From the penthouse apartment, Isabella watched the snow falling. The city below was already covered in white and yet more flakes were coming down. From this window, she could see the large expanse of the river and the other part of the city across it.
Clutching the fleece blanket tighter around her naked body, Isabella felt a wave of relief that she wasn’t stood on a street corner right now. She was warm, safe and well feed for the first time in years. The grimy single apartment she had shared with seven other women a fading memory.
‘Issy?’ a soft man’s voice called from behind her.
She turned her head and took in her savoir, who was standing naked next to the sofa in the large open plan living room.
‘It’s snowing, Gideon,’ she spoke, the English words still sounding foreign in her mouth.
‘Come back to bed, then,’ Gideon said.
Isabella looked out of the window again. Down there somewhere, the women she had called sisters were working. They were selling the only thing they could to pay off their debts for being smuggled into this country. Whilst she was up here, her body now belonging only to one man who had paid her debt and brought her.
‘What is it?’ Gideon asked.
He came to join her and drew her into a hug. Isabella nested into his embrace. Enjoying the familiarity of his cooling skin against her own.
‘I wish I could help my sisters,’ she mumbled into his shoulder.
Gideon stroked Isabella’s blonde hair and cast his dark grey eyes out at the river and city.
‘I wish I could too,’ he said, ‘but you’re the one I chose,’ he added as he put his hands onto her cheeks and raised her head.
Their eyes met, her enchanting bright blue gaze holding his. Isabella put her hands on top of his and gently rubbed the backs of his hands with a finger.
‘I know…Still I want to help,’ she spoke.
Gideon sigh. He dropped his hands from her face then gathered her hands into his,’come back to bed.’
He moved, tugging her gently away.
Isabella with a last look towards the window, let him led her up the glass staircase and into the master bedroom. She didn’t pay any attention as Gideon slipped the blanket from her and settled them both into bed. Her thoughts were far away, back on that street corner again, trying to keep warm whilst catching the eyes of her next customer.
(From Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/12/07/9-december-2016/ with thanks.
PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkin)