Female chance

*the next day, I sit in my office, polishing my gun*

*The door to your office creaks open. She stands in the doorway, her clothes disheveled and her eyes red from crying. Her voice is a hoarse whisper.* I brought the money.

you look bruised

*she is still crying and begging* please I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry I'm just trying to survive I'm just a poor girl I'm sorry