Between the minutes I was there everyone kept talking about Mike. They had me sit down in a room in Lock down. Where I was alone.
It looked like an office, well organized. Except the couch, it smell like perfume and I put my hand down, I found a bra and maybe one or two underwear's....
I felt naked, so I took the pillow and put it in front of myself. Although the room was cold, i looked around calculating an escape. But everything seemed well closed, just like a doll house.
I tried to over hear what they were saying in the hallways, tho it sounded kind of nice what they were telling this "guy." All how pretty I was and how she could make us "a lot of money?.." What's wrong with this world. My first thought was to do what people do in the tv, get ready for action and start acting like this is your best year yet!
This "guy" I think is Mike or Michael, how ever you want to call him. But he was about to enter that door any second.
He was tall, handsome with this perfect chin. God, why did he have to be someone who tapped girls? He had black up to shoulders hair and dressed very nicely considering he looked like in his 30s.
He started to tell me how much money he made and how he would make me be richer. It'd be a "debt" for being here. All I had to do was be his prostitude. What have I gotten my self into???
**Although the this chapter/page is very short, this is not a true story! This is based on something that could happen to anybody using the wrong websites! Please watch what websites you use so, this will not happen to you*
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