Prometheus in Chains
Jenny sat by Master Torquil’s side. He knew she trusted him because he loved Gemma, and Gemma loved him, so he wasn’t interested in Jenny in that way at all. He knew that he looked huge and intimidating, with his bald head and Celtic tattoos, but he knew, too, he was comforting to have as a friend, and she seemed to need every friend she could get.
“I need to speak to you when I have my break,” he said.
“Very well, Master Torquil.”
When he got to back to the bar, she was waiting. He got his bottle of water and took her over to one of the sofas. He noticed that Prometheus’s eyes followed their every move.
“Jenny, you’re fond of Master Prometheus, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, Master Torquil, I am.”
“Then what’s stopping you taking it further?”
“I don’t want to be alone with any man, not even Master Prometheus.”
“What has he done to you?”
“It wasn’t him, Master Torquil. It was in another club. But I don’t trust anyone since then.”
“Tell me, Jenny wren!” he said, using the name Master Prometheus had always used for her. Hesitantly, she did.
“That is terrible, Jenny. I can’t believe those two were real Doms. Safe, sane, and consensual is the code most of us live by. They seem never to have heard of it to inflict such abuse on you.”
Torquil was appalled at the abuse and the threats. She hadn’t told him all the details, he was sure. Nor did she name the men involved.
“They were important men in that city, and I’m sure they could do what they threatened, so I kept quiet. I also decided I’d do no more scenes in private, so it could never happen to me again.”
“I don’t know how I am to sort this out, just at the moment,” he said. He didn’t have her permission to tell anyone, so he couldn’t let Prometheus in on the problem. He patted her arm.
“Don’t worry, Jenny wren. I will find a way to sort it out. Let me think about it for a while.”
He saw she looked a bit happier at that and only wished he might come up with some sort of solution. At the moment, he didn’t have a clue how to fix it.
* * * *
In the city centre Jenny finished her shopping and headed to the bus stop. She waited in the queue, feeling uneasy, as if someone was watching her. As she mounted the bus steps she looked behind her but saw no one she recognised. She tried to shake off the feeling, telling herself it was stupid, that no one was there, but it persisted. At her stop she got off the bus and hurried down the street, pausing for nothing until she locked the flat door behind her and leaned against it. “Safe.” She breathed a sigh of relief as she checked the padlock again. She was going to the club later on and, as she felt uneasy, she ordered a taxi. When it arrived she put on her long raincoat, belted it tightly around her waist, and locked the flat door behind her. She looked up and down the street before getting into the taxi. There were a few parked cars and another taxi waiting in the street, but no one was about. She saw no one and berated herself for being scared and worrying about nothing. It must have been brought on by all the thinking about what had happened to her and trying to decide what to do about Master Prometheus.
The taxi dropped her off at the club entrance, and she hurried across the dimly lit car park into the main entrance hall.
“Hello, Jenny, you’re out of breath. What’s the matter? You look flustered,” Linda said.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just hurried through the car park.”
“Yes, it is dimly lit. Master Prometheus is having better security lighting installed this week. That’s not before time. After what happened when Fiona was assaulted by Gordon.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea.” Jenny took her coat off in the locker room and combed her hair. I do look flustered. She took a few deep, calming breaths and walked out of the locker room.
“Hello, whore.” She recognised the voice. She’d never forget it. She whirled round. It was Jim’s friend. Her knees buckled, and she fainted.