Thread: Flaming Rose (rwinrich x ThatdudeTim) Closed

In the land of horses and guns, saloons and brothels, in the very heart of Texas lived those surrounded by many forms of entertainment. Many forms were not enjoyed by everyone as was the example of one young lady by the name of Jemima Glen. Her first experience with a man was nothing compared to her moments in a brothel as a saloon girl. The very man who took his enjoyment from her was drunk but also happened to be the deputy of the sheriff in the small town of Tombstone. Being that he was the deputy he wanted his enjoyment from the new girl to arrive at the Bawdy Saloon. It didn't seem to end well for either of them, as he ended up taking advantage of her in a way that had her crying to him to stop, yet he did not. When he had finished, Jemima took the gun from him and swung at him with the butt of the gun, smacked him clear across the back of the head causing him to both collapse and bleed out. Little did she know at first, such a hit to the head was lethal for these days as they had no way of stopping the internal bleeding, let alone helping with the trauma to the head. Tearing the rest of the dress she had been wearing, she quickly puts on her grey traveling dress and starts packing herself a bag. At this point she was panicking, she had just killed a man and not just any man, the deputy. She was as good as dead if she was found. Once she had her bag packed and tried to make herself more presentable, she took off out the window, even climbing down the side of the building just to escape. What more could she honestly do? She was a Mexican woman with no family to speak of and she had just killed the deputy. With her tan skin and curly black hair contained underneath her hat, she took what she could and ran for her life. Being on foot wasn't going to be easy but she couldn't steal a horse as she would have no way of taking care of it and it would be another mark against her. Jemima just couldn't condone the thought of stealing, besides she had never actually learned how to ride a horse. Before she had ended up in Tombstone, she had tried her hand at finding an honest job. She even tried to find work as a stable hand or just a helper in the fields, yet each time she was shot down for not having enough experience. It never helped that her parents had died the way they did, leaving her to fend for herself while having had no real work experience. Coming from a home that was rather lavish to working in a brothel was not her dream job at all. Yet, it was a good thing she had lost her virginity to a man she had cared about back then, otherwise working in a brothel would have been so much worse for her. Having been on the run for a few days, she was just so very hungry and thirsty as she hadn't thought to bring such things with her. Along the way she did manage to get something to drink from a creek but now she was no where near water and she wasn't going to chance getting herself lost off the road. At the moment her very curly black hair was falling all around her face, while she was being raped by some bandit's who found her walking alone. It was the point where she hadn't eaten or had any water, so they had offered to help but when she was given a cup of water that was when they pounced on her. Her best traveling dress was shredded and lying all around her in pieces, their hands all over her while the last bandit was finishing up with her. Her cries didn't matter and so after the second one she just sobbed in silence. There was truly nothing she could do to stop them, nothing.