Flora is an innocent and timid nymph that lives in a little cottage in the woods. She loves to lay in the tall grass and bathe under the warm sun. Her favorite thing to do is to pick flowers and wander through the forest.
But every day she must...
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Flora's nose twitched at the pungent smell of whiskey, sweat, and smoke wafting through the room as she made her way through the tables. Flora almost didn't hear her name being called from the kitchen over the booming noise of the small town saloon.
She was daydreaming about laying in the long grass outside in the cold spring weather.
Flora rushes over to find plates of food and some pints of beer "Flora! Table seven! Hurry up and stop standing there!" The chef's voice shouts from inside.
Flora hesitates for a second, wondering if her arms can carry the entire order in one trip. But Flora realizes she doesn't have much of a choice. So she shakily stacks two plates on her left arm, one dish on her right arm, and holds three-pint glasses by the handle in her right hand.
Feeling a bit shaky, she decides it's now or never as she swiftly dances her way through occupied chairs and tables of the crowded saloon—her old long skirts flowing along with her swift legs.
Sweat beads at her forehead as she finally reaches table seven, filled with shouting men. Flora quickly places the food and drinks down on the wooden table too scared to glance at the big bearded men that make up the group.
Flora winces as her corset digs into her hip. Wishing she had enough money to buy one that properly fit her.
Wiping her hands on her skirt, she turns to leave.
"Oy! Darlin, you're a pretty little thing. Why don't ya come over here and sit on my lap!"
A roar of laughter erupts from the other men at the table. Flora freezes mid-step anxiety pricks her chest. Flora slowly turns around.
"I-I'm s-sorry Sir I have to get back to the kitchen."
She timidly answers with her head down a little bit too interested in her old boots.
"Ah! Darlin, Did I ask what you have to do? come here!" The fat man shouts with spit flying from his mouth as he slams his pint glass of beer on the table. He roughly pats his lap with his hairy hands. The other big men snicker like hyenas.
Flora's chest tingles with panic "Sir I really ca-ah, please let go!" The fat man suddenly grips Flora's wrist and yanks her hard into his lap.
Flora instantly gags when she inhales the smell of body odor and whiskey. The other men at the table snort with laughter.
"Now now Darlin, that wasn't so hard, was it?!" He snickers loudly into her ear.
"P-p-please l-let m-me go! I really must get back to work."
Fear spreading to Flora's fingertips as it starts to get harder for her to breathe. Eyes stinging. She wiggles her wrist, struggling to escape from his steel grip. Flora feels even more disgusted when he forces her back against his chest.
Her eyes dart around the table, looking for help only to realize everyone is laughing.
"HA! just wonder what we could do to this little one!" A wrinkly fat man with a yellow beard across the table teases with the other sick men.
Flora realizes no one is going to help her. A sob threatens to escape as the fat man places a hand on her thigh.
Straight panic courses through her veins. With all her power, Flora stomps hard on the fat man's foot.
"Let me go!"
"OY!" The man yelps out. Drawing confused attention from his friends.
She tries to stand quickly, but the fat man hands fly to her hips, yanking her down hard.
"HahA! Not so fast, Darlin!" The fat man slurs.
"I said, let me go!" She screams, making everyone at the table and nearby go quiet and watch.
Flora, now with a free hand, reels her elbow forward and slams it back hard into the fat man's eye. A loud crack and the man screams out in pain, holding his face.
"You FUCKIN USELESS WHORE!"
Flora stands quickly, rushing past all the tables and people slamming into shoulders.
"I'm going to get YOU! YOU USELESS BITCH!"
Tears flowing down her face Flora, still rushing away, quickly glances back to see the fat man out of his chair, searching the crowd for her.
The air gets knocked out of Floras lunges as she slams hard into the chest of a large man. She stumbles back, feeling dizzy. Before she can fall, the tall man catches her hands. ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ Thank you so so so MUCH for reading please vote!
