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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 Six

A week had gone by since she was brought to this building, and since that fateful day, she had never been outside and had yet to see that man again.

Never the less, she smiled and went through her day mechanically, always pleasant to everyone who would ever meet her, constantly looking for her chance to escape, or at the very least, figure out her purpose here in this dark world filled with intrigue. If only that man weren't so stubborn, she would already know. Damn him.

Suddenly, everything took a turn, for the worse or the better, she had no clue, but something was happening, and anything was better than the stifling idleness she had been oppressed with before.

"Come," the two guards demanded after she had opened the door for them in response to their two sharp raps upon the heavy wood. Curious, she pulled her skirts up and walked briskly behind the pair.

Whatever it was, it was set in motion. And that was always good.

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"Bring her to me," he demanded sharply, not even gracing the nervous message boy with a glance, much less the glare his ominous tone suggested. The voice alone made the boy melt with fear, losing all sense of his confidence and himself. "Well? What are you waiting for? I said go you god damn ingrate! Now get!"

The boy skittered out of there, the anger chasing his heels as he went in search of the wench his master demanded.

He hated this job, but his mother had become very ill and someone needed to pay the bills that the hospital was charging him, and with his father dead, it left him with the job.

The "Boss", "Master", or whatever other name his many employees had respectfully graced him with, was the only man in town, in the west, who could supply the boy not only with the best doctors, but treatment free of charge.

It was his only option, and the price he had to pay he thought was well worth it. After all, what was his freedom compared to his mother's own life?

And so, he did as he was told, fetching the young woman and bringing her to her own fate, caring nothing so long as his mother would live to see another morning.

"Here, Ma'am," he said as politely as he could, able to tell from a mere glance that her social status was well above his own, "Come right this way now. The master will see ya'."

"Oh. He will see me. Hah. You make it sound as if I was requesting to see him!"

He didn't reply, just led the way down the dark hall and up to the room she had been in only a week before, overlooking the town she was held captive in.

"Hello again, woman," came a sensual voice from a dark corner in the room. The afternoon sun glinted sharply off the glass in his hand, illuminating the wine within it. "You may go, boy. See to your mother."

She was alone with him, again, but this time, she decided to bide her time, be patient, and hopefully get some answers from him. He obviously didn't respond well to anger. He either laughed at her, or gave her that awful look.

"Come, woman." He demanded. It seemed that she would hear that phrase quite often today. As she neared his side, she decided to size him up, noticing the sharp change in his appearance.

His normally crisp shirt was wrinkled, and looked almost as if he had been wearing it for the past two or three days without changing. Dark circles lined his obsidian eyes and tiny crows feet adorned the corners. The knees on his pants were stained, torn, and bloody.

And upon his breath, she smelled the strong scent of heavy liquor, days old, and constantly reapplied.

He reached his hand out toward her, gesturing for her to come closer still, not happy with the distance between them.

Uncertainly, she complied.

His strong arm wrapped around her waist when she neared close enough, a calloused hand flipping absentmindedly with the edge of her blouse.

"Woman, look out that window again," he said, abnormally soft sounding, his speech slightly slurred, "and tell me, what is it that you see?" His dark eyes never left her face as he searched upon her puzzled brow for the answer he was seeking.

And she stared out the window at the townspeople below, watching each of them, studying each of their movements and actions and mannerisms. They stood there like that for two hours, Vegeta refilling his wine glass every so often, and swirling it, watching the sun glint of the unholy red glow, mesmerized by the beauty reflected in it from the woman beside him.

"I see…" she began finally, "I see people, lost and alone. They have no one who loves them, and they seek endlessly for something to fill the void that the absence of love leaves in them, be it money or women or violence. I..."

Vegeta stood, unsteadily yet strongly, at that moment, turning her body toward his and lifting her delicate chin up so she faced him. His eyes searched her bright blue ones, their dark emptiness drawing pity into her own. She could see the lost boy hidden inside this secret man, searching for the same thing those people in the town were searching for, and as they did, he couldn't find it and replaced it with sin.

Tears sprung to her eyes at this revelation and she pulled herself closer to him, burying her face in his strong chest. He blinked slowly, unsure of what to do with her exactly, but, in his drunken stupor, he held her tight to him, giving her comfort and taking some for himself.

"I see you," she mumbled amidst the tears soaking his crumpled shirt.

Shortly after, she fell asleep in firm grasp, and with the alcohol still in effect, mellowing him out, he held her in his arms and took her to his own room, laying her gently among his sheets, then he curled up next to her and embraced sleep's gentle kiss.