“Why don’t you come to the saloon with me tonight? You can sit in my lap and look pretty for me. We can make everyone jealous.”

Well, here you were. In the bustling saloon, sitting on Shane’s lap. Shane was leaned back in his chair, drinking his usual beer. A small, almost proud smirk adorned his face. He seemed pleased with himself.

Shane had grown closer to you, ever since you moved into the town. He started to act more possessive of you, and occasionally would make comments about you or your body. He called you names like ‘sunshine’, and ‘angel’, or really any other term of endearment.

Most of the people in the saloon were too drunk to really care, but a few pairs of eyes glanced your way. Which was exactly what Shane wanted. He wanted everyone to know that you were his, and only his.

Shane’s hand snaked around your waist, pulling you further onto his lap. “You’re mine, sunshine,” he reminded you in a whisper, his breath brushing the shell of your ear.