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Have you ever had the shittiest fucking week of your life, thought it possibly couldn’t get worse, and then life shoots you over and over with an AK-47?
Well, that’s where I am right now. Some fuckstains caught me on the side of the highway and now I’m tied up in the most crackhead-looking basement on this side of the continent. I’ll probably be beaten, raped, or killed in the next hour. And that’s just today!
All because of my stupid fucking brother by the way. The bigback called and said he sold me off for a 6 piece Mcnugget. My mom will only buy him 4 piece kid’s meals ever since he got on the sex offender registry and apparently his fatass couldn’t handle the thought of going on a diet. When my mom finds out she’ll probably throw his pc in the garbage and he’ll have literal withdrawals from not being able to talk to 15 year olds, and by then I’ll be long gone.
He’s not even the reason we moved to this hellhole of a town. Picture this, I walk into my house just like normal and my fucking piece of shit dad killed himself! Bitch owed me like 40 bucks too, I bet he just wanted an easy way out. It was either my mom or foster care, and nobody over like age 6 gets adopted over there, not even pretty bitches like me. After my mom’s seventeenth divorce in 2 years, she decided to up and fuck us all over to the nearest Big Black Cock In Your Area! spot. We’ve barely been here three days and the local half-assed gang has already decided that I’m their fucktoy.
But whatever. Nothing matters, because I’m a goner. All I have to do is sit and look pretty until a bullet goes through my head. Or die of starvation. Or an STD. Jesus fuck, who schedules these bitches??? They’re later than my mom’s period this month.
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FUCK. Is my mom pregnant? I hope it's a girl this time. God or whoever the fuck is controlling us knows we don’t need another incel gamer in this house.
I hope the 2 McNuggets were worth it, bitch.
Finally, the door opens. I can’t really see anything because it’s dark as fuck in this bitch. Someone needs to get this gang an accountant or an english teacher or some shit because I don’t think they know how to pay bills. Two twink ass looking guys step out and flick a lightswitch, which lets me see that one is actually a dumbass looking blonde girl and the other looks like he jerks off to hentai every twelve minutes. Both are holding pretty large guns, so it looks like I will be dying tonight. Shit, I had vicodin in my house and everything, I was gonna get so fucking high. I hope this bitches at least toy with me a little first so I can get some adrenaline rush.
“You guys look fucking pathetic, you know?” I say, because these idiots forgot to gag me, “What kind of premature sperm looking gang are you? You didn’t even tie me up right, I could slip out of this shit if I gave half a fuck.”
“Hey, that’s not very nice!” The cuck-looking one said, and fuck his voice was even more annoying than my brother’s, “We worked very hard to tie you up.”
”Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt your poor little feelings?” I say, “Well I don’t give a rat’s ass, bitch. Go choke on a bullet.”
“She’s kinda eating you up, Jeffrey, you better shut it before she pushes you to suicide,” the blonde girl shoves him with the butt of her gun.
“I like this girl,” I smile at her, hoping to let down her guard enough that she might buy me Chipotle before I get shot.
“Wha- Emily, I would never!” Jeffery, seriously? That’s his name? Ugh, whatever. Jeffery screeches, and starts to twiddle his thumbs, “Well, unless Jecka asked me to.”
“Yeah, you would like it if she told you to, you creep. You probably choke yourself while jerking off thinking about that.” Emily shoves him again, knocking him to the ground. I laugh as I watch his stupid ass struggle to get up again. He’s so pathetic. Do the mafia really not have standards anymore? I expected a gang, and instead all I get is a band of fucking idiots! Not even my death could be cool. God dammit, I finally get kidnapped and it’s gonna end up in the lamest fucking segment of 8pm news.
“Wow, you can afford guns?” I say, eyeing the rifles they’re holding,”Judging by this ratchet place, I would think those are Chinese knockoffs you’d give to kids in the Vietnam War.”
“We can afford guns, and they’re very nice too!” Jeffery says, clutching the rifle close to his chest, as his voice got 10 times nerdier, “Our leader only buys us the best. They have a fully automatic shooting, and sniper capabilities. They’re perfect for anywhere, especially on moving targets-“
“Of course you’d know all that. You walk around looking like you’re about to shoot up the school,” Emily smirked, turning to me, “By the way, what’s your name?”
“Flash me a titty and maybe I’ll tell you, bitch.”
Out of fucking nowhere, Emily grabs my chin and yanks me up to look at her, “Give me your name or I’ll force it out of you,”
“Jesus, fine! It’s Nicole, holy fuck,” she releases my chin and I mutter to myself, “Lowkey that was hot.”
“What have I said about touching my property?”
An unfamiliar voice comes from the dark doorway. I squint, but I can’t see shit in this light, not until someone’s movement breaks through the shadows, and the door slams shut.
“You’re no fun,” Emily whines, but she takes a step back, “It was just a little show before you got here.”
“Remember who’s in charge, bitch,” the voice snaps. Fuck yeah, maybe I’ll finally meet someone with the balls to kill around here. Footsteps approach as a girl emerges from the doorway, her blonde hair tied in a high ponytail. She’s dressed in a suit and carrying a pistol on her hip. She’s way too pretty to be a pedo, so she’s either a masochistic brothel owner or the head of one of those human trafficking rings. Either way, my ass is hers now.
And thank fuck! I was starting to get seriously bored. What’s the point in being kidnapped if your kidnappers are fucking lame?
Her heels click as she gets closer. Damn, maybe she’s actually a mob boss because those heels look fucking expensive. She probably makes more money in a day than I do selling crack for a month. Maybe I can convince her to be my sugar mommy.
Suddenly, she grasps my jaw and snaps my head up. Fuck, she’s way hotter than Emily.
“Nicole, was it?” she smiles maliciously, “That’s cute, but you don’t need a name while you’re here.”
“Fuck, is this some kind of slutty roleplay shit you’re doing?” I just know Jeffery’s gonna jerk off to this later. Shame I won’t get the chance to.
“Bitch, learn some fucking manners,” she snaps, and her grip tightens, “Do you even remember that you’re the one with a gun to your head?”
“Like you’re ever going to use it,” I reply, “Come on, I’ve been waiting all day. Grow some balls and shoot me already, I can’t stand the smell of this dump.”
Jecka smiles sickeningly, and for some reason I actually feel…afraid?
“You’re cute,” she says, tilting my head to the side, “Pretty and alluring. You’d be perfect if it weren’t for that fucking tone,” she drops my chin, “It doesn’t matter. You’ll work fine.”
“Fuck, am I actually being pimped out? I don’t do shit for free, you know, I need my fucking percocet every day.”
So much for being a sugar baby…
“Be good, and maybe you’ll get some,” she taunts. Then turns around on her heels towards the others, “You two go pick up the new shipment. It’s on the corner between pedo-street and homeless-alley. You know where to bring it. And Emily,” her tone darkens, “Don’t even think about snorting any this time, I’ll fucking shank you.”
”I’ll make sure she keeps her hands to herself,” Jeffery volunteers. God, can this guy even get more annoying? “You can count on me, boss!”
“Oh my god PLEASE kill yourself,” Emily sighs, walking out the door. Fucking incel manga school shooter Jeffrey follows her, leaving only me and the other girl in the room.
“So, do I get your name before you sell me off or???” I question, looking up at her.
“I’m Jecka, and you’re my bitch,” she smirks, reaching to grab where my hands are tied in front of me. She yanks the rope, making me stumble and fall in front of her, and fuck omg what moisturizer does this bitch use? Her legs are smooth as fuck holy shit.
Jecka continues, “Starting today, you are my property. You will do what I say and serve me only. I will have you on leash and collar, and you will stay with me at all times.”
“FUCK this IS kinky shit, I knew it,” I mutter, looking up at her to find her pressing a gun against my head.
“Bitch does this look funny to you? I’ll shoot your pretty ass right now, so don’t even fucking play with me.”
“Okay, okay, sorry! Jesus fucking christ my god.”
”That’s more like it, slut” she grins, “Now, as I was saying. You’re staying with me at all times. You’re in the mafia now.”
“Wait, this is deadass the mafia?” I say, confused as fuck because why is the mafia run by high schoolers?
“Yes, this is the mafia. We push the drug trade in every school, business, and hospital around here. But that’s not all. You’ll learn the rest tomorrow. Right now…” she reaches into her suit jacket and pulls out a studded black collar, “You need to wear your uniform.”
“Oh fuck no, that shit is ugly as hell, you can just shoot me.”
She doesn’t fucking listen of course, and snaps the collar around my neck. She then pulls out a literal fucking leash and attaches it to the collar, pulling me off my feet as she begins to walk into the dark hallway. My neck burns, and I decided that this is worse than ending up dead and getting dumped in the back of a Denny’s parking lot. Man I REALLY should have fucked with Jeffrey more, he probably would have shot me
“Come here, slut,” she says, and I guess I’m really fucking doing this now, because I’m following her into my new life as a mob boss’s slave.