As I watched him leave the room I thought of how I hadn’t really gone out to make money lately and I kind of understood why he needed me to go out and work. The other girls brought money into the house in droves, but what seven of them made in one night full of men, I could make with one man.
I spent the next half an hour destroying the room trying to find something, anything, that told me about our debts but I found nothing. It took me another hour to set the room back exactly as it was and fifteen minutes after that to realize that I still hadn’t seen Wendeline after she had been sent to his room.
I didn’t know where Kerstan had been going when he left, but I suddenly got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and ran out of the room, leaving the door wide open and running as quickly as I could up the main staircase toward Kerstan’s floor.
When I reached his floor, I was out of breath which was kind of embarrassing considering the endurance I had for other things. The embarrassment gave way instantly to curiosity when I heard the sounds of quiet moaning coming from his slightly open door.
I approached quietly and looked through the the slit between the door and the doorway and saw Wendeline naked, face down on the bed, and ass in the air. I raised an eyebrow and opened the door a little more and almost gasped when I saw that Kerstan was fucking her gently. He was fucking Wendeline.
His pants were around his ankles and he still had his hoity toity vest and shirt on, but the way he was moving and the sounds that were coming from her.
Motherfucker, I thought with a twinge of jealousy. He had told me that after me he didn’t want to fuck any of the other girls in the house or anyone else, and here he was taking advantage of one of the girls I loved the most.
His hands gripped her hips tightly as he moved in and out of her. She turned her face slightly and locked eyes with me, tears streaming down her face, silently begging me to get him to stop.
“What the fuck is going on in here?”I yelled, shoving the door wide open.
Kerstan stopped moving and turned to look at me, a glimmer of laughter on his handsome face. He shoved Wendeline off of his dick and reached down for his underwear and pants, pulling them up but not securing them yet. I watched him walk over to the nightstand and grab a tissue, wiping himself clean of her. After he tossed the used tissue into the garbage can, he pulled them all the way up and zipped his pants closed.
“Get out of my room, Betje,” he said to her.
She quickly scrambled to her feet and ran naked past me, crying quietly.
I slammed the door closed behind her and put my hands on my hips, turning to face him.
“Well? What the fuck was that?” I asked.
“Precisely that. You won’t let me touch you so I guess I could say that she reminds me of you in a way. She was laying here asleep when I came in and I couldn’t help myself,” he replied simply with a shrug.
“Stay away from her or I am out of here,” I seethed through clenched teeth. “She’s been through fucking enough without having to worry about being your fuck toy.”
“And where will you go?” he asked in amusement. “Home? Do you have a home anymore, Lieve?”
Oh great; here comes Mr. Cruel Fucker, I thought to myself rolling my eyes at the ceiling.
“Cut the shit, Kerstan. You know damn well that if I have too, I’ll defect to another house,” I said impatiently tapping my foot on the carpeted floor. “Better yet, maybe I’ll talk the girls into tearing this place apart so we can see where we stand with your damn debt collection.”
“Do what you think is right, Amity,” he said in an even tone. “And I will do what I think is right as well. Now, I don’t have time for this. I have to figure out how to get Minikin back so I can get you to spread your legs for me again.”
Prince Charming, eat your heart out.
“I’ll give you until tomorrow afternoon to think of something. If you haven’t by then, then
I’ll go to Luuk’s house, kick in the door, and fucking drag her out myself.”
Eight
Minikin
I don’t know how the other girls had convinced Luuk to let me stay in the house. After Betje was taken away and Famke died, I had such little faith in anything anymore, that I was too sad to work. Now I just lay around in the dormitories hoping that he would either kill me or just let me be. I didn’t want to work anymore. Everything that I loved was being taken or destroyed and I just didn’t have the will to do anything about it.
This must be what Lieve feels like. But how is she strong enough to push through it like it doesn’t hurt her? How can these things not crush her? Does she not feel like a normal person?
“Minnie?” a voice said softly into the room.
I didn’t roll onto my side to see who it was. I knew it was Ilse because of her voice, but I just didn’t have it in me to turn and face her.
“I promised Betje that if anything happened to her, that I would look after you. Sit up; I’ve brought you dinner,” she said as her footsteps made their way toward the bed.