Othello the Legatus Act 2 Part 1.24

Prologue 15

Iago closed the door to the chamber which was reserved for his union ceremony with Emilia. She stood there by the window, looking at the dark skies. He had performed with her the ceremony before the priest, and in front of the healer who was her father. He stepped in and approached the side table where the jar of wine was kept. It had been poured to one third from its earlier level. He saw the goblet that was drank from and smiled.

"You are a heavy drinker, my love." Iago commented on her drinking. She remained silent and refused to acknowledged his arrival. He was not surprised that she had reacted in that manner. She was told of their union by her father just two days ago, and he heard that she protested hard with him. It matters not as it was not her life at stake but his, for Iago father was dying that night on the mistake the healer committed. No coins or gold would replace the health of the father. Nor could the healer survive the years of imprisonment or works at the mines.

"Here one more for you. You can drink with me before we consummate our love tonight." Iago poured her the goblet and offered to her. She turned around and displayed the dagger in her right hand.

"Come any closer, bastard and this would be inserted into me." Emilia told him. "I would rather die than be ravished by you."

Iago looked at her and then at the dagger. Her hands were trembling but he doubt that she would do as she had threatened. He placed the goblet on the table and stepped towards her.

"Come any closer and I would carry out my threat." Emilia told him, but he did not stopped there. He stepped till he was within arm's length of her.

"If you do that, your death would be meaningless. Your father would still go to the mines and he will die there before his terms come to an end. He would come back here as a spirit to seek you for yours would trapped in here. Such are the punishments for those who take their own life's." Iago told her. She hesitated in her move and it was all he needed to grabbed the dagger from her hand. He threw the dagger out of the window and glared at her.

"You are mine now. You would be mine forever." Iago slapped her. "I would tell you how I teach my slaves. I have bought many before. They wished they had a more better master."

He pulled her face to his and smiled. She looked into his eyes.

"I intend to complete my union ceremony with you." His hands reached for the hems of her skirt and tore it upwards. She tried to fight back, but he was strong. He spat at her face before turning her around to the window. He pushed her down on the window ledge and used his legs to spread her's. He pulled at the torn cloth that separates him from her. He thrust his finger into her.

"You are a virgin. I like them that way. They would know how much it pained them if they are disobedient." With that., Iago pulled aside his toga and thrust his manhood into her. She screamed at the first thrust but he was not stopping at that. He kept at his thrusts as if she was a seasoned whore. He was surprised that she did fight him or screamed after that but laid there with silence.

"Are you not in pain, bitch?" Iago got upset. He was expecting some form of resistance to his action, but she had kept silent. He pulled her up and grabbed her by the bosom.

"Does it not pained you?" Iago asked as his hands kneaded at her breasts. When she did not replied, he pulled out and pushed her off him. She fell to the flooring but she glared at him. Her eyes were teary but she won't screamed. So was her lips which was covered in blood. She must had felt the pain but she had numbed herself to it with the thoughts of murder. When it was not tolerable, she bit on her own lips.

"Are you that brave, or are you de-sensitized like that of the legion whores?" Iago shouted at her. "I had fucked many and they had screamed for mercy but not you."

"Truly, you are the one that I longed to challenge." Iago continued on. He was still not satisfied with the soundless resistance of her. He reached for the belt around his toga and used that like a whip but she took every blow he had to throw on. In the end, Iago sat down and looked at the lady with the welts on her limbs.

"You are tough, my love. I liked it that way." Iago told her. "But I shall my way with you. In exchange, you do one for me. Be obedient to my ways, and your father lived happily ever after. Show me disobedience and he would be terminated. Do I have your consent?"

Emilia nodded. If only Iago had know, she had taken worse punishment from her father, since young. He was not only a healer but a hard man. He had wanted a son, but got instead a daughter. He had toughen her for the role of the missing son. And that day, his lessons paid off.