I looked into my big vanity mirror checking my curly brown hair with hidden red highlights in it along with my make up . I put on just enough rouge to make me look alive along with powder and eye make up. I had on thick black liner on that had a special look to it but could only be accomplished with using a special brush and some makeup artist skill. I had to look good John always told me . I cringed at the memory from him yelling at me last night for not putting on makeup last night before I went down to serve drinks. I covered up the bruise he left on my left cheek from slapping me so hard I fell down the steps of the saloon. He picked me up after I "fell" and he said he forgave me for upsetting him . After he was done talking to me he brought me to my room upstairs and here I am. I shook myself out of the cold and I adjusted my emerald green silk corset against my pail skin. It fitted tightly against me making my brest look bigger and my waist smaller. It showed what no others but John could have and he hadn't had me yet. He may be a rogue brothel owner and I did work for him but that didn't mean he owned me . When he first put me to work for him he realised he wanted me so he doesn't make me sleep with men I just serve them drinks and play hostess. He makes others think that he is sleeping with me but he only abuses me. That is fine I am just trying to save up enough money to get out of this hell hole. I looked down to put on my black heels . I put them on slowly to keep from having to go downstairs but I know I will soon I just don't want to rush it.
Before I knew it I was coming down the stair case slowly making my way to the bar to start my shift as a bartender. I could feel Johns icy cold stare on my body the entire time I was serving drinks to men . He always hit me if I smiled at any off the men that came through here. Not all the men that came here were bad .Some just came to play poker or billards, some just came for a drink, some came for everything. Those were the ones to look out for. They were the ones that acted like they were god. It was around lunch time and the Saloon wasn't as packed as it normally was. It slowed down so I took the oppurtunity to take a short break and just get a drink of water . I heard the old wooden doors open and slam I was turning my head to yell at who ever did it but when I turned I saw a huge man in the doorway. He was tall and muscular in a way that was physically intimidating. I figured that he could be even meaner than John . He was dressed like he had ridden for miles he had dust all over him . His huge black stetson covered his eyes and hair . He was tan in a way that could only mean he did physical labor all day everyday. He must be a rancher. He studied me as I did him and I just wished that I could find out what he thought of me.
He walked up to the bar and he tipped his hat to me. I nodded back politely and i pulled out a scotch glass and put three ice cubes in it and I downed it in jack daniels. I already knew what he wanted just by looking at him. He slid on to a barstool and he took the drink I offered him. He took off the stetson and my breath caught when I saw his smolldering silver eyes and his sandy blonde hair. Yes he is dangerous. I looked down when he look at me . I looked up again and noticed John watching me . I knew he was mad. I looked over and I saw the stranger watching me with a strange emotion in his eyes. I nodded to him one more time and I walked over to my friend Erina and asked her if she could cover the stranger for me . She nodded yes and I ran up the stairs waiting for John to follow.
Stranger's POV
I came into a Saloon and the first thing I noticed was a beatifull girl at the bar she was gracefull in a way that only had to be natural . I watched her take a drink of water and I watched her pale throat. She looked at me with shining blue eyes with a hint of sadness behind them. Her face was pale but her complection was amazing. She had on a dramatic face of make up that made her look like a goddess . She had on a green silk corset that made her curvy figure look even more delicous. She watched me and I walked towards her not thinking about anybody else in the room besides her. She poured me a whiskey and I knocked back the smooth melt that burned down my throat like fire making me feel even more alive . when I took off my stetson and she saw all of me her eyes filled with fear. She looked down and she looked like an animal that was wild with passion but was tamed by a cruel master. She left me in a hurry and I just wanted to hold her but I watched her run up the stairs holding her skirts after she had said a few words to a woman close to her. I slid off the stool into the shadows watching a man with dark hair and green eyes follow her like a greedy predator. I followed him feeling like he would lead me to her. He busted through a door and I heard a few whimpers. I slammed open the door and I saw him holding her against a wall slapping her . He hit her so hard she fell back and I punched the man in the face. He looked at me in fear and I yelled in fury.
"Never touch her again you curr! She is mine!"
I picked her up and she whimpered in my arms from pain. She was in so much pain she blacked out. Unconsciensly she snuggled into my body perfectly . I carried her bridal style and I carried her out of the Saloon and Brothel not caring about the people watching me carry her out of the building away from her abuser. That Curr would pay for hurting her.
