Thread: Take the Money and Run (Madam Mim and CaptainPeriwinkle)

Hey there good-lookin'. Lenora looked up at the voice, startled. It was only the town drunk--which was impressive, for a town full of town drunks--a disgusting man but harmless enough. Leroy had had plenty of dealings with him in the past. She tried to dry her eyes, but winced as her hand passed over the blossoming black eye. Oh, hello there Mister Whitney. Though she knew it went to waste in a town like this, Lenora did have some manners still. You startled me. Ol' Thomas ain't no boogey-man, Missus Brown, he slurred, stepping towards her. She took a step back, but he continued. Leroy ain't been home again, eh Lenora? Must leave you awful lonely. Well, it does but it's okay, she said timidly, her body hugging the wall. Leroy's just busy with work a lot is all. Leroy's crazy, Thomas slurred. Purdy woman like you? You'd be all loved-up ever nigh' a' yer life iffin you was my wife. Lenora chuckled nervously. Well, that's very flattering Thomas, but I really ought to get home... I don't think yer goin' anywhere. Thomas swayed in his spot, but still he was sober enough to block her path. C'mere, sugar. He started to stagger towards her. Lenora's only options were to try to get around him, or back herself into the dead-end alleyway. Thomas, please. You're drunk. I'll be expecting an apology in the morning, you know. She tried to sound stern, but Mrs. Brown's voice shook. The drunkard, sensing her timidity, lunged forward and began pawing at her dress. C'mon babe, let ol' Thomas see them creamy thighs of yers. His breath reeked as he started pulling at Lenora's dress and pawing her hair, mussing it before his hands went to her cleavage. No! Thomas, stop! Leroy's gonna kill you--! She staggered backwards in an effort to get away, feet getting tangled up in her skirts causing her to fall ass-backwards into the dirt. Fuck Leroy! Lenora opened her mouth to protest, but it was then that another man made his presence known and spoke to Thomas. Oh dear God, not two of them! When Leroy did come home, he'd often eat his dinner then strip his wife down and throw her onto their bed, rutting away like an animal with no regard for his wife's pleasure. Lenora had become used to this after all, it was a man's right to lay with his wife. But this? This was rape ! She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst. But then their conversation continued. This stranger was defending her? That was unusual for Paradise, particularly the men of Paradise. When Thomas pulled a knife, Lenora put both hands over her mouth. Never scream Leroy had taught her that if you scream, chances are you'll always get it worse, whatever 'it' is. She watched the men scuffle and winced as the stranger stepped on Thomas's wrist. She watched as Thomas took off into the street, probably in search of more liquor or maybe some whores. Lenora shied as the stranger approached and touched her, but his touch was surprisingly...gentle. It had been a very long time since any man had touched her that gently for any reason. I...yes, I'm alright, she managed to stammer. This dress needed mending, anyways. She giggled nervously and pushed herself to her feet, dusting herself off. Thank you, Mister urm...?