Episode 1 Scene 7 - Madame Dubois

Note: This is an unrolled scene, something I envisioned as a genre typical cliff-hanger or even a post-credits stinger.

Though he still felt anxious, the satyr allowed himself a chuckle as he entered his cabin. Fucking James was the cherry on top, of course, but it could be said that he found greater pleasure in manipulating him in the first place. What a sap! He quickly gathered the bare essentials, plus a few keepsakes, and tossed them into his sack. Lingering in the east had been a mistake, he reasoned, so he would set out for California. He'd have to sate his lust along the way, of course, but he would have to content himself with a few one-off tumbles and hope he got lucky. To make up for it, he'd abduct a set of twins once he got to a destination. Then, the extra pregnancy would make up for it.

Just thinking about it got him hard and he actually had to jerk himself off before he left. As it happened, those extra few minutes of delay were fatal. Upon exiting the cabin, he was accosted. Two men, human or half-human, grabbed his arms and a third punched him hard in the gut, reopening his wound. He cried out and they hit him again. Then, his worst nightmare came true and she came into view. Valerie Dubois, unmistakable with her silver hair and piercing ice blue eyes. 'Wait,' he called out to her, desperately, 'I don't have the sword!'

'I know,' she said, stepping closer, 'I learned as much from the ever so cooperative Mister Robinson, after one of my delightful boys here broke his arm.'

The satyr's eyes went wide with fear and he tried uselessly to get free.

'I'll deal with the Lionheart and get my property back in good time,' she said, her face now inches from his, 'but that is of much less importance to me than settling the score. My darling girl was the sweetest creature in all the world. She'd even tell me not to do this, you know? Her compassion knew almost no bounds. My own compassion, however, died alongside her.'

'Please,' he cried, 'I thought the building was empty!' Perhaps she'd buy it, though she probably didn't care. Still, he had to try something, anything.

In response she slapped him hard across the face and spat in his eye. 'Don't you dare! I read her diary after she died. I know all about her rejecting your sick advances.'

His blood ran cold at the mention of it. It was over. He pissed himself before the **** had even begun.

Hours later, when he could neither move nor speak, they dragged him into his cabin and the last thing he saw was fire. It engulfed his home and, in the end, he died just as that sweet girl had done.