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Samantha tremble as he walked towards her. "H-hello," she stuttered. He looked around, eyeing the dried herbs and tea cups.
"Quite the little shop y'all have here," he said before turning back to her. Samantha nodded. He walked closer to her and Samantha swallowed.
I need to get way, she thought to herself. She could see the door leading to the alley behind her.
"Your name is Samantha, am I right?" He asked. Samantha nodded, reaching behind her for something she could use. She felt a full tea cup and grabbed the handle. The tea was cold, but it might distract him long enough for her to escape. He smiled, showing a gap between his front teeth and nodded. "Word on the street is that y'all tell fortunes." Samantha nodded again. He frowned. "Thought so." With that, he reached out to grab her. Samantha took the cup and through the tea in his face. She donged out of the way and rushed to the door. To her horror, it was locked. She spun around to face him, trembling.
"I-I'm sorry," she gasped as he turned towards her. He glared at her.
"That wasn't very nice," he said, walking towards her. Samantha moved away; sliding along the wall until she had reached a corner.
"Please," she begged. "What did I do..." Before she could finish her question he had grabbed her by the throat and lifted her to his eye level.
"You've been stealin' my business," he hissed, his eyes, which she just noticed to be violet, glowing. "People heard there was another fortune teller in town and have been goin' to you, not me."
"I'm sorry," Samantha gasped, clawing at his hand.
"That ain't good enough," he said. "Y'all need to stop tellin' fortunes," he said menacingly, "or I'll kill you." His hold on her throat loosened slightly. "It'd be a shame to kill a pretty darlin' like yourself," he said, playing with her hair. Samantha tried to break free of his grip but couldn't.
"W-what if I paid you?" She asked, horrified at the thought of her business leaving. "You can have 70% of whatever I earn for fortunes." Facilier glared at her and shook his head, his hold tightening.
"Sorry Sammy," he said. "That ain't gonna work. People will still be goin' to you and not me."
"You'd make money either way," she coughed.
"This ain't about the money," he hissed. "I need people to come to me." He dropped her and she fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. She looked up at him, trembling. "Stop readin' fortunes," he said. "And I'll let y'all live." She looked past him and saw his shadow, moving on its own, leering at her from the wall behind him. She nodded.
"Alright," she said. "I'll stop." He smiled and turned away from her, walking to the door.
"Glad we could have this talk," he said and with that, he left.
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