After a short rest, Nadine calls me back to the kitchen. “Dinner’s ready. Help me serve it,” she instructs.
I nod and follow her to the dining room, where the men are already gathered, talking loudly and drinking. The atmosphere is tense, and I can feel their eyes on me as I enter the room with the tray of stew bowls.
I start placing the bowls in front of the men, keeping my head down, trying to make myself as invisible as possible. As I move to serve one of them, he grabs my ass, making me jump. Without thinking, I grab his hand and pin it behind him, making him scream. The room falls silent for a moment, and I can feel my face flush with embarrassment and anger. I know I am going to get beaten now for defending myself. I immediately let go of his arm.
“Hey Josh!” Arlo’s voice cuts thr
