𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋 | 𝙾𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚣

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The beginning part of this chapter involves abuse and rape. *Please read at your own risk* 

As I walked into the house, I shut the door and sighed. "Who was that guy you were with at the store?" Quincy asked. I shrugged. 

"I don't know who or what you're talking about." I walked to the kitchen and placed my bags on the table.

Quincy walked behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Babygirl, don't lie to me. You know what happens when you lie." Then he started to kiss my neck. The last time I lied, he left me at Pimp Lane.

"I'm not lying, I honestly don't know what you're talking about." He stopped kissing my neck then he placed me into a chokehold. "See that's how I know you lyin. All my niggas follow you everywhere. Believe it or not. You saw Oscar at the Bodega didn't you?" I shook my head. 

I could've asked Oscar for help but I just couldn't. 

He let go of me until he grabbed my hair and slammed me on the floor. I started to cry. "Don't think cryin gonna help yo ass outta this. Did you see Oscar when you went to the Bodega?" I shook my head one last time. He scoffed then he grabbed me by my neck and dragged me to a room.

Once we got to the room he threw me onto the bed and told me to stay there. At that point, I couldn't move. Quincy walked in with two more guys with him. "Take off your clothes he said." I shook my head. He looked at me as if I made him look dumb. "Excuse me?" I shook my head again which cause him to slap me across my face. "Bitch have you lost your damn mind. Take yo mothafucken clothes off. I ain't playin with you." His guys started to laugh as I started to cry. 

"Hurry yo fine ass up," One of them said. I slowly started to take off my clothing piece by piece. 

My shirt.

My pants. 

My bra.

Then my panties. 

The started to cheer for me once they say my fully naked. All three of them started to get unclothed as well. Except for Quincy, cause he got undress at the same time I did. He walked up to me. Looked me in my eyes.  Then pushed me onto the bed. He flipped me over so my face would be in the bed. I tried to fight back but every time I tried, he'd slap my ass. 

"Which one of you gentlemen wanna go first." The one with the deepest voice said he wanted to go first. "You need to hold on to her, real tight, she's a wild one. Aren't you?" She said as he shoved his member in my mouth without a warning. Then the guy behind me inserted his member inside me without a warning. I screeched in pain. 

"Damn baby you tight as fuck. Damn." The guys behind me moaned as he repeatedly slapped my ass. "Smile for the camera shawdy," The other guy said with a camera in his hand. I couldn't even look. Quincy took his member out of my mouth then put it back in so I couldn't catch a break. 

"Suck that dick baby damn," Quincy moaned. "See, ain't her pussy good?" He asked the guy. "Mhmm too good Gawd damn. She so wet right now." He took out his member and slapped it against my ass. "Get a shot of this man, now that's a waterfall." Quincy took his member out of my mouth again then got behind me. 

He gripped his hands on my waist. I winced in pain as I tried to hold my breath. Then he let go. 

"Let's go, boys," I think that's enough for her for tonight. The guys began to get dress and leave the room. But, Quincy was the last one to leave. 

I quietly cried as I tried to stand up until he knocked me down again. "The next time I see you with that Santo, there's gonna be more than what happened." He whispered in my ear then he walked out of the room. 

I covered my mouth and cried heavily. I quickly put on my clothes and laid on the floor. 

That morning 

I yawned as I slowly sat up from laying on the floor. I rubbed my head then my eyes. Then took a good stretch. I can only remember certain things that happened last night. 

But you're probably wondering what got me into this. 

Ever since Oscar and I got into that argument in high school. I was down for a long time until I met Quincy. Quincy took care of me and loved me and protected me. Until he started running the Prophets. He used to protect me from the guys but now he doesn't care. To him it's either I deserve it or I don't. 

Recently I heard that the Prophet$ started getting into the fight club business. They already picked their guys and everything. I just hope they don't fight against Oscar cause the guys they have fighting are dangerous. One guy cut off his opponents' oxygen just because. And that was before the match started. 

I walked out of the room then went to the kitchen. 

"Morning sunshine," Quincy said as he was making breakfast at the stove. Whenever he calls me sunshine, I know he's a good mood. 

"Good morning Quincy," I sat on the stool and winced in pain from my butt. 

"Awe what's wrong baby? Your butt hurts?" I nodded my head. He walked over and placed my plate in front of me then got close to my ear. "That sounds like a you problem if you didn't lie then you wouldn't be in pain." he walked back to the stove. 

"But I--" He did a side turn. 

"You're right. I'm sorry." Yeah sorry for shit I didn't do. I put my head down and I began to eat. 

Fight Club