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Don't Rightly Know
R For Violence, Language, Nudity, Sexual Content, and Adult Themes
The West has been settled and formed by a wealthy young family and now their only daughter has run off from the confines of her world, off to see the outside and escape the civilized town, into the true Wild West. Bands of outlaws and wild Indians won't be her only concern as a dangerous entrepreneur with an illegal alternate lifestyle sets his eyes on her.
Chapter Three
"So you got her?" He asked, his dark eyes glittering ominously, warning the messenger before him of his certain death if the reply was a negative.
The poor messenger nodded nervously, wiping the sweat from off his neck with his bandana. His fear was palpable and it pleased the dark man before him, a smile spreading across his chiseled face, the white teeth prominent against the tan skin.
"Good. You may go."
The messenger scurried out, scrambling over himself to get out of there as quickly as possible. The maniacal laughter of the boss sounded loudly in the room, chasing the messenger from its threatening confines.
The sharp crack of a pistol echoed the glee-filled laughter, stopping the messenger in his tracks and drowning him in his own blood, a crimson puddle slowly growing in size as the liquid poured from the gaping hole in his head. The shell bounced loudly against the stone floor.
The boss was pleased.
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"So, where are we headed?" Bulma asked, flashing a knee-weakening smile at the man before her as the sun began its descent. Its fiery fingers stained the sky blood red, mimicking the impending doom headed quickly toward the oblivious woman. A town, small and almost imperceptible, loomed on the horizon. The formerly talkative blonde man was silent now as he nodded quietly toward the town.
Bulma bit her lip, taking the hint, and continued with him and the band of outlaws on to the small cluster of buildings before them.
Dust surrounded their caravan, swirling high about their heads, still warm from the blistering heat that had occupied the air that afternoon. He watched in silence from his perch above the town, a town full of the worst kinds of people to grace the face of the earth: thieves, prostitutes, and murderers, each with their own business in the town, each with their own dark agenda to fulfill. His shadowed them all.
His lip curled slightly, in what one might call a smile, as he saw his men return, quiet as always. Everyone entered the town quietly, but quickly got roiled up, either by the tempting women and drink, or by the even more tempting prospects of money offered by others. Either way, their silence never lasted long. It was as it should be: full of the twisted things of life, the things man really enjoyed. And he, he was the master behind it all, and now, he had his bait.
"I'm really sorry ta be doin' this ta ya, miss, but it can't be helped. We're goin' ta have ta tie ya up good and tight now, bind and gag ya if ya don't mind. You been mighty pleasant this trip, and we 'preciate it somethin' dreadful, but what's gotta be done, 'sgotta be done." The head of the gang said to her in a gruff, yet oddly kind voice.
Bulma just nodded, holding her hands out compliantly. What more could be expected? After all, she was their prisoner, was she not? And it made sense to have her tied up if they were entering a town. So she did as she was told, wincing only slightly when the man bound her a bit tightly around the wrists, the rope pressing harshly into her soft skin.
They led her past many saloons and inns, past an old smithy and general store, and past other small shops that lined the dusty Main Street. She took everything in silently, eyes wide and mouth shut.
It was like walking back in time, to the first settlements, not at all like the vast cities and pristine towns she had been used to frequenting. It had been so long since her father had seriously pioneered anything. The eyes watching her from the dark windows went unnoticed.
He climbed down from the second story, adjusting his clean white shirt, and made his way to the front of the grandest building in the town. Its silhouette was the center of the town, its grandeur unmatched by any for thousands of miles. He waited patiently on the front stair as the group brought the young woman to him, walking her gently to the base of the bank.
As she walked, he noticed a defiance about her, tempting his controlling nature, but he suppressed it, along with the urge to touch the rolling blue silk that covered her dusty shoulders, framing her pale face that had begun to freckle in the hot sun. Her blue eyes looked up at him, looking him over in a single glance, as if she had discovered all she needed to know.
"The sun has done wonders for your skin, woman," he said harshly, without the same drawl and accent of the other people of the western world. His words were perfectly formed and clipped in their speech, as if he was wasting his time just saying those few words to her. "It's nice to see a woman, and not a ghost for once."
Her eyes narrowed as a sickening smile came across his face. She glanced to her 'escort' beside her, the blonde man who had been so friendly on the trip, only to discover his eyes downcast, avoiding both her gaze, and that of the man before them. Panicking, she looked to the other men of the troop, only to find their heads cast down too.
"We don't have all night. Come inside woman."
This is where they were taking her? Her calm began to shatter as the tears welled up behind her eyes, the fear quickly setting in.
"Inside." His voice echoed angrily. Her mind refused to function, and the tears began to roll down her cheeks, taking the fine coating of dust with them. She couldn't go with this man. In horror, she watched as he broached the space between them, coming down the stairs toward her with frightening speed. His hand raised and then descended. Her vision went black.
Don't Rightly Know
R For Violence, Language, Nudity, Sexual Content, and Adult Themes
The West has been settled and formed by a wealthy young family and now their only daughter has run off from the confines of her world, off to see the outside and escape the civilized town, into the true Wild West. Bands of outlaws and wild Indians won't be her only concern as a dangerous entrepreneur with an illegal alternate lifestyle sets his eyes on her.
Chapter Three
"So you got her?" He asked, his dark eyes glittering ominously, warning the messenger before him of his certain death if the reply was a negative.
The poor messenger nodded nervously, wiping the sweat from off his neck with his bandana. His fear was palpable and it pleased the dark man before him, a smile spreading across his chiseled face, the white teeth prominent against the tan skin.
"Good. You may go."
The messenger scurried out, scrambling over himself to get out of there as quickly as possible. The maniacal laughter of the boss sounded loudly in the room, chasing the messenger from its threatening confines.
The sharp crack of a pistol echoed the glee-filled laughter, stopping the messenger in his tracks and drowning him in his own blood, a crimson puddle slowly growing in size as the liquid poured from the gaping hole in his head. The shell bounced loudly against the stone floor.
The boss was pleased.
.............................................................................................
"So, where are we headed?" Bulma asked, flashing a knee-weakening smile at the man before her as the sun began its descent. Its fiery fingers stained the sky blood red, mimicking the impending doom headed quickly toward the oblivious woman. A town, small and almost imperceptible, loomed on the horizon. The formerly talkative blonde man was silent now as he nodded quietly toward the town.
Bulma bit her lip, taking the hint, and continued with him and the band of outlaws on to the small cluster of buildings before them.
Dust surrounded their caravan, swirling high about their heads, still warm from the blistering heat that had occupied the air that afternoon. He watched in silence from his perch above the town, a town full of the worst kinds of people to grace the face of the earth: thieves, prostitutes, and murderers, each with their own business in the town, each with their own dark agenda to fulfill. His shadowed them all.
His lip curled slightly, in what one might call a smile, as he saw his men return, quiet as always. Everyone entered the town quietly, but quickly got roiled up, either by the tempting women and drink, or by the even more tempting prospects of money offered by others. Either way, their silence never lasted long. It was as it should be: full of the twisted things of life, the things man really enjoyed. And he, he was the master behind it all, and now, he had his bait.
"I'm really sorry ta be doin' this ta ya, miss, but it can't be helped. We're goin' ta have ta tie ya up good and tight now, bind and gag ya if ya don't mind. You been mighty pleasant this trip, and we 'preciate it somethin' dreadful, but what's gotta be done, 'sgotta be done." The head of the gang said to her in a gruff, yet oddly kind voice.
Bulma just nodded, holding her hands out compliantly. What more could be expected? After all, she was their prisoner, was she not? And it made sense to have her tied up if they were entering a town. So she did as she was told, wincing only slightly when the man bound her a bit tightly around the wrists, the rope pressing harshly into her soft skin.
They led her past many saloons and inns, past an old smithy and general store, and past other small shops that lined the dusty Main Street. She took everything in silently, eyes wide and mouth shut.
It was like walking back in time, to the first settlements, not at all like the vast cities and pristine towns she had been used to frequenting. It had been so long since her father had seriously pioneered anything. The eyes watching her from the dark windows went unnoticed.
He climbed down from the second story, adjusting his clean white shirt, and made his way to the front of the grandest building in the town. Its silhouette was the center of the town, its grandeur unmatched by any for thousands of miles. He waited patiently on the front stair as the group brought the young woman to him, walking her gently to the base of the bank.
As she walked, he noticed a defiance about her, tempting his controlling nature, but he suppressed it, along with the urge to touch the rolling blue silk that covered her dusty shoulders, framing her pale face that had begun to freckle in the hot sun. Her blue eyes looked up at him, looking him over in a single glance, as if she had discovered all she needed to know.
"The sun has done wonders for your skin, woman," he said harshly, without the same drawl and accent of the other people of the western world. His words were perfectly formed and clipped in their speech, as if he was wasting his time just saying those few words to her. "It's nice to see a woman, and not a ghost for once."
Her eyes narrowed as a sickening smile came across his face. She glanced to her 'escort' beside her, the blonde man who had been so friendly on the trip, only to discover his eyes downcast, avoiding both her gaze, and that of the man before them. Panicking, she looked to the other men of the troop, only to find their heads cast down too.
"We don't have all night. Come inside woman."
This is where they were taking her? Her calm began to shatter as the tears welled up behind her eyes, the fear quickly setting in.
"Inside." His voice echoed angrily. Her mind refused to function, and the tears began to roll down her cheeks, taking the fine coating of dust with them. She couldn't go with this man. In horror, she watched as he broached the space between them, coming down the stairs toward her with frightening speed. His hand raised and then descended. Her vision went black.