pimp
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a man who controls prostitutes and arranges clients for them, taking part of their earnings in return.
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briyana
"start packing!" i heard my dad yell from downstairs.
i groan in frustration, all i wanted to do was get a brick and smash it over my parents head.
my parents have always been very wealthy and stable people, people with class as others recall.
but to me, they're complete psychopaths.
this afternoon, my parents had barged into my room and told me to start packing bc i'm leaving, i don't know why yet.
i'm 17, about to be 18 in a month and i've been dying to move out ever since i was 13.
they've added 6 million to my bank account every month since i was 10 and i only waste a couple 100 grands which would leave me with a good couple millions to move out.
"briyana!" my mom shouted from downstairs, "what!" i replied.
"come down here and bring your bags!"
i rolled my eyes and grabbed my things making my way downstairs with the 2 bags i had packed.
i saw a late 40's looking man downstairs talking to my dad, "who is this?" i asked staring at the guy.
he had black hair with some white strands, a black button up shirt with black pants.
he had these super blue eyes, so light it creeped me out a bit.
"he's your owner" my dad answered making my head snatch his way, "my owner? i'm not a dog. i don't have an owner" i scoffed.
my dad smirked, "your not a dog, your a stripper now waiting for some rich guy to buy you."
i stared at him, "your saying that i'm gonna be bought from some guy? fuck you" i spit in his face.
2 big guys walked in the house and grabbed me and my bags. "let go of me" i tried getting out of their grip, but it was too strong.
the guy threw me in a van with my bags and shut the doors.
i got up and tried opening the door but they must've removed the indoor handles, "fuck" i muttered.
they came back and started the car, "hang tight in there babygirl" one of the guys turned back and winked at me.
i sat at the corner and sighed, what the fuck.
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i checked my phone and 2 hours passed by, one of the guys was opening the door and i quickly hid my phone.
"let's go" he said and pulled me out, i winced at how harshly he gripped my wrist, "sorry" he said.
"edwin let's go!" a guy shouted
