Hoochie House "2x3"

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I stumbled out as he pulled my arm. My wrists were still tied behind my back. I took a good look at the place. It was ratchet and fucking disgusting. It was all beat down and ugly. He kept pulling me. Now what the hell are we doing here?!

He took me to the back of the building. There was one of those bike holders of whatever the fuck it was.

"Sit" He hissed.

"What?"

"I said SIT" He emphasized as if I were a fucking dog.

I obeyed. It wasn't like I had a choice so I sat down, my back leaning onto the bike thingy. And of course, he chains me to it. What the hell is this? THIS IS ABSURD AND UNCALLED FOR.

He brutally gripped my hair, making me yelp in pain. He brought me close to his face. His hot breath crashing against my sensitive skin.

"If you try to run, I won't hesitate to slit your throat" He whispered in my ear. I felt tears roll down my cheeks. He let go and laughed. I'm crying? I never cried. Normally I would just throw things in anger. Now I was just scared shitless. I don't know who this guy was and what he wanted, but Im damn sure he's fucking scary. As he opened the back door, The stench of alcohol and pussy ran through my nose. For the love of God!

"Hey, I brought a new bitch here. I need you explain how I run things here." A new bitch?! Oh hell no. He's so lucky that I'm tied up. What does he run? What the hell does he do? Harry came back with two of the most sluttiest skanks I've ever seen.

He disappeared into the abyss of the building. Bitch 1 stood before me, looking at me from up and down. "You need to ditch those clothes" She told me, reaching down to pull off my sweatpants. "UHM NO. I'd like to keep my clothes on" I hissed, kicking her hand away. "OW YOU WHORE" she said as she slapped me. Wrong. Fucking. Move.

"I swear to god when I get out of here I will break off all of your fingers and grind them into juice. And I will watch you drink it up from a bowl because you're a little bitch" I hissed with venomous words. There was no literal way to describe my anger. I gritted my teeth as she backed up. "And you" I told the other one, "Dont you dare speak a word. Don't touch me. Don't look at me or I will come at you with Blades and Lemon juice. I'm talking some serious shit" I said, my anger taking over. I had no control what so ever.

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