CORPSE | one - shots

No. 23 | Escort

⚠️ This part contains very mature scenes. If you do not think you will be able to handle some of the scenes then please take care of yourself and skip this chapter. Stay safe, thank you for reading. 🤎⚠️

"She's been down the darkest roads; she's been all alone."

"Her real daddy didn't love her."

"She puts a price on her body."

"She's never gonna be done with this bullshit."

Her friends said these things all the time even if she was around to hear them.

They made fun of her and called her a whore for doing what she did to earn money.

They didn't know her past because she wouldn't allow them to and that enraged them.

They would mock her work and call her a useless waste of space.

She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't even flinch at the hurtful insults that would drive most people to insanity.

Instead she took their insults and made more money than all of them combined.

But I could tell she was on her last thread.

With her friends,

Her schooling,

Her job,

Her life.

She needed a real friend.

Just someone that would be there for her and listen to her.

Someone to pull her out of this viscous cycle of hatred for herself.

So I tried.

I tried that.

So many times I tried...

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"Hey." I said while standing at a bar with her one day.

"Hi~" I could smell the distinct odor of the whiskey she had drank oozing from her words.

"Do you want to go and have a talk outside?" I asked her.

Before I could get an answer back she had her hands on me.

"Baby come and work for me, I could give you love for free." She spilled while rubbing her cold hands down the exposed part of my chest.

"Please stop. What's your name?" I asked, genuinely curious so I could finally put a name to a face.

"Y/n. Call me paradise, though." She winked with a mischievous smile on her absolutely beautiful face.

I couldn't help but smile back at her even if that smile wasn't genuine or meant in the way I took it.

"How about I take you home and get you away from these freaky people, yea?" She instantly backed off.

She looked me up and down with furrowed eyebrows and then raised one when she thought she figured me out.

"You one of the undercover cops? If so fuck off and go do your job." She then turned around to walk away from me.

I sighed and ran a hand through my curly hair.

I wasn't going to chase after a seemingly drunk woman that didn't trust me. I wish I could but that could get me a couple charges and ruin the relationship I had with her before it even began.

I turned my glass up and drank what was left before exiting the bar and driving home that night.

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