The Dragon Of Castmere: The Flaming Beacon

Khan's POV“Three more beers!” One disgruntled piece of shit ordered.

“Khan?! Go and serve him now!” Lady Charlotte growled.

I hissed, adjusting the dirty apron that was around my waist, and I filled three cups with beers, moving over to his position.

“Get three large pieces of steak while you're at it.” He growled as I dropped his order.

I hate it here. I always have, but this place has sheltered me. I've lived here all my life, at least since the time I gained my own consciousness. Lady Charlotte was my owner in a way, and I've known nothing more than this diner.

I grumbled as I got what he wanted, and then I handed it over. He slapped my butt as I walked away. I closed my eyes, clenched my fist and almost broke the tray.

Lady Charlotte had stopped using ladies because she somehow has a vendetta against men, and letting the men she hates so much slap the buttocks of her workers only annoys her the most.

I worked my hours calmly and in anger. My chest hurt as I had my first meal of the day when it was already so dark.

“So, how much did you make today? How much were you tipped?” Jeffery, another of Lady Charlotte's workers asked.

“Tsk,” I tutted, taking a pause from eating, “let me have some peace?”

“What's with the mood?” He hissed, turning his back to arrange the shelves.

“I'm just tired.” I growled as the food lost its taste. “I'm tired of this life. I can't keep doing this.”

“I saw that you almost beat up one of the customers today.” He chuckled, and I hissed in return, feeling my stomach boil in anger.

“I just might because I can't keep enduring this.” I sighed.

“You should tread carefully. No one really cares about anyone here. You need to forge a path for yourself.”

“And how's that working out for you?” I asked, and he shrugged.

“I'll be out of here in a few months. Definitely less than two years.” He shrugged, cleaning some cups. “But until then, I'll take every insult, do whatever I have to do, so that when it eventually happens, it'll come as a total shock to everyone.”

Some people close to us were gossiping about the Flaming Beacon Cult and who their next victim would be since their leader, Liora, had been caught. Usually, I'd be involved in such discussions because it was my daily dose of escape from reality, but today, I didn't want to run from the truth.

A middle aged boy walked in looking dirty and he headed towards me. I sighed as I already knew why he was coming towards me.

“Lady Charlotte wants to see you.” He said, and I sighed.

“Do you know why she wants to see me?” I asked, hoping that it wasn't what I thought.

“I don't know.” The boy shrugged. “She just said to call you.”

I sighed, nodding at him. He took off, and I cleaned my lips, dropping the food.

“I'd advise that you channel that anger into what we both know she wants you to do.” Jeffrey chuckled. “She'd definitely add better amounts.”

“Fuck you man.” I hissed, leaving the bar to lady Charlotte's room. I was about to knock on her door when she called me in.

“Come in, Khan.” She muttered, and I took a deep breath before opening her door.

“You asked for me, lady Charlotte.” I stated, and she chuckled.

“Well, I'm guessing you know why.” She said, standing up from the bed. Her white skin looked like she was bathing with milk and vinegar, gotten off our hard labour and sweat.

“Do you want me to boil water for you to have your bath?” I asked, acting like I was oblivious of the reason she had called me.

“C'mon Khan, don't act naive.” She rolled her eyes, walking past me to lock her door.

She had been doing this since I turned 18. At first, it felt good because I wanted to have sex more than anyone, but now? I just can't do it anymore. It feels more like I have no say in anything that happens with my life.

“I want you to fuck me.” She said immediately she locked the door. “Since you've decided to act like you have no idea of what we plan to do here, I'll say it plainly.”

She held my shoulder from behind me, and her hand grabbed my groin almost immediately. I turned to look at her in anger, totally uninterested in everything she was trying to force.

“I wouldn't like to have anything like that today.” I swallowed hard.

Her nightgown slipped off her body easily, and I shrugged.

“Are you sure you don't want to?” She asked as if she ever gave me a choice.

“I don't want to.” I said, standing on business since I wasn't a bit interested.

“What is the matter?” She asked, holding my face. I couldn't just push her off, or force her away from myself, because it'd be terrible for me.

“I want to be left alone tonight.” I growled for the umpteenth time.

“Well, I want that monster you have down there, so don't think I care about how you feel.” She muttered, and her hand trailed from my shoulder down to my lower abdomen in an attempt to seduce me.

There was no reaction down there. I felt absolutely nothing. Instead, my irritation just grew. My skin crawled with disgust and I felt like vomiting my stomach's content out.

Her hand found its way into my pants, and just when she was about to touch me, I removed her hand, and pushed her a little.

“Ouu… a little aggressive, yeah?” She asked, and it wasn't looking like she'd back off. I had never given her a reason to back off, so why would she easily take it tonight?

“I don't want anything to do with you tonight!” I yelled, turning to leave.

She grabbed my hand, and I yanked it off. The back of my palm grazed her face during the situation, and she somehow fell to the bed.

I decided to remove myself from the situation before it'd escalate. I'd face whatever punishment comes by morning, which would most likely be my wage. She always took out my wage whenever I finished too quickly.

“Argh!!” She yelled from the room, and I was just at the stairs. I thought she was just angry at me, until she ran outside, panting hard and crying with her hair roughed up like she had just undergone intense beating by a much bigger male.

There was blood trickling from her lower lip, and for a split second, I felt concerned and scared, because what could have happened in the space of sixty seconds?

“He raped me!!” She screamed, pointing at me like her life depended on it. She was breathing really hard that I'd have bought her story if it hadn't happened to me.

My eyes widened as she pointed her hands at me. She smirked at me with her half naked body.

“He… He raped me!!” She cried out again, and the men that had gathered out pounced on me without listening to me.