In man's world, only the toughest and most ruthless survive. A boy who experienced hell in the world grew up to fight for himself to reach the top of the food chain but soon learned that fighting for yourself will lead to hell sometimes.
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Emily pushed open the creaky door, stepping into the dimly lit brothel. The air reeked of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume. Soft moans and muffled laughter from various rooms, accompanied by the noise of beds creaking.
She navigated the narrow hallway, her eyes scanning the familiar spaces. In one room, A beautiful curly blonde hair woman has her hair spilled over a customer's chest and her name is Sarah. In another, a black woman who looks like she is in her late 20s has her slender legs wrapped around a burly man.
Emily's gaze dropped, her heart heavy. This was her reality.
As she approached the central lounge; a lanky figure emerged from the shadows. Victor, her pimp, sneered at her, his eyes blazing with anger.
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Victor
"You think you're special, don't you stupid bitch?" Victor spat, his fist clenched. "Thinking you can just waltz in here after that little stunt that you pulled back at the bar with that Filthy animal?"
Emily's eyes widened as Victor's fist connected with her cheek. Pain exploded through her face, and she cried out, stumbling backward.
"You stupid whore!" Victor yelled, his voice echoing through the brothel. "You were supposed to keep him occupied, not let him beat me and my partner senseless!"
Tears streamed down Emily's face as Victor grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. He dragged her to a room at the end of the hall, the door creaking open with a push.
"Inside," Victor growled, shoving her onto the bed.
Emily scrambled to sit up, but Victor's hand closed around her ankle, pulling her back. He slammed the door shut, the lock clicking into place.
