A Victims Story: Max

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I felt the rush of a chill up my spine, "Ah, Manne', I can't take it", I said with lust. He went in and out as my fake groans got louder and until he climaxed. Ten minutes after spooning he paid me six hundred yen and left. "Another day of rent", I counted it out pulling out my money sock. I was about to get in the shower until i thought a client walked in. "MAXWELL GET OUT HERE NOW I NEED MONEY", oh geez it's mom. I came in the living room, and say her itching and still crack addicted. "Mom I only have enough for rent now. An you com-", in the middle of the sentence she slapped me with knuckles ad I hit the floor. "Look at me I need money, and I will get it one way or another", she pulled out her sharp rusty fork. "You know that I will kill you, you make money for me. You know I will, you seen what I did to your brother. All your brother did nothing but wine and cry and get in the way, even if he was seventeen, he was stupid and needed to die", I shed a tear. I heard the police knocking on the door and the door broke, I scrambled to get up but my mother stabbed me. They took her in the big house and I too.

"You have any other relatives?", the police said in questioning. "No, they all died", I sound heartless, but my eyes said different I know. "Well we need to enroll you in school, Sweet Amoris is the name", he slid a pamphlet and a white card to me. "Bring that card to a grey haired lady in the main office and say Tony sent you", he smiled. I knew then there was hope. I released my friends from the dream and they all hugged and smiled at me. "Noizu-cu you're up man", and his vision of life began.

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