A Hustlers Prayer: Tyga Love Story

A Hustlers Prayer- Mirror.

[Nique]

I've been sitting in this basement for at least a week. I stink, and haven't eaten since I got here. I can't move because my body is so sore and I can't blame anyone but myself.

"It fuckin' stinks down here." The same dude who raped me yelled covering his nose.

I no longer got offended when he commented on the shit he let happen. He picked me up and carried me out of the basement and up the stairs where the shinning sun temporarily blinded me because I hadn't seen sun in a week.

"Whose the new bitch?" Some guy with long nappy dreads asked as we turned the corner into the living room.

The guy carrying me chuckled. "Shid ion even know sexy name but fuck it she sexy for right now."

I heard him running the water as he sat me on the counter of the dirty bathroom. I could've found a way out but I felt like I deserved this, I was unloved and unwanted so why not leave me in the basement to die.

The dude who still remains nameless stripped me from my soiled clothing and sat me in the warm water. I leaned my head against the grimy shower tiles and stared off into space.

"First thing first sexy, we gotta get that baby outta you." He chuckled.

He finished washing me up then wrapped a towel around my body and carried me into what looked like a bedroom. There was a single mattress and wide open window letting the cool breeze swirl around my body.

"Put this on."

He threw a pair booty shorts and a loose, white tank top at me. I reluctantly slid the clothes on then sat back down.

"Aye, yo Nice!" Another male voice yelled throughout the small house.

I'm guessing the guy who dressed me was named Nice looked at me before he left the room.

"Don't move." He whispered in my face. I cringed as I remembered his voice from the night they raped me.

I turned my head and as he walked out I let my tears roll down my cheeks. How could I let this shit happen to? how could I have been so careless to think drinking and smoking would've made all my problems go away, they did for a minute but after I came down from my high it only added more stress.

Nice came back and demanded me to get up and follow him to all black SUV where we helped me climb in the back and he sat next to me. There were about 6 niggas in the car with us, all holding some form of weapon.

"Where are we going?" I choked out my words because of my dry and sore throat.

"Just ride sexy." Nice said sipping out of his Styrofoam cup.

Thirty minutes later we pulled up to a small apartment complex. After the car came to a stop Nice yanked me out and we walked inside to apartment 2B. Nice knocked and a woman with her head rag and house coat answered with a cigarette dangling from her mouth.

"C'mon in here I ain't got all day." She snatched me by my arm pulling me into the dark apartment.

She laid me on this table and I noticed all of the silver utensils in a bucket pail filled with water. I took a deep breath as I watched the woman move around the apartment mumbling things to myself. I looked at Nice who stared at his phone.

"Take this." The woman shoved a white pill into my hand and I looked at this bitch like she was crazy.

"Take the fucking pill bitch!" Nice snapped and without hesitation I swallowed the pill with a dry mouth.

The last thing I remember was the woman positioning herself in between my legs.

"Wake up!" I felt somebody shaking me.