The Brown Eyed Daughter

Chapter 2

Lala's mind was fuzzy and her vision was burry, almost non exsistent. Her body felt numb, but she could feel someone hovering over her, and a pressure between her legs. She tried focusing her eyes on the being above her, though all she could make out was a breathing heavily dark figure. In her confused thoughtless mind she knew what was happening to her. She tried lifting a limp arm to push the man away. It did nothing, no power was behind the dead limb.

"Smile for daddy." The man inside her whispered beathlessly, grabbing her face and turning it to the side. Her unfocused vision noticed a another dark figure, holding something in his hand pointed at her. "Daddy made a sweet little fuck, didn't he?" Lala could feel the man moving faster, rougher. Her lost mind was glad she couldn't feel her body. The only thing she could do was close her eyes, and pray for the sickening moment to end.

"Sorry for daddy's little girl, but..." The man groaned in pleasure, reaching his climax. He then stood, pulling his pants up. "We gotta break her in somehow." Other mens laughter was heard through out the room.

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Jayde took a breath of the cigarette perched between her pale pink lips, exhaling through her nose as she sat on her bed, her eyes glued to the book in her hands. She found it hard to concentrate on the book as the rest of the women in the room laughed and talked loudly. The room was three motel rooms with the dividing walls knocked down, eighteen cots and three bathrooms. "Does nobody know how to shut the fuck up for once?!" She belted, the cigarette still between her pale lips.

A curvy latina woman with light green eyes, known as Kiki, looked over to Jayde. "Somebody needin' their fix already?" Kiki smirked, mentioning Jayde's habit.

Jayde rolled her eyes when suddenly one of the doors bursted open. A guy who watched over the girls from time to time, known as Carl, barreled in carry a young pale girl. Carl was a pretty sweet guy, helped the females when they needed it, from money for tampons or beating the living hell out of someone for taking too much advantage of one of the women. He has earned some nasty scars because of the girls, but he has no regrets. They were like daughters to him...Prostitute daughters nonetheless. His scarred face was pained for some reason Jayde wasn't sure about. Carl flopped the girl on a empty cot and immediately shot outside, moments later a car was heard speeding off. Jayde's eyebrows scrunched together as Johnny and his back up walked in.

"Meet your new roommate." Johnny chuckled, looking at the girl curl into a ball, whimpering in pain as she laid there in her drugged state.

"Get that fucking nasty bloody bitch off my fucking bed!" Kiki shouted, charging up to Johnny.

Kiki's comment made Jayde take note to the dried blood on the girls inner thighs. A virgin? Jayde thought. They always broke in the new girls. Why they had to do it so violently, Jayde couldn't wrap her head around it. Though she had a theory, but she honestly didn't care. They'll get use to it, she always thought.

"Excuse me?" Johnny spoke darkly, as his, what the women called his muscle, stepped in front of him, making Kiki move back, quieting herself. "That's what I thought." Johnny smirked. "You cunts know the routine, give the bitch some advice of how to stroke or suck a dick and don't kill each other." And with that they walked out, leaving the girls to stare at the young female.

Kiki walked over to her cot and flipped it over dumping the bloody mess of a human being on to the floor. The still slightly sedated teen groaned burying her face into the dirt covered once white carpet. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Jayde jumped from her cot.

"She'll get the fuck over it. Worse is bound to happen to her." Kiki chuckled fixing her cot, not paying no mind to Lala on the ground. What did Kiki care anyway? In her mind the stupid bitch got herself in this situation on her own, she probably deserved it.