The Punishing
I watched as she walked out of the shadows and into the illumination of a streetlight, looking at the ground as she walked. She wore the short skirt and crop top that was the uniform required by her employers at the bar she waitressed at till 2am most nights. It was by chance that I witnessed what she did for extra money whenever the occasion arose. The week before I had stopped for a few drinks around closing time. As I sat in my car smoking a cigarette and returning some texts, I became aware of movement behind the small shed the bar used to store their empty kegs. Behind the shed to my right, were a man and the waitress that had served me my drinks. As I watched, unbeknownst to them, it was …