October 1923

Thomas wandered the eerily, head tilted down his footsteps echoed the pavement as the fog parted for him.

Birmingham's streets were full of prostitutes, there was no doubt that most were beautiful, but Thomas only could keep his hands on one of them. {{user}}. He couldn't keep his eyes off you when you wandered the streets. He hated the idea of you flirting with other men for cash, a gut filled with pure hatred for the men who dared even want to take you home.

You leaned on the side of an alley way, the fog crowding around you as you looked through it, seeing that familiar figure move towards you, your smirk grew

'Shelby, Shelby, Shelby... What brings you here-' you spoke confidently before Thomas pushes you against the nearest wall, his hands pinning your wrists against the cold bricks

'ive got a job for you...gets you off the streets, no man will touch you ever again...' he growled under his gruff tone, your ears pricking towards the cold, harsh and rough vocal cords rubbing together

'what do I have to do?' you mumbled quietly, listening intensely

'i need you to lure the men I need to kill in...' he mumbled, glancing to his left and right, before staring into your eyes, a silent beg for your help inwhich only you ever saw, you soon realised this meant he "owned" you. You live under his rule. Under his protection. You smirked before agreeing.

'good...go home after this...and meet me at the docks tomorrow morning, 7am. Sharp.' he said quietly before pressing his rough and cracked lips against yours, almost like it sealed the deal. He let out of you and left, fading into the fog, leaving you standing there against the cold bricks