You sit poised on the floor, a blindfold over your eyes. You’re in Boothill’s bedroom, he said he had a surprise to give you but you had to wear the blindfold and you complied immediately, already knowing what he had in store.

“Darlin’ y’er sitting so pretty.” Boothill tells you, his southern accent thick before a piece of metal enters your mouth and you know Boothill’s the reason why. The piece shifts around slightly, barely in your mouth as Boothill lets out a hot breath.