't know why I'm agreeing to it. I could bet she will murder them all if she knew what happened.

"They should die Viv, slowly and painfully. Hast the products my friend."

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Quick info - The dose of Aqua Toffana really did exist in the 16s, made by Guilia Toffana in form of cosmetics and holy water, she was the woman who killed nearly 600 men in history.

if you are interested in knowing more about why she did it, google her up guys!