After a while i got tired of running so i walked the streets of Bronx looking for a place to sleep when all of a sudden a car pulled up to me. I felt uneasy so i began to walk faster.
"Hey, where you think you goin?" said a tall light skinned guy with green eyes and long dreads.
"None of your damn business!" i snapped back at him.
"Fiesty, huh?" he smiled at me and grabbed my arm.
"Get off of me, i dont even know you!" i tried snatching my arm away, but he was too srong. He tightened his grip on my arm. "Umm, Ow! That kinda hurts." i said sarcastically. Wait, my gun. I grabbed the gun from my back pocket and aimed in between his eyes. He let go instantly, backing away with his hands up.
"Don't worry, we'll meet again." he said getting in his car and driving off.
I couldnt find any abandoned warhouses or other places homeless people sleep, so i sat down at a near-by park and dozed off.
I felt someone nudge me so i jumped up, scared half to death. It was the same guy i ran into earlier that night. This time he had a gun and he brought along two other guys with him. He pointed the gun at me. "Get up!" he demanded. I looked at the gun and the two other guys and i knew i wouldn't have a chance so i did as he told me to. One of the guys patted me down and found the gun in my back pocket and took it from me. They put tape around my hands and on my mouth and threw me into the backseat. I noticed there was another girl. She had vibrant green eyes and long brught red hair. She looked somewhat like Rihanna. We both looked at eachother.
They took us to a big warhouse. There were lots of girls about 16 and up running around the house in slutty clothes.
"Who are you? Where are we? Why do you want us?" i asked as soon as they took the tape off of my mouth.
The guy smiled. "My name is Cash. This is where i keep all my workers and business has been slow lately so i need a couple new workers."
"What the hell type of business do you run?" asked the pretty girl with a bit of a bajan accent.
"I run a prostitution business, duh! Thats why you see so many hoes running around."
"Wait so your a pimp and you wanna make us prostitutes?" i asked in disgust.
"Pretty much."
"Oh hell no!" i got up and tried to run but one of the guys put the gun to my head and told me to sit my "yellow" ass down.
"But before we can do that, we'll have to test you out." Damnit. He's gonna rape me. How many people are gonna try to rape me in one night? He pulled me into a dark room. I tried to break free, but again his grip was too tight. He pulled me in towards him. I kneed him in the stomach and headed for the door but it was locked. WTF?! He came towards me again. I punched him as hard as i could and he went stumbling. I started banging on the door which was stupid. I knew no one would help me but it was my only hope. He got back up. I grabbed the closest object, which hapened to be a lamp, and hit him across the head with all my might. I looked around the room and spotted a window. I ran to the window, but soon discovered that they had bars on them. I got frustrated and started to pull and bang on the bars. I screamed like a wild banchee, but that didnt help. He made his way to his feet and approached me. Damn, is this nigga a cocaroach? He grabbed me. I kicked and screamed but nothing worked. I cried the whole time. It was no use. Nothing was gonna make him stop. I might as well face the fact that its going to happen this time. Im going to get raped and there is nothing i can do about it. But i didnt give up. Im a fighter. I always have been and i always will be.
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FanfictionBianca is a 16 year old girl. Her mom was a drug addict and the last memory she had of her father was when he tried to push her out the window. She ran away looking for a better life but found the exact opposite. One night when she was looking for a...
