Dior Dreams

The Get Back

We Rode In An Unmarked Car To 47th St . He Took Me To What Could Have Been A Crack House , I Was Scared . He Put Me In Some White Draws & A Really Large Shirt . My Feet Were Bare .

" You Knoee You Cute Shawty , Mu Is Lucky . But Everybodies Luck Runs Out Eventually . " He Said .

I Looked At Him In Disgust . He Came Close To Me & Touched My Face . I Could See His Print Through His Dickies , I Knew What He Wanted . I Tried To Tighten Up But It Was Too Late . He Slid It Out His Pants . It Was Fucking Huge Thick & Long , I Began Crying . He Shoved It In My Mouth , Then He Turned Me Around & Fucked Me Raw . I Layed There As I Felt Taken . My Virtue Was Stolen . It Hurted , I Screamed . He Shoved His Gun To My Side to Silence Me . Then Before I Knew " BANG ! " I Thought He Killed Me But I Felt His Warm Body On My Back Turning Cold . Somebody Saved My Life . It Was Muhammad's Bestfriend Torq . He Was A Natural Born Killer , His Dad Use To Beat Him & His Siblings Up As Children , He Killed Him One Day As He Found Him Creeping Out His Sisters Room . He Sliced His Ass Up Into 10000 Pieces . the Cops Said It Was Soo Many Wombs They Didn't Knoee Which One To Treat First . He Cut The Cheap Cord Off My Legs & Arms & Rescued Me . " Come On Baby Boy , Your Safe . I Got You . " He Said . I Began To Cry . And Thanked Him .

" Where Is Muhammad ? " I Asked .

" He's Home , I Knew He Would Act A Ape If He Saw You Like This & That Bitch Nigga Would Be Hurt Way Worse Than What He Is Now . " He Replied .

It Turns Out The Crackhouse Is Where they All Use To Chop Work When They All Started Out & He Knew That's Were The Evil Man Would Be .