Nawlins

Antoine had family here. It was a part of town that had never recovered from Katrina. It still smelled decayed and moldy, well past its prime. Antoine had taken her here for a weekend, trying to get some sort of traction with her away from the noxious Broadus. But here, under a flickering light, on a mattress that was soiled with God-knows-what, the house wasn't the only thing that felt past its prime.

But Elizabeth remained as supple and pleasing as she could, the mattress creaking as Antoine fucked her, his balls popping her asshole, both of them sweaty from the humid surroundings alone. After he came in her, he laid beside her, panting.

"We could flee here, you know. Just us and the kids. Broadus would never have to know," Antoine said. Elizabeth frowned, feeling sympathetic but realistic.

"Baby ... Master Broadus wouldn't just let us leave," she said. His eyes got wide.

"Master Broadus?"

"I mean, Mister Broadus. He's just a very calculating man, baby. And I've seen him collect. He finds people I didn't think could be found." Antoine sighed.

"Yeah ... I know."