But Rincewind left. She returned to the whorehouse. Ryan didn't sleep. He drove through Los Angeles and looked for her. Then he called his friend- that policeman. "Francisco? Rincewind-meh, that woman we saved-I've lost her. Could you help me to find her?" Francisco was in Ryan's car immediately. "Hey dude. Do you have any idea? Where could she go?" Ryan turned to him. "I think, that she could return to that whorehouse. But I didn't dare to go there alone." Ryan stopped in front of the house. Francisco knocked. Some man opened the door. "What do you want here?" "I've just heard about one very talented whore. Her name is Rincewind Saintjean." The man looked at Francisco. "Come here." They went upstairs. "Turn right and she is in the third room." Francisco entered the room and saw blonde girl lying on the ground, with apathetic look and naked body stained from blood. Francisco gave her his jacket and tied her to his body. "It will be good." He opened the only window in the room covered by cartons and jumped down. His legs hurt him, but he ran to Ryan, sat Rincewind on the backseat and sat himself next to her. "Ry, I think you should make a stop in hospital. And then take her and fly back to Denver. The men will look for you and believe me, they didn't look very friendly.
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FanfictionRincewind is named like one of characters from Terry Pratchett's books and she lives similar life like that wizard. She is a slut in an illegal whorehouse. She is desperate and employees of her boss rape her everytime they can, like the other girls...
