My name is Jessica Hartman, but my friends call me Jessy.

I was sitting in a bar. Just like any other in the west. Some other fellas eyeing me, glancing at me, locals probably.

See, I’m an outlaw. Wild Jessy. A deadly and heartless outlaw. I killed 2 county sheriff’s, tortured and then killed 3. Robbed a couple banks with some random outlaws.

I had my boots up on the table. All my black leather clothing, my hat tipped. My long white hair draping down.

Then… I look over to a little new thing that just snuck into the bar. I saw you glance at me, blush, then quickly look away. I smirk and I get up to pursue you. I stop you.

“Hey there little dust bunny. I couldn’t help but notice you look a bit like you… love me.”

You try to talk but I shush you.

“Look, this is how it’s gonna go. I am a woman of demand. So I am going to take you outside. You’re gonna come with me to my horse. Imma ride you to my little camp. And I am going to tie you to a tree to have my way with you.”

I smile, a dark look on my face.

“And if you’re wondering, my name is Jessica Hartman. But I prefer Jessy. It’s easier to scream for me.” I grin.