Big Daddy

Foul Play

Big Daddy shifted on the bench to turn more towards the girls. 

"Um.. excuse me ladies." Both were awoken immediately by the sound of his harmonious voice. "It's getting really late. You both look tired and hungry. I can offer you a place to stay tonight." They both looked at each other with wild eyes, red lipstick smeared across their faces where black eyes were forming from the coach's beating. 

"Oh gosh... Big Daddy, you know I would never turn disobey you in any way, but I have to work the poles tonight. My pimp says if I don't he'll make my dad my next customer. Trust me, I've done that before and it wasn't very pleasant. " Lindsay jutted in.

"Ugh, me too. I have a modeling shoot for Victoria's Secret tonight. It's super important to my career growth." Brittany complained. Big Daddy felt the anger boiling inside of him.

"GIRLS." He yelled firmly, both their heads snapping up to meet his stern gaze. "I was not actually offering anything, I was commanding. My bodyguards will bring you to my house in one of my Teslas. I WILL see you there, and you both know what power I hold. "

Brittany and Lindsay slowly turned towards each other, and felt their hearts begin to race. The love Big Daddy had shown everyone, was it all a lie? His kind hearted nature that caused him to become such an icon to the whole world, was it not real? Maybe the rumors about how his parents used to beat and mentally abuse him were true. "Nah, he's such a great guy, ain't no way he's bad in anyway, at all! I mean, look at him! His football gear is more expensive than my whole life's worth!" Lindsay cheered. Little did she know, she would be the first victim. 

Big Daddy was carted off the field atop a golden throne, carried by his most favorite slaves. Brittany and Lindsay cartwheeled over to their assigned tesla. The bodyguard opened the door and allowed the two young girls to enter. He then slammed the door shut. Brittany and Lindsay were too busy taking Snapchat pictures to notice where they were going, or the fierce look in the bodyguards eyes. 

Watching the two girls in the back through his mirror, the bodyguard quickly snatched their phones and tossed them out of the window. "My name is Brandon. I will be your escort from now on." He shouted, but Brittany and Lindsay were too busy shrieking and grieving over the loss of their phones. 

Soon enough, they reached a majestic mansion, in all it's glory, the fountain waters rushing down like the drool in the girl's mouths. Brittany and Lindsay were in complete awe, they had never imagined the riches of Big Daddy. Brandon rigorously pulled the car up to the entrance hall, which was plated in 24 karat gold. He revved the Tesla one last time with his extraordinarily long fingers before stepping out and grabbing both the girls out of the premium harvested cow diamond embellished gold threaded leather seats. He pulled them into the house, their mouthes still open, and placed them in an elaborate couch, which was similar to the Tesla seats. Soon enough, the ugliest man anyone had ever seen entered the room in a rush. 

"Hello ladies, and welcome to the Big Daddy estate. We are sorry to rush you, but we are in a hurry. Big Daddy wishes to have a piece of that fine ass, and he wants it now. My name is Ronald, by the way. Hit me up sometime. Anyway, Big Daddy has asked for Lindsay. Let's go, we have no time to waste. Brandon, take Brittany to cell F45." Brittany's mouth still hung open, she had not heard a single word. Lindsay, however, was at attention. She got up and rushed away with Ronald as Brandon grabbed ahold of Brittany and dragged her lifeless body down to the assigned cell. 

Ronald clutched Lindsay's twig-like arm tight in his iron grip. She stumbled her way through the seemingly endless hallways that bombarded her vision. She wondered when they would finally reach their intended destination, and she wondered of what lied in front of her. She was soon distracted by Ronald's ugly long hair, seeming to be burnt to the point of no return from the usage of curling irons. "Hey, Ronald? I can hook you up with some fine ass hair products if you ever need, it appears you might." she flamboyantly said. Ronald glared back at her, and tossed her into the door at the end of the hallway.