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The moment Facilier had left Samantha had locked the door and cried. Too frightened to disobey him, she shut her shop down completely, not wanting to risk him coming back.
Break
A week had gone by since Facilier's visit and Samantha was walking back to her shop from a night of grocery shopping. When she had moved out of her parents home she didn't expect living on her own to be so much work. She was struggling to hold the heavy bags when a noise startled her, causing her to drop them.
"Damn it," she said, getting to her hands and knees to pick the stuff up.
"Need a little help?" A vioce asked. She looked up and saw Lester, one of her neighbors, standing over her.
"No thanks," she said. "I'm good." This was the first time she had spoken to Lester and she didn't know him that well.
"Then at least let me help carry them back to your shop," he said. "Or maybe you would rather take a break and join me in mine."
"Maybe you should leave the chere alone," a deep voice said suddenly. Samantha's heart sank.
Oh please don't let it be him, she thought to herself, trembling. She noticed Lester looked just as anxious as she felt. From out of the shadows stepped just the man Samantha never wanted to see again. Facilier walked past Samantha and towered over Lester.
"Why don't y'all run back to your little hole and leave her alone?" He said threateningly. Lester nodded and ran back to his shop. Facilier then turned to Samantha. She swallowed and shrank back from his gaze. Facilier let out a whistle and his shadow took the bags out of Samantha's arms. Before she could protest, Facilier had placed his arm around her shoulders as he began to lead her to her shop. She swallowed, fearing for her life.
"W-what do you want?" She asked his as the entered her shop. His shadow placed the bags on the table before returning to his master's side.
"Just to talk," he said calmly. "About our deal." Samantha swallowed.
"I did what you told me," she said frantically. "I closed down shop, I..." He held up his hand, silencing her.
"I never told y'all to close up shop," he said. "And that's exactly the reason I'm here. You can still sell herbs. In fact," he added, "I'd prefer if you did. I'm a busy man and I don't really have the time to harvest my own. So, I'll make you a deal. Re-open shop and keep sellin' herbs. Don't tell fortunes, that's my job. Do this, and I'll leave you alone. What do you say?" He held out his hand for her to shake. She looked at him warrily, not sure if she could trust him. He smiled. "Come now chere," he said. "It's not like y'all have a choice." She looked at him and sighed. He was right. Cautiously, she took his hand and shook it. He smiled and tipped his hat to her. "Pleasure doin' business with y'all," he said. He turned to leave but stopped. "Word of advice," he said. "Watch out for Lester. he doesn't really understand what it means when a woman says no." The implacations of his words sunk in and she gasped, realizing how close she had been to danger without realizing it. Without another word, he and his shadow left. Samantha locked the door behind them and began to cry.
Lester's a slimeball :(.