From the Beginning..
"You're going somewhere. One of these days...One of these days..Is it today?"
She heard that same phrase, every morning, until she was nine years old. It was her parent's way of encouraging her to be hopeful. That things really weren't as bad as they seemed.
The two-bedroom apartment was hardly a home, more of a garbage can with furniture. Between the cockroaches and the distinctly fishy smell that omitted from the master bedroom, Kristia couldn't decide which was worse. Even as a small child she recognized the awful conditions her family lived in, but still, it was home. Home was not only a miserable space, but in a miserable location. It was above a hole-in-the-wall bar called, 'Barque's Hearth,' run by Bassion Barque himself. Bassion was a short, repugnant man, with a large belly and not a stitch of hair left on his shiny bald skull. He was known for his loud mouth, gambling baits, and his women.
Especially his women. Short, tall, skinny, fat, young, old - it didn't matter. Any woman could be in the running for becoming one of Bassion's whores, the he found most success with younger girls who'd been sent from their homes to find a proper husband. Instead of the 'chains of marriage', as Bassion would say, he'd offer them a place to live, food, some money, and love.
In exchange, they'd simply have to spread their love, and their legs, to others for a set fee, of which he would retain forty percent of all profits. It didn't really sound so bad, compared to that conditions that some of these women were living in, but realistically Bassion was an abusive pump, who raped women of their money and dignity. For all his faults, Bassion was quite the business man. Which is how Kristia and her family came to be living above his rotten bar to begin with. She was only seven when she first met Bassion, her younger sister Kaylyn was six, and her eldest sister, Gwynlyn, was nine. Before this, her parents had simply moved all three girls from one place to the next, they never stayed anywhere longer then a few months. So when Kristia's parents stepped into the bar, asking for board in exchange for labor around the establishment. Bassion, however, had a different idea. His greedy bug eyes locked onto Gwnylyn, who even as a child was quite a sight. The only blond girl between the other two redheads, she stuck out like a sore thumb. She was fair skinned, and her tiny eyes and lips looked as if they had been hand painted onto her, much like a perfect doll. A place to live, for however long it took for the family to get back on their feet, in exchange for Gwynlyn being turned over to him as soon as she had reached her teenage years. They didn't even take a moment to discuss, the agreement was made and a contract was signed. Kristia never saw Gwnylyn get turned over to Bassion, because she left home before then. She was given another way out.
"You're going somewhere. One of these days...One of these days..Is it today?"
She heard that same phrase, every morning, until she was nine years old. It was her parent's way of encouraging her to be hopeful. That things really weren't as bad as they seemed.
The two-bedroom apartment was hardly a home, more of a garbage can with furniture. Between the cockroaches and the distinctly fishy smell that omitted from the master bedroom, Kristia couldn't decide which was worse. Even as a small child she recognized the awful conditions her family lived in, but still, it was home. Home was not only a miserable space, but in a miserable location. It was above a hole-in-the-wall bar called, 'Barque's Hearth,' run by Bassion Barque himself. Bassion was a short, repugnant man, with a large belly and not a stitch of hair left on his shiny bald skull. He was known for his loud mouth, gambling baits, and his women.
Especially his women. Short, tall, skinny, fat, young, old - it didn't matter. Any woman could be in the running for becoming one of Bassion's whores, the he found most success with younger girls who'd been sent from their homes to find a proper husband. Instead of the 'chains of marriage', as Bassion would say, he'd offer them a place to live, food, some money, and love.
In exchange, they'd simply have to spread their love, and their legs, to others for a set fee, of which he would retain forty percent of all profits. It didn't really sound so bad, compared to that conditions that some of these women were living in, but realistically Bassion was an abusive pump, who raped women of their money and dignity. For all his faults, Bassion was quite the business man. Which is how Kristia and her family came to be living above his rotten bar to begin with. She was only seven when she first met Bassion, her younger sister Kaylyn was six, and her eldest sister, Gwynlyn, was nine. Before this, her parents had simply moved all three girls from one place to the next, they never stayed anywhere longer then a few months. So when Kristia's parents stepped into the bar, asking for board in exchange for labor around the establishment. Bassion, however, had a different idea. His greedy bug eyes locked onto Gwnylyn, who even as a child was quite a sight. The only blond girl between the other two redheads, she stuck out like a sore thumb. She was fair skinned, and her tiny eyes and lips looked as if they had been hand painted onto her, much like a perfect doll. A place to live, for however long it took for the family to get back on their feet, in exchange for Gwynlyn being turned over to him as soon as she had reached her teenage years. They didn't even take a moment to discuss, the agreement was made and a contract was signed. Kristia never saw Gwnylyn get turned over to Bassion, because she left home before then. She was given another way out.