Velaris Archeron was the light in her three older sisters' dim life.
When their life is threatened as war approaches, Velaris and her sisters' life will change forever.
When her true identity is revealed, will Velaris' light be ruined by darkness? O...
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Drapetomania is the overwhelming urge to run away and there is no better word to describe how Velaris Archeron felt every time she entered the brothel.
Velaris was known for her otherworldly beauty. As a young girl, the first thing people will notice when they look at her is her unique violet eyes and ruby red hair. Men saw her as a toy and a tool for pleasure, and women were immensely jealous of that.
But Velaris never appreciated the attention. Never didn't like that everywhere she went, no matter how dirty and poor she was or the many attempts to make her seem mundane and average, men would look at her with hunger and lust.
Her beauty was her biggest flaw in her eyes. Her biggest weakness.
That was until at the age of fourteen. She was walking down the pavement in her village when a rich man approached her.
"Hey, there darling, what a beautiful girl like you doing in a poor village like this?" He asked, a playful smirk on his face.
A question she was accustomed to at this point
Velaris shifted, uncomfortable. She mumbled in response, "I live in this village, sir."
"You do? Well, in that case, I assume you and your family are in need of money, correct?"
"Yes, we are, why?"
"You know what sweetheart? Go to the red door on the back of the market in your village and I assure you, you will find a place where you can earn a hefty sum of coins and help your family. If you do decide to try, tell whoever you see that you're looking for Vincent. They will show you where I am."
Velaris was confused as to why he wanted her to work for him, she was young and inexperienced. She was happy she could help her Feyre provide for her family so she gave him a nod and a smile and walked away.
Velaris contemplated whether or not she should go to the ominous red door for the entire day. The moment she heard Feyre was preparing to go and hunt food again, she knew she should take his offer. And so when night came and her sisters were asleep, Velaris went to Vincent.
To this day, Velaris wasn't sure if it was the biggest mistake in her life or the best decision she's ever made.
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Velaris found herself in a brothel. She knew that the moment she stepped into the place Vincent directed her to and saw women serving drinks and dancing on iron poles with lingerie.
When she went to leave, Vincent approached her saying "Hey sweetheart, glad you could make it."
Velaris quickly replied "Look, I'm not a prostitute okay?" anger coating her voice.
"Why not? You need the money, don't you? I can get Madam Evangeline to talk with you and your family will never starve again." Velaris hesitated at that. She loved her family far too much and was forever grateful they saved her as a baby and took her in. Grateful that her sisters treat her as if she was of the same blood to this day. "I-I don't know."
"Give it a try, I will give you 50 gold marks for thirty minutes in one of the rooms." Velaris was shocked by that. 50 gold marks will last their family a whole month if they use it correctly.
"One hour and then I leave. If I want to stop, we stop, understood?" Vincent quickly put his hands up and nodded in agreement.
Vincent walked her to a beautiful room, with red walls, a giant soft bed and a dresser to its right, a pole to the left, and a black love seat near the dresser filled with lingerie and sex toys.
"Take your clothes off," he demanded, making her panic.
Seeing the panic in her eyes, Vincent came closer and gently stroked her hair, "Don't worry, you're beautiful. Now take your clothes off."
She took her clothes off and was now standing in front of him, fully naked. Vincent pulled his pants slightly down, his cock springing out. He forced her to her knees, pulling her down by her shoulders. Before she could even object, Vincent thrust his cock inside her mouth, groaning as she gagged on his cock and fisting her hair.
Velaris had tears in her eyes as he forced himself down her throat.
She tried tapping on his thigh and pushing him away to get him to stop, already regretting her decision but he fisted her hair in his hands forcing her to still as he thrust roughly in her mouth choking her. When he finally finished, he forced her to swallow his cum.
Velaris stayed on her knees as he pulled his pants up. She stayed on her knees as he tossed 50 gold marks on the bed and she stayed like that, feeling violated and ashamed for what seemed like hours until a woman walked into the room.
The woman looked about 40 years old yet beautiful, with no crinkles in sight. The woman sighed upon seeing the girl's state before crouching in front of her and taking her chin roughly. "Listen to me girl, I take care of my own. If you choose to stay, choose to survive, and become the strong woman I know you can be, I will help you. Do you understand me?"
Velaris nodded her head saying "I will stay" knowing that despite the awful experience she had just gone through, she needed the money—badly.
The woman told her her name was Madam Evangeline and offered her a job. "Listen, hun, I'm not gonna lie, there will be worse times than this. Men are disgusting creatures but they are also stupid. Us women are cunning and intelligent, so we use our nature and beauty to our advantage and pull them in, making them pay for the pleasure we give them. I will teach you how to seduce, and in turn, you will give me 30 percent of your earnings." The harshness in the woman's eyes reminded her of Nesta, her beautiful vicious sister—the same sister who's starving her life away. Velaris took the offer and made a deal with the Madam, officially becoming a prostitute at the Rosewood brothel.
After talking a little more to the madam—her madam, she snuck back to her family's cottage, getting into bed next to Nesta who immediately held her youngest sister closer.
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Velaris was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the whistles of men as she danced on the pole in the brothel with a black thong and a black lace top that barely covered her now heavy breasts.
She had gotten used to it. The whistles, the grabbing and the bruises left on her body barely had any time to heal before new ones joined.
After two years of working as a prostitute in the brothel, managing to avoid her sisters' questions about the job she got—claiming she worked as an assistant for a seamstress while knowing very well that her three protective sisters would skin her alive if they found out the truth.
Velaris was no longer a naive young girl with dreams and stars in her eyes. She had perfected the mask of a cunning temptress at the brothel and a naive clueless girl at home. She was still the same loving person with her sisters and that was no mask. But she always hid the way she felt, the nightmares she had of her hardest experiences at the brothel, and made sure that whenever her trauma came too close to the surface. she would walk deep in the forest and scream the years of rage contained in her body. No one could hear her.
