Lily scowled—not in fright, not even in anger, but in utter indifference. As if she was looking at a pile of dung someone had left in the middle of the road.
She'd endured this shit for years.
These filthy, leering, half-brained pigs thinking they had any claim over her. Thinking that, just because she was a woman, they could do whatever they wanted.
But today?
Today was different.
"Well, well."
One of them began, it was the same guy from before who flexed his biceps and asked her if she wanted to fell it.
He flexed his arms like a rooster puffing up its chest.
His muscles bulged, thick with years of hard labor—but Lily had zero doubt they were more fat than strength.
His beady eyes twinkled with amusement as he grinned at her.
"What brings you here, Lily, dear? Couldn't resist seekin' out the company of some real men?"
More chuckles rippled through the group.