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“Slaves, whores, what’s the difference?” The pimp tried to stare down Tyrie.
“The difference is that we are neither.” Tyrie punched the pimp in the face as hard as she could. The blow knocked him back several steps.
“Oh, now you’ve gone and made them angry. You won’t like them when they’re angry.” Erlenmeyer said.
“Fucking bitch!” The pimp wiped the blood running from his nose off his face. “You think you can tell me what to do on my street with my whores?” He pulled a gun from his waistband. He leveled it at Tyrie.
“Oh no, gun!” Erlenmeyer yelled.
A knife materialized in the pimp’s throat. A spear protruded from his chest. Slowly the body fell to the ground, as if it was taking time to process the information that it was dead.
Several of the hookers screamed and ran to the prone body. “You killed him! He took care of us and you killed him. Now what are we going to do?”
Tyrie looked down on the group. “The slaves weep for their master. You disgust me. He used you. You should never let a male tell you what to do. Learn to live your own lives. Or sit here and starve to death. I don’t care either way.”
“Oh no, this is not good.” Erlenmeyer was scanning the street to see if there were any police around. “Look, you can’t just go around killing people like that. We’ve got laws against it. I’m mean, you could probably claim self-defense but I don’t think a jury is going to understand any of this.”
“He threatened us. We have done no wrong. For a male to do such a thing in our world he would be whipped at least or killed for his offense.” Thara said.
“Yeah but we aren’t in your world. We’ve got to get out of here.”
“On that we agree, Earl in Mire. The beast continues to elude us. It is wounded and that makes it more dangerous.”
One of the hookers came over. “Look, we got this. You actually did me a favor. I’ll take care of the girls here. You just take your pasty ass boy toy and get out of here.” She kicked the pimp. “I never liked his punk ass anyway.”