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Wait, there is a light. (part three)
Much like the single row of chairs the girls sat in, they walked in single file, heading back to their respective rooms. There were five rooms in the hall, each room housing two girls. Viktor’s house was nothing short of being a mansion, at times feeling crowded, then as if the endless halls and rooms might eat them alive. Natalia’s room was in a separate hall, and she had her own room. Despite all of the special favors she received, Viktor never slept with her in her room. Nor did he sleep in the rooms of any of the other girls. Natalia always had to ask permission, though it was doubtful Viktor would ever decline. It was obvious to the other girls that this sometime irked her, but it was also noted that Viktor would do anything to remind them all he was in control.
Their bare feet shuffled across the floor, tired and careless. The blonde girl slipped quietly into her room, going straight to her bed and letting her body fall lifelessly on it. She exhaled loudly, the warmth of her breath making her cheeks feel slightly uncomfortable, so she rolled over and stared at the ceiling. The door opened for a second time, but the blonde didn’t look up. Barely shoulder length light brown hair, small nose, and light pink lips. Sharp hazel eyes much like a cat’s. Her name was Lidiya.
“Oh Aleksandra, I…” she started, and the blonde girl sat up. She lightly ran her fingers over her left thigh, feeling a twinge of pain and heat from inflammation.
“I couldn’t control myself...” Lidiya admitted, pacing around the room with her shorts still unbuttoned.
“It’s okay Lid… he couldn’t see us.”
“But the other girls! I…”
“They will mind their own. We’re all in the same situation aren’t we? Let’s go take a shower.”
For Aleksandra, the only time she ever felt somewhat normal was when she took a shower. For a few minutes, her worry would melt away, with the steam rising up or maybe down the drain with the rest of the dirt and grime she collected throughout the day. The shower was a collective one, but much more decorative and sanitary. The sound of their feet slapping on wet tiles echoed in the shower, an awkward break to the silence that hung over them. Aleksandra studied Lidiya’s backside, from her small shoulders, to her tiny waist, to her lower backside. She then thought about Natalia’s naked form, and wondered why Viktor would have such varying tastes. Lidiya turned, and facing Aleksandra now, she caught her staring.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked, embarrassment creeping in her cheeks.
“Sorry,” Aleksandra muttered, and quickly turned around. Lidiya noticed the red marks on Aleksandra’s thighs, and stepped closer to have a better look.
“Are you okay?” she asked, as she knelt down and inspected the four half moon marks embedded in her skin.
“Yeah, I...” Aleksandra started, feeling her own cheeks getting flushed.
“You should clean it…” Lidiya suggested. She stood up again, searching Aleksandra’s face for clues.
“Right..”
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