A homeless drug addict is kidnapped by a drug dealer and sold to his good friend and top customer.
Will Madeleine survive?
Warning: contains rape scenes
It was the break of winter, still technically fall, but it's already snowed here in Toronto. I huddle up in my blanket. Today was a little sunny so my wet clothes got a chance to dry out, but the sun was long gone and now I am damp again. This sweatshirt and skinny jeans doesn't keep much heat.
The hard ground is uncomfortable, so I shift a bit and hide behind my bangs as some sports cars race pass me in the streets. My mittens had a few fingers missing off them, so I breathe on them in attempts to soothe my frost bite.
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How did I end up like this?
I hated being sober. This is when the reality of it all kicks me in my ass. A few tears fall from my eyes.
Almost on cue, an all matte C-class Benz slowly creeps up the street until the back door is lined right in front of me.
I sense danger but I do not move.
The man dressed smartly in a suit comes out of the backseat and looks down at me dauntingly. I watch him carefully.
His pearly white teeth and jet black, neatly cut hair would trick me into thinking he was superman - someone to count on for help. When we first met, he honestly was my superman, but now I see him for the lecherous piece of shit he really is.
He opens his arms theatrically and greets, "Long time no see, Maddy!"
When he sees that I'm not answering, he frowns and glares at me.
"So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" His stare was so intense I couldn't meet it any longer. "When did you become such a stick in the mud? We used to have so much fun." I shivered as he dragged out those last few words. That "fun" is why I'm here now. He inches closer until he is directly in front of me. Then, he crouches down slowly so he can be eye level with me. "What? Don't speak English anymore? In 2011 you learned how to speak it so well from me right? Oh- I know what you do speak..." he pulls out a brick of crack cocaine and my mouth immediately waters. I begin to slightly sniff in anticipation of the hard drugs. "Wow, what a reaction," he laughs at me - mocking me.
I snap out of my lust. "W-what what what do y-y-y-y-you wa-nt," I stutter from the cold.
"I want that plumped lip special," he says while stroking my natural curls. I don't respond. "You know you're the best cocksucker in the city right?"
I huff and screw up my face, but I do not cry. He wasn't going to get to me and I don't need drugs; I need food. "I-i-i-i-i c-c-can't help you, Ramone. I-i-I'm done."
He stares at me menacingly for a long ten seconds. I freeze in fear of what he might do. This is the first time I'm denying him oral sex so I was unsure of how he'd take it.
Surprisingly, he laughs. He laughs and falls backward from where he crouched to laugh. The joke was so funny he rolled around on the ground. "You what?!" He laughs again, "Bitch, your mom was even a drug addict. You were hooked on this shit from birth so what makes you think you could stop?"
