Cenest was enjoying the night much the same way she enjoyed every night. She might not be looked on highly by most officials and the law but they changed their tune pretty quick when night came around. Even the clergy would make regular trips to the red-light district and her bed.
Tonight, she was having a really good night. She had already seen to three clients and the other girls in her care were doing pretty good as well. The night was still fairly early so she figured that if things kept up at this pace she might see another five or six customers before the night was over. She took a moment to thank Neir, goddess of fertility and semi-secretly the patron of prostitutes.
Her prayer was interrupted by a scream and sounds of commotion downstairs. Cenest went down to see what the commotion was about. At the entry was a man yelling angrily and blearily at the girls. He was holding the wrist of one of her girls and seemed to be trying to drag her out the door.
Cenest jumped in front of him and demanded that he let go. The man just punched her for her effort and yelled again. “You’re coming with me you piece of ass. I’m going to mess you up real good like no man has before and I don’t need nobody telling me I gotta pay for that shit. I’m gonna keep you at home and make you like iiiiiiit.”
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His yell turned into a shriek and he lost his grip as he lost all interest in the girl, or anything besides the knife separating him from his manhood. Cenest was furious, not only was this bastard in her home trying to take one of her girls, he had the gall to hit her when she demanded he stop. The short dagger she kept on her inner thigh wasn’t useful for stopping a sword but it was good at getting someone’s attention.
As the man looked down and saw the woman holding a knife in his crotch he lost what little reason he had. He grabbed Cenest’s hand with the knife still in it and began stabbing her repeatedly. Cenest felt powerless as the knife came to her breast then her stomach and anything else he could reach. Her only vindication was seeing one of the other girls slide a long kitchen knife into the back of his head as her vision faded.
Finally, Cenest was in the presence of her goddess! She was happy for almost an instant, at least as long as it took the look on Neir’s face to register. “You would call yourself my follower? The first thing you do in a conflict is to castrate a man? That girl might have gotten pregnant from him since he wasn’t going to let her put in a cup and then she might have truly known the joy of being a mother. You, who have shirked your duty to be a woman countless times and took the fertility of a man as your last act are banished to the shadows of naught!”