Traveler trilogy Book 2, updates every Friday!
Five years after killing Levi Cornwall, Arthur Morgan is happy. He has a wife who loves him, an honest job he enjoys, and two beautiful children named Sadie and Hiram. All of it is turned on its head, h...
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Author's Note: Part of this chapter contains Micah being his usual rapey self. This time, it entails him groping a female person without her consent, and her having to run away to get to safety. If that might trigger you, please use discretion when reading this chapter. I'll set the passage off with hashtags so you can skip that part without having to skip the whole chapter if you want.
~Alex
Jenny loved mornings in Clemens Point. It might have been humid and hot here in the deep south, but the camp being on a lake shore meant cooling breezes in the afternoon that made her want to do nothing except sit in the shade of the large oak tree at the center of the camp, or go for a swim in those fresh, cool waters.
Each morning, she woke to the smell of damp, fresh water. The crisp scent in the air was calming and almost therapeutic, and oftentimes Jenny spent the mornings with a hot cup of coffee away from camp, simply standing on the lakeshore and staring out over the water and thinking about things. It was a very peaceful way to start the day, usually.
Unfortunately, today there were other things in store for her.
"Mornin', sweetheart," said the poisonous voice of a viper in Jenny's ear.
She yelped as a rough, unwelcome hand grasped her rear end and squeezed. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her in such an unwelcome way, and she leapt forward, nearly spilling the hot cup of coffee she held in her hands.
"Touch me like that again, Micah, and I'll have your whole hand," she growled.
"Feisty," Micah chuckled, licking his lips and taking a deep swallow from the bottle of whiskey in his hand. "I like that. How's about you and me go lay a blanket down in the trees and have a good, hard fuck like we did in Blackwater?"
"No."
"Come on, Jenny! I haven't had a good fuck in entirely too long, and you're the only woman in camp I know who can give me the time I want." His voice slurred slightly, indicating he was clearly already drunk, even though it wasn't even noon yet, and she could also smell the horrible scent of stale bourbon in his mustache, mixing disgustingly with the sweaty, unwashed smell of his body and his foul buffalo breath.
"No," she repeated, looking around for help. But it seemed Micah had her cornered behind a mound of dirt, away from everyone else's prying eyes. No one was coming to her aid. "Fuck off," she tried, although Micah didn't seem to take the hint.
"C'mon, you little whore," he teased, stepping closer. "You know you had a good time last time."
"You still owe me fifty dollars for that," Jenny reminded him. "I didn't do it for free."
"I don't have to pay you. You know you liked it," he laughed meanly, taking another step forward.
Jenny took a step back to get away from him, but she found her back pressed up against a tree. Unable to escape, she began to panic. Her body froze, and her brain was nothing but white noise, unable to form thoughts.
