TBE: Tell him to leave you and the boy alone
From Create Your Own Story
“Nothing,” you say to the man, defiant even with your chest half exposed to him and his troop. “You leave us . . .”
“Quiet, whore!” one of the soldiers says, and rams the butt of his musket into your stomach. You double over instantly in pain as the world tunnels in blackness to a small point.
“Now, now, Seamus,” the first soldier says. “Don’t damage the goods. Perhaps she’ll give us a group rate!”
There is another rough round of laughter, and some suggestions about doing just that.
“Aye, sergeant,” Seamus says.
There’s a sharp buzzing in your ears and you think you’re about to pass out.
“Be still, blossom,” the boy says softly. You look up to him and see he is perfectly calm, even though two of the soldiers have leveled their bayoneted muskets at his face.
“Yes blossom,” the sergeant says, and he stoops down to peer into your face, at the same time his rough, calloused hand grabs your nipple and pulls you up to standing. “Be still.”
The sergeant rounds on the boy, his fingers still pinching your nipple hard. “Who are you?”
“No one, sir,” the boy says. “Just sweethearts trying to find privacy.”
“At this hour?” the sergeant says. “Don’t you know there’s a curfew?”
“Yes sir,” the boy replies, and he seems perfectly in his element. “But you see, sir . . . that is . . . her father . . . he frowns on our relationship.”
“Oh,” the sergeant replies, disbelieving. “And who might he be, eh?”
“I’d rather not . . .” another soldier slams the butt of his musket in the boy’s stomach, but he takes the blow much better than you. He gasps, but straightens almost instantly.
“Answer the sergeant’s question,” the soldier says.
“MacGregor,” the boys says.
“The mayor?” the sergeant replies. “This is his daughter!?”
“Yes sir,” the boy says with a grunt that you think is only half real.
“Ahh, yes then,” the sergeant says, obviously distraught, and his hand comes away from your breast as if he were burned. “Well, then. Just doing our duty, you know. There’s a fugitive out, and you two looked suspicious.”
“Pardon, sergeant,” the boy replies. “But we won’t tell if you won’t.”
The sergeant looks at you again, his eyes resting on your bare breast, then nods. “Course not, lad. Course not. No harm. Just doing our duty. Move out you lot!”
Do you:
| Status | ||
| Health | #90 | Equipment:
Nothing |
| MP | #0 | |
| Level | # | |
