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Crouched behind a few barrels, Robin finally slid it out of her pocket and into her hands, looking down at it as if it was dangerous. It is dangerous. A small thrill with big consequences if she didn’t play her cards right. Carefully Robin took a cigarette out, putting it to her lips before clicking a lighter in her hands. “Cmon!” 

She hissed, before a flame bursted forth. Robin took a couple of puffs, her lungs burning as she gagged and coughed- yet she continued on. “Oh shit…” She wheezed, before standing up, unaware of a pair of boots thudding from behind. Robin took one more puff, before being yanked up by the collar of her shirt. “What the hell are you doin’ yah lil’ shit!”

Rusty growled deeply as he snatched the pack from her hands and turned her to face him- his hair damp and eyes glaring death. Robin fell frozen, her heart racing, let cigarette falling from her mouth only to be caught by Rusty. “Are yah stupid? Stealin’ what’s not yours and smokin’ them ontop of barrels of gasoline!” 

She couldn’t decide what scared her more, the fact that she caught, or Rusty’s silent anger as he dragged her back to the truck. “Now say you’re sorry.” 

“What?” 

Rusty paused, before lowering his shades. “Yah heard me.” 

“I-I’m sorry, for stealing your cigarettes.” 

He nodded, his eyes still on her; “You’re gonna have to give me somethin’ in return, an eye for an eye lil girl.” 

He thought for a moment, before smiling. Robin felt sick- contemplating on whether she should start running. But to her surprise, Rusty reached over and ruffled her hair. “Since yah think you’re old enough for cigarettes, you're old enough to be helping your old man.” 

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“Now you wanna get the chain nice n’ tight round’ their necks.”

“Please…I’m sorry!” 

Rusty smirked, yanking the chain even tighter- causing the other man to gag out in pain. With the push of a button, he was hoisted up and suspended within a trailer. Robin couldn’t help but hear a sickening crack, before the thrashing stopped- hanging limp within the air. Gingerly, she passed her father extra chains she was tasked to hold onto. “Thanks Lil’ Red, now yah see what happens to those who are thieves?” 

A lump formed in her throat, yet she slowly nodded. Rusty reached over to ruffle her pale hair, staining it with blood. “Now I don’t want you endin’ up like that thief up there, some people aren’t as forgiving as I am.”