Nor⭐️Cal

V.

Nor⭐️Cal

Vanity 

Since Chastity and I had our little moment that night, it's only driven us more to get out of here. I should probably mention that we were coming up on fourteen days since we've been here in this building which is called 'The House'. The longer we spent, the more accustom we were becoming to these men and the way they ran things. 

I remember the first day we were here, looking at every girl's face, you only saw fear in their eyes. Now, you see dull eyes. Bodies that walked around drained of their soul, they walked around clueless just waiting for the next demand. There's only been one death and that was from the youngest girl, she was only seventeen but she slit her wrists enough to where she severed a major vein, bleeding out in her room where she was discovered by her owner. She had taken a knife from the kitchen to her room and did the deed. So now things around here were even stricter. 

Chastity seemed to gain a new bruise each day but for bruise she gained, Quan got another three. Only reason why he hasn't killed her is because he needs her in order to make money. So for now she can't be harmed and she's aware, leaving them with physical abuse to one another every day. Quan declined Marquis' request and Mickey was sent to be with the owner who lost the seventeen year old.

Speaking of Mickey, she and I never talk anymore. She doesn't even as much as sit at the same table as Chastity and I, essentially outcasting herself which is fine by me. While she's off having her attitudes and trying to get me to reach out to her, Chastity and I were working on our escape. 

"Good morning." I said to Marquis when he opened the door to my room. I was currently making my bed, pulling the red velvet covers up and then fluffing up the pillow just before setting it down centered on the full size bed. I have to say, while we were here, we weren't left to sit in dirty rooms or anything like that. It wasn't a five star hotel but it was tolerable. 

"Mornin', so you needa handle this and come out when you're done." He said handing me a pregnancy stick. I just glared at it blankly then back up at him. "Quan wants all a y'all to do it. He doesn't want any pregnancies at this stage." Marquis sounded a bit off... not like his usual self and that caused me to be more cautious of him. Even the way he looked was different. He usually had a soft expression but this time he seemed more tense. 

I grabbed the stick and took it to the bathroom while he walked out of the room. Before I do the test, I wanted to get myself cleaned up. Tonight was shower night-thank God, so I threw my hair up in a bun and got right to brushing my teeth. Marquis hasn't taken me out of The House since that one prostitute party that I was rewarded with and I was hoping he'd take me out again, preferably in the day time so I could get a better understanding of where we were. I wanted to ask if the next party Chastity could come with. She'd be able to see exactly where we ere since she knows the Bay Area as well as she does but I doubt Marquis would approve of her coming too- well he might say yes but it's Quan that's the problem. 

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"You take a test too?" Chastity asked as she was waving around the stick with irritation in her voice. "I don't know why I had to take one, if I was pregnant it was probably killed just off all the shit Quan keeps drugging me with to 'calm me down'. I swear, Quan better be lucky that knives are locked up." I saw the newest bruises on her neck, clearly indicating where he had choked her.  

"He has you on drugs that often?" 

"Damn near every fucking night so he can get his damn way with me. First thing I do in the morning when that shit wears off is punch the fuck out of his bitch ass. He's just my punching bag, I give no fuck how badly he tortures me because I'll do it right back." Her eyebrows furrowed and her tone lowered when Quan came walking down the hall to dap Marquis.