The Running Delinquent

The Boss

I was sitting there in the musty old basement, thinking to myself. I was thinking about my escape. So far I've got nothing.

A short, round man with a receding hair line steps out of the shadows. Does he think he's a super villain, or what? He sits in the chair facing me, his body so close, that I can feel his warm heavy breath hitting me on the neck. He takes out a cigar, lights it, and blows a puff of stinking smoke into my face. He stares at me for a while, kind of in a weird longing way. He finally starts talking, and says, "you've caused us a lot of trouble miss." I stare, silently. "I was beginning to think that my boys here couldn't complete their assignment, you could have cost them their jobs." "yeah, they only caught me because of a twinkie. And that was after I beat their asses." I snapped back. The creeps were starting to look mad.

"Who are you?" I said as I got back on track. "Me? Well I would say that I am the greatest drug lord of all time. But that would be an understatement."

Geez, he is the king of the creeps, King Creep.

"I answered your question, now you answer mine." said King Creep.

"who are you?" asked King Creep.

"Well, for starters, I am a girl that shouldn't be here. I'm not a fan of drugs, nor drug dealers, so if you would please let me go..."

"Oh but I can't let you go, Trinity. You are mine, I own you. Your father gave you to me." "you will listen to me and work for me, you will be mine."

"The hell I will, Creep!"

King Creep gave me a hard backslap across the face, I recovered and glared.

"Now I will make a deal with you, I'll let my boys have a little fun with you, then I'll give you the rest of the night to realize that you are never going back, and you will be my slave forever."

Now I was scared. King Creep walked out of the room, and said, "Have fun."