A/N: I’ve undecided to continue this as a longer story or just leave it as it.  Shows decent promise of a decent long story, buttttttttttttttttttt I’ve noooooooo inspiration to do it.  I guess I’ll just chuck this into the short stories

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She twirled the glass cup in her hand, watching, listening the soft clink of the ice as it move around the cup. Wordlessly, she placed the glass onto the table, looking up at the bartender who watched her as he wiped the glass.

“More Whisky?” he asked.
“No, thank you Joe,” she replied, her mind still fresh with the night’s events. She needed to get out of town quickly, she looked at her hands half-expecting them to be still blood stained. The feeling of blood on one’s hands was harder to remove than the stain itself. She clawed at her right hand trying to scratch the memory of it off.
“Anything bothering you Sam?” Joe asked. She could feel his warm brown eyes watching her. She wondered how she could involve him, the only decent guy she had met since she had arrived at the town; but the burden of carrying the entire truth was too hard, too heavy. Unconsciously, she clenched her fist, before finally looking up.

“Joe –“ she started and paused. Joe stared at her. He wordlessly walked to the door and locking it, changing to the closed sign hanging on the door.

“Now there will be no chance of anyone disturbing us. What happened Sam?” he poured a glass of whisky and placed it in front of her.

She closed her eyes, remembering briefly yet so distinctly she could almost feel the taste of it.

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The man heaving over her panted heavily, beads of his sweat falling onto her as his hands roamed the curves of her half naked body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he panted, kissing her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She felt revolted at the feeling of his tongue in her mouth but without choice, she closed her eyes bringing her tongue to meet his. He gasped for air as he broke away.

“Clothes don’t suit you, your skin is so beautiful.” He tore away the rest, gently kissing down her body. She gasped with each kiss knowing she had to please him. Pulling her legs apart again, he stuffed himself in her, heaving until he finally lay tired on her.

She looked impassively at him. It was just a job. He was just another of those filthy mobsters that had threatened to kill her only sister if she didn’t give her body to them. What number was he now, she wondered. How many more men before she could call it a day. She looked at the side of the bed. There lay a small knife. Her eyes flickered back on the man sleeping on her. Trying hard not to move too much, she reached for the knife that resided between the mattress and the wooden frame of the bed. Her hand closing on the cold metal handle of the butter knife, she stabbed him. She stabbed him over and over again until the blood spurted all over her.

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“Sam?” Joe prodded, breaking her from her thoughts.

“I killed him, Joe,” she whispered. “I killed one of the William’s henchman. I couldn’t take it anymore.” She flinched as he put his arms around her and quietly pet her hand like a mother would do to a child.

“You just killed a henchman of the biggest triad leaders.”

“I-I need to get out of town quickly,” she stammered, her tears streaming down her face. He wiped her tears away.

“Have you got your stuff?” She mutely nodded, gesturing to the haversack beside her. “What about Sara?”

“She managed to flee town yesterday, but I have no idea where. I was too scared to call her in case they tapped my –“ She hushed at his warm embrace.

“Calm down. Let’s get out of this town.” He moved to retrieve some items in his apartment above his bar. She stared stricken at him. “If I’m gonna get you out, I might as well come,” he smiled at her.

“Thank you Joe,” she smiled a little.

“Don’t worry, everything will be ok.”