Beautoix was a very short man, square built and paunched. At least fifty years old with sparse greasy greyish hair that lay flattened over his pointed...skull in long waxed mats like the viscous trails of black worms.His teeth were small, irregular and quite black.An odor equally sepulchral and cloacic wafted from his mouth when he spoke. His eyes were perpetually bloodshot and rolled like jellied eggs in their tiny pits. He was coarse and spoke a vulgar gutter-French patois.But, as my father. As he tore through the armor of his nineteenth victim and slashed him from shoulder to hip, he lurched forward in pain and looked down. An arrow had pierced his chest, driving through his body and passing just under his heart.“Felix!” Serenity screamed.Refusing to let the injury slow him down, Felix slashed the throat of his twentieth enemy, giving his neck a wide, bloody smile. A second arrow was launched, striking him in the gut. He staggered back with blood pouring from his mouth and. ” “Shit, she’s a hot little cunt,” the old man remarked, as he stared Hannah up and down a couple times. “I’ll let you get to business Joe, same room as usual my friend.” “Thanks Jim,” Big Joe replied, putting $50 worth of cash on the counter before taking the keys to his room. Hannah’s heart started beating harder and harder as the massive Outlaw dragged her out of the lobby and toward one of the nearby rooms. She glanced around the area but there was nobody else in the vicinity and very few. Those blue eyes are wide now, panicked, and she's struggling, kicking her legs and trying to get away from you.You get in close."Who did you think you were fooling, slut? Huh? Did you think I wouldn't see what you wanted, wearing stuff like this?"Your other hand is below the water now; over her breasts, down across her midriff, and there it is, that warm little prize she keeps between her legs.She grabs your wrist and tries to pull you away, shrieks muffled under your other hand.Your fingers.