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F O U R

Trigger warning: Violence, mentions of abuse, torture, drugs, overdosing, and attempted rape.

The next morning...

Y/N POV

FLASHBACK DREAM

6 Years ago(Y/n is 17)

I'm on my way back to the hub. I had a block to work today, but it wasn't a productive day. The junkies just weren't buying today. In fact they haven't been for a while. Drugs get stronger, minds get weaker, and unfortunately, so do bodies. More and more people have been overdosing lately, luckily most of them don't die they just get clean. Not to mention, there's been a crackdown on drug distribution so people are too scared to get locked up while trying to get their fix. 

Either way, I know I made enough to cover my debt from last time. Spade is gonna fucking kill me if it isn't. Last time I came up short, which was last time I worked, Spade sent me to the rat hole. What's the rat hole? Only the most disgusting, hot, rat infested, dungeon-like place on fucking earth. She tied me up, suspended from the ceiling, and tortured me for days. Brutal beatings either by hand or with her favorite tool: the electrocution wand. After about four days of that, she left me there in complete darkness with nothing but the squeaks of rats, heat, humidity, and pain from the beatings. No food. No water. Just darkness and half a will to keep on living. 

Just kill me now man.

I finally make it back to the hub and make my way to the deposit room to drop off what I had from today. As long as it's enough to cover today and make up for last time, I'm good.

"Look who finally decided to prance on into my office," Spade laughs with her two goons. "You got my money muhfucka?"

"Yeah, I uh, the block wasn't as productive today. Not a lot of buy-"

"I don't wanna hear that shit dickhead. Gimme what you got."

I place my bag on the table and hand her the stack of cash that was in my pocket. She pops the rubber band and starts counting. Is it hot in here? God, who turned on the goddamn heat? I start sweating, but I don't make it noticeable.... I think.

Spade checks each a every bill to see if it's fake. I knew that if there was someone who wanted to buy coke today, bought it from me. There wasn't a fiend without a fix on that block. Please just let it be enough. Only two people have came up short twice. Spade either takes your life or takes advantage of you if you catch my drift.

"Look at yo cute ass, finally got all my money and made enough for this time too!" I took an internal sigh of relief. I feel like there's an elephant that has been lifted off my shoulders. "But I'm not done with you yet."

"W-what you mean? I gave you what you asked for right? What was wrong?" I say frantic almost.

"Don't get loud with me bitch! You do what the fuck I say, when I motherfucking say it. Got that? I own you bitch!" She slams her fist down on the table in front of us, causing me to jump. "Jack and Deuce, y'all give me and Y/n here the room. I got some things I'm tryna taste." Spade licks her lips, eyeing me up and down. I immediately grow scared. She wouldn't do that would she? I'm just a kid. There's no way. 

"Spade wait, there's gotta be something else I can get you. I'll work a second block, I'll run more drugs over the border but please. Not th-" before I can finish, she punches me in the face and I fall to the floor. Tears swell my eyes as she slowly walks towards me.