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Mat morosely slumps back into the fabric store, ignoring the bell chime above. He doesn't even attempt to dodge the slap by Elayne and she halts her hand before it connects. She glares at Mat contemptuously,

"Like, it isn't fun unless I'm making you miserable! Gawd, you're so selfish, Matrim Cauthon!" She spins around and runs away in tears, Vanin trailing her heels. Mat sighs and looks for Nalesean, but he's leaned against the wall smugly, flirting with underage sea folk girls.

"Hey, you no gonna work, you no gonna get paid!" The annoying woman's voice turns Mat's head and he scowls at one of the plastic employees. Teslyn, with her stupid-ass habit of leaving the T's off of simple words. Probably a side affect of the millions of plastic surgeries.

"What do you want me to do?" Mat asks groggily and she points towards a customer. Mat turns and his eyes widen as they fall upon the same little bitch that scuffed his sneakers. Mat thinks to be indignant, but he's just not feeling it. Olver snaps his fingers and Riselle picks him up and carries him over to Mat.

"Hey, Fabric Slave, cut me ten yards of this!" Olver throws a black and pink print reel of fabric towards him, and Mat barely catches it. Mat thinks to curse at the boy about Slavery and how his peeps were oppressed for…a damn long time, but once again, he's got no energy left.

"Yea, yea…" Mat walks over to a cutting board, but Nynaeve quickly stops talking to Aviendha and jumps to it, sprawling herself on the table,

"I'm using this, go find another one, jerk!" Mat glares at the whore, but sighs and turns around. He searches the store for another cutting board, but the only other one is directly in front of Tylin's office.

"Yo! My pimp cloak aint gonna cut itself, son!" Olver demands and Riselle snaps her fingers at Mat. Mat groans and kneels down, attempting to sneak over to the cutting board. He steps lightly and crosses under the knob of the door, but as he reaches up to place the large reel, the door swings open.

"Oh piglet covered in whip cream!" Tylin laughs out maliciously and Olver's eyes widen,

"Abort! Horny momma at six o'clock! I'm too young yet! Get ta stepp'n Rissizzle!" Olver jumps on Riselle's back and she sprints out of the store at groundbreaking speed. Mat attempts to recover to his feet from where the door hit him, but he's too late.

Tylin's inappropriate hands grab his ankles and he falls forwards, flat on his stomach and is dragged screaming and yelping towards the ominous office.

"Nalesean, help me! Vanin, you fat bastad!" Mat attempts to find anything to grasp onto, but the wooden floor is smooth. He finally surrenders and closes his eyes, awaiting the imminent doom.

Tylin man-handles Mat, tossing him onto the couch easily and he groans as he slumps backwards. She cackles sadistically as she kicks the door closed and reaches for the back of her dress. She growls impatiently and turns around,

"Unbutton me, sweet potato." She orders and Mat whimpers,

"Please, spare my life. If…if you want a real cutie, I can get you Talmanes! He's got a nice firm butt…I hear…"

"Nope." Tylin answers simply and Mat snivels as he pulls himself away from the couch and undoes each button with a wince.

The black dress finally falls to the floor and Mat's eyes bulge fearfully at seeing black and red lingerie covered with flames and skulls. He retreats backwards towards the door, but as he reaches for the knob, but a knife slams into the wood above his hand. Mat yelps and bounds backwards, spinning around,

"Where the hell were you keep'n it!"

"Does it matter?" Tylin snickers and motions for Mat to sit back down, "If you try to escape, I'll have to use it…and I don't want to, my little Popsicle."

"Why…" Mat sobs, beseeching The Creator, but he knows there is no escape, "This has to be illegal…"

"Put this on." Tylin says as she tosses a small spool at him, and Mat catches it in one hand. He looks down and frowns at the spool of pink ribbon,

"This can't be happening to me…" Mat stares at the spool pressed between his thumb and first finger and closes his eyes as Tylin lunges forwards like a possessed lioness.

Sometime later, a LONG and EXCRUCIATING time for Mat, the pain ceases and his eyes woozily flutter open. Mat's mouth is stuffed with pink ribbon which is also draped around his torso and also pinions his wrists behind his newly scarred back. His pelvis feels like mush and his legs are extremely numb.

Tylin lazily reaches over and pulls the gag from his mouth and Mat spits the terrible taste out his mouth,

"I've got nothin' left in me…" He mumbles and Tylin snickers and leans back,

"I'll take that as a—" Tylin's sentence is interrupted as the door swings open and Mat spins.

A young man bursts into the room and Mat attempts to cross his legs, but ends up flopping himself off the couch.

"Oh, Beslan, dear." Tylin smiles compassionately, not at all ashamed and Beslan nods his head, wearing a green and gold soccer uniform.

"Sup, ma."

"I'll be home shortly, dear." She answers and Mat struggles back to his feet and Beslan waves to him, but then looks back to his mom,

"Ah, no problemo, I'm hang'n with the guys after practice."

"How lovely." Tylin eyes twinkle and Mat's eyes widen,

"Dude, do you not care your mother is naked with a man!" Beslan looks over and shrugs,

"You seem 'down', why not?" Beslan winks and holds his hand like a gun, "Hope you didn't damage anything, she's fragile." Mat's stomach lurches in disgust,

"You freaky, disgraceful—"

"Hey, ma," Beslan interrupts Mat and Tylin looks up, ignoring Mat's repulsed scowl, "Could you pick me up some pizza bites!"

"Sure thing, dear."

"Yippy!" Beslan jumps into the air, clapping his hands together, and spins around, skipping out of the office. Mat shakes his head, wondering if there are any normal people in this entire backward town.

"Well, my little Latin pool boy, I must be off. Be early tomorrow." Tylin pulls her dress on and Mat struggles to his feet,

"You're just leaving me here!"

"Do you wanna come with me?" She asks expectantly and Mat gags,

"Hell naw!" Mat grabs his pants and does his best to make his way out of the office, tangled in the ribbon. The store is empty and dark and the sun is beginning its descent outside.

"I need a f'ckin drink."

Mat makes his way to the closest bar, the pink ribbon shoved in a rat infested gutter. He pushes open the door and inhales the sweet smell of alcohol and loose women. He begins towards an empty stool at the bar, but he catches a wave from the corner of his eye.

"Come sit with me, Mat." Birgitte waves at him from a vacant circular table and Mat smirks and walks over. She's the only woman here that he can deal with.

"Wutz up." He plops down and she frowns over her drink,

"You look haggard."

"Tylin makes me do…things." Mat answers hesitantly and Birgitte frowns,

"Sorry to hear dat. Can't just tell her 'hands off, ho'?"

"She's my boss and I have to keep this job for Rand to hook it up." Mat explains and Birgitte takes a sip,

"Dat sucks."

"You talk slang?" Mat asks confused and Birgitte nods her head,

"I grew up in tha projects."

"Word…" Mat smirks and reaches for her drink, "You mind?" Birgitte shakes her head and Mat takes a sip. His eyes bulge at tasting the jack and coke, but he painfully swallows to look like a man. She drinks it like water and Mat's never been more attracted to a woman in his life.

"I want to have your baby…" Mat mutters and Birgitte looks up,

"What?" Mat quickly clears his throat,

"Uh nothin…just wonder'n why you're not out 'man hatin' with da slutz." Birgitte groans and shakes her head angrily, her wonderful smile transforming into a malicious snarl,

"I got stuck with them cuz they 'supposedly' saved me. Yea, okay…geez, I'd love to cut off those 'red tresses.'"

Birgitte loses her furious scowl as she looks back at Mat,

"My bad, itz not you I'm mad at." She takes another sip and Mat licks his lips and leans forwards,

"Ya know, if it's just us two, we could uh—"

"Sorry." Birgitte says before he can finish and Mat's jaw drops,

"What? Why!"

"Sorry, boo, you just don't do it for me. Too…pretty." She explains regretfully and Mat sighs,

"I forgot you like them ugly bustas like Masema. Or one eyed Uno." Birgitte takes a deep breathe, twisting in her chair.

"Oh stop it, I'm gett'n…"

"Or even that ugly-ass hobbit Fain?" Mat asks furiously and Birgitte shuts her eyes and gasps through elation. Her breathing begins to return to normal and she fans herself with her hand,

"That's too much, way too much…" She says dreamily and Mat scoffs,

"So what do we do?"

"Well me…I've gotta get going." Birgitte stands up and Mat frowns,

"Already? I thought we were—"

"Um, sorry, but I can't waste this feel'n!" She spins around and Mat drools, gazing upon her rounded, perfect ass. She turns back around and Mat almost chokes,

"Tell Tylin to stop, or I'll set her straight for ya." She waves and rushes off and Mat sighs and looks at the table surface as he would a pillow.

Sitting in the chair behind Mat is Noal with a devious smirk curving his lips.

"Sexual harassment case? I could get my badge back for sure…" He rubs his knobby palms together and snickers, "Noal, you sly devil, you. Hehehehe, Hahahaha, MUAHAHAHA!"