His Dirty Little Secret//Jayceon Taylor, The Game

The Dark//His Dirty Little Secret

(Sorry that I'm so bad at this 😖)

💁🏽 Natasha 💁🏽

I didn't know how long I'd been with my dad, but I knew it was long enough. I was still being punished for not succeeding in taking down The Game. 

I didn't regret leaving Jayceon Taylor. At least here, in the dark, I knew that I meant nothing in anyone's eyes. But with Jay, I constantly doubted his affections towards me. I felt led on. I felt played. I felt used.

My feelings towards him hurt, but his were obviously nonexistent.

I was locked in my father's basement. It was pitch black, with no light source at all. There was a dirty mattress on the floor with a pathetic rag on it for a blanket. I was given food once every three days. My clothes were dirty and I'd gotten to the point were I couldn't smell my own body odour.

The door swung open, crashing against the wall with a loud bang. I flinched, lifting my gaze, squinting at the sudden light in the room.

"Get up." My dad snarled.

I rose to my aching feet, my limbs hurt.

"Come here."

I walked to him, limping slightly.

"We need to wash you, you have an important visitor." My dad touched my cheek, grazing his fingers to the back of my neck. His fingers twisted in my matted hair, with a flick of his wrist he had a rough grip. He dragged me up the stairs and shoved me into the bathroom.

I knew I had no choice.

It took at least an hour to clean away the dirt. The dry blood. The sweat. The grime. The grease from my hair. It felt like I was there for a lifetime.

I shaved my legs and under my arms, I felt disgusting. I never ever let my hygiene fall. I felt like a dirty dog.

I got changed into the clothes my dad had given me, a crop top and some booty shorts. I tried my best to make myself look good, maybe whoever was out there would be nicer with me if I didn't wear my usual slacks. I looked in the mirror, I had several hickies on my neck and collar bones-all gifts from my dads customers that were sent to me. I had a dark bruise across my cheek bone and a small slit across my lips.

I caster my gaze to the floor and walked out. My father took me downstairs. My eyes caught with a tall man with dark skin and a cunning snarl.