𝗣𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗨𝗜𝗧

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                  「 EAST SIDE; CHICAGO, IL 」︎              

Cashmeré been yelling &' crying making Kaàjore mad , "Girl shut up, please?", Jore said earning a mug .

"You must planned this shit ? 'Cause why you so calm .", Cashmeré spoke .

"Bitch, what ? Ian plan shit. I'm just saying you not helping nothing — miss mamas."  Kaájore said pulling her arms out the rope .

She crossed her legs &' tapped her foot waiting for somebody to come in the room .

"Kaájore, I know you fucking lyin'.", Cashmeré said looking at Kaájore as she was free .

"Whatt ? My wrist was hurting &' we've been in this damn room for 2 days now. My private &' stuff probably smells," Kaájore says .

But Cashmeré didn't laugh , "KAÁJORE LET ME OUT THESE DAMN ROPE— shhhh , dummy!" She spoke getting up helping cashmeré .

"come on girl , it's a window right there.", Cashmeré whispered .

A chuckle was heard making Kaájore groan , "I know I'm fine but, shit. Let me go. This ain't no damn Jigsaw or The black phone.", She said.

They laughed again coming out the dark .

"The face don't match the laugh ..", Cashmeré said tilting her head .

"Ainnit , 'cause he — Well." Kaájore spoke, they couldn't see faces due to the masks.

"Yo' body don't match yo' face." He spoke looking at Cashmeré

"On swerve. Her ass built like a suitcase. Big back ass." Another one said making the rest laugh .

Kaájore coughed to cover up her laugh , "Nah you wrong." He said laughing .

"I'm not ya'll friend. Why would y'all take us ?", Kaàjore said .

"Mane sit yo' big ass down — you know yo' box built ass can't fit through that window.", One said.

"Y'all steady tryna make jokes but, probably don't even look good.", Kaájore said .

"Ian gon' make a joke about you." He said.

"Actually I am — yo' strong chin ass." He said making them laugh .

"Ight bro , I'm ready to go home. I don't even know y'all &' I'm hungry ." She said .

Cashmeré nodded her head , agreeing .

They whispered before nodding .

"We finna sell y'all .." one said .

They smacked they lips , "Nigga it wasn't negotiable with these hoes ." One said.

"Not in my 20 years , was I sold. Nigga i just found out my friend sold pussy , tuh. Y'all ain't SELLING me ." Kaájore sat down in the chair .

"So what's the next option ?" She said .

"You bold, shorty ." One spoke . "Thanks ?" She said .

"Next option is to kill you ." He said moving in front of her . "Welp , I guess imma die." She shrugged .

"You'd rather die , than be sold ? What type of mindset." Another one spoke .

Kaájore tilted her head at their tattoos but , one stood out to her . "I know you .." She pointed .

He pointed to his self and she nodded . "You be liking all my damn post on instagram &' tiktok." She spoke .

He waved her off , "What's my thing then ?" He said .

"hol on , whole time we making jokes. How you get out that chair ?" Another said making everybody look at Kaájore. Then, cashmeré who steady tried to get out the window .

They stayed quiet. The one infront of Kaájore shot at her making her scream &' duck . "SPEAK!" He yelled.

"FAT BOYS — SPEAK!" She cried but steady joked, sounding like the girl from Aliceinthewonderland. They laughed and walked away. Cashmeré actually got out the window .

"This hoe left me ?", Kaájore said in disbelief .

"Mane , get this fat ass hoe." One said while the rest walked knowing she wasn't gonna get far .
            
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