Get Out of My Sight
It had been a slow week. She only had three shillings to show for standing out there on those long nights behind the inn. She didn't know just what she was going to tell her boss. As if summoned, a well dressed Hobbit swaggered out from the shadows with a smile on his face.
"Mistress Bracegirdle," he addressed her in a sickly sweet tone, "how much did we make this week? You brought in more this time I presume?" She didn't speak.
"Well how much was it you filthy slut?" he roared.
"T- three shillings, Master Boffin."
"Three shillings? Three shillings?" he slapped her hard across the face, "You had better do better than that, Ariella, or you know what will happen." He snatched the moneybag she proffered.
"Get out of my sight; you make me sick." She hurried away, clutching the side of her face and her trying to stem the flow of blood from her nose as she set off alone into the dark.
It had been a slow week. She only had three shillings to show for standing out there on those long nights behind the inn. She didn't know just what she was going to tell her boss. As if summoned, a well dressed Hobbit swaggered out from the shadows with a smile on his face.
"Mistress Bracegirdle," he addressed her in a sickly sweet tone, "how much did we make this week? You brought in more this time I presume?" She didn't speak.
"Well how much was it you filthy slut?" he roared.
"T- three shillings, Master Boffin."
"Three shillings? Three shillings?" he slapped her hard across the face, "You had better do better than that, Ariella, or you know what will happen." He snatched the moneybag she proffered.
"Get out of my sight; you make me sick." She hurried away, clutching the side of her face and her trying to stem the flow of blood from her nose as she set off alone into the dark.