Just Call Me Lily

The Trick

"From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent" - HP Lovecraft

Gabriele

I should be dead... I wish I was dead...

Every inch of my body burns and aches from the brutal beating Tito gave me last night. My eyes are practically swollen shut, obstructing my vision as I apply make up to my battered and bruised face.  
I'm dizzy... My head is killing me... And it hurts to breathe. I should be in the hospital... Not dolling myself up to go turn a trick.

If that crazy bitch hadn't shown up when she did, I probably would have died. He was serious about fucking me up so bad that nobody will want me, and didn't care if he had killed me in the process. She saved my life, but I'm paranoid about going to this mansion tho. Nobody wants a battered ho unless they're into some real twisted shit. I don't have Tito to protect me anymore since he's practically thrown me away. Rich people be havin some creepy ass fetishes, so I'm seriously afraid for my life right now.

"Bitch aintchu ready yet?... Tito just pulled up in a limo sent by that rich dude from Granite Estates" said Sierra, Tito's main bitch..

I was his main bitch first, but his other bitches started plotting on my ass. Especially Sierra... She'd spread rumors that I had AIDS on whichever block I worked. So now I've gone from averaging $1,500 a night to a mere $200.. And I've gotten my ass beat every night since..

"I'm going as fast as I can... My whole body sore" I managed to say.. It even hurts to talk. My entire face is swollen and bruised...

"Well you gon' wind up gettn yo ass whooped again if you don't hurry the fuck up!" she snapped

Even though I want to slit the bitch's throat for how she's coming at me right now... She's right. So I try in vain to do a quick touch up to my hair and make up.

"Ain't shit you can do to cover up how fucked up you look bitch so come on!... I don't know why you going wit us anyway.. Shit look nasty as hell" Sierra said and scrunched her nose up before walking away..

I followed her out of the four bedroom house Tito bought for all 8 of us and was met with Tito's death stare... "You think everybody on yo time or sumn?" He asked, with eyes full of malice..

"No Daddy... I was just hurting real bad" I replied..

"Damn you look like shit!" Tito said in disgust.. He pulled me closer to him by my arm and began squeezing my already sore face..

"You betta hope dat bitch was right about somebody wanting yo nasty lookin ass... Cuz if you fuck up my money.. I WILL kill you bitch" Tito said in my face, with low menacing tone..

"Now get yo stupid ass in the car" he said and pushed my face away..

I got in the limo and all of his other bitches just stared at me and smirked. They all seem to enjoy seeing me get humiliated and abused by Tito, but they console and comfort one another anytime he slaps one of them around. Tito got in beside me and immediately pushed me onto the limousine floor...

"I don't want cho gross lookin ass next to me.. Stay yo ass down there on the flo" he said and his bitches all laughed..

At this point... Fuck life. I hope the sick bastard I'm supposed to meet at the mansion just go ahead and kill me... And put me out of my misery..

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I'm so glad that long as ride is finally over. Every pot hole and bump in the road sent jolts of pain throughout my body. I seriously need to see a doctor... I'm in really bad shape.