by Mz. Lady P
“This better not be a set up or I will cut your body into little pieces,” Vladimir said in his thick Russian accent.
“I promise you it’s not.” I was scared of this nigga here. He had been threatening my life for the longest and he was ready to off my ass. I’m surprised he let me live this long. As I made it to the living room I couldn’t believe the sight before me. Fatima was stretched the fuck out, dead as ever. The shocker was seeing Blockka’s bitch standing over her with the smoking gun.
“Drop the gun,” I said as she turned around in shock. She immediately dropped the gun and held her hands up. She looked crazy as fuck with her hair cut in that fucked up style.
“Please let me go. I don’t have anything to do with all this madness.” I actually felt sorry for her. She had no clue the shit her nigga was into. I looked over at Vladimir and I saw lust in his eyes as he stared at her. He had placed his gun in his waist and walked over to Bella.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He wiped the tears from her eyes and checked her out from head to toe. I knew what he was on and that was my way out.
“Do you like her?”
“Oh yes. She would make a great concubine. I could make millions off of her.”
“If you clear my debt she’s all yours. She’s the wife of the man that stole your diamonds.”
“Please! The diamonds are in the bag. Just let me go. I need to get to my son.” Bella pointed towards the bag that Fatima had clutched in her hands. I walked over and snatched it. After going through all of the contents I found the diamonds down in a secret compartment. Vladimir snatched the bag and opened the contents of the bag. After observing the diamonds he placed them into his pants. Bella was so scared that she had pissed on herself. I really did feel sorry for her but my life meant more to me than hers did at the moment.
“Don’t cry beautiful. I’m going to take good care of you.” I watched as Vladimir pulled out a syringe and stabbed her in her neck. She passed out instantly. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. I was getting ready to speak but he aimed his gun and shot me in the head. I never saw it coming. By the time I did it was too late.
Epilogue
It had been six months since Vladimir had taken me. I was now a full-blown dope fiend and prostitute. I was one of many women who worked for him. Tyrin was an angel compared to Vladimir. Vladimir was ruthless and ran his brothel with an iron fist. In the beginning it was so hard to adjust to my new life. At least that’s what he called it. This was pure hell for me. I had never in my life been raped so many times in one day. I’ve grown accustomed to having sex with multiple men on a daily basis. The only thing I’m grateful for is that Vladimir is strict about using protection. At least I know I won’t get a damn venereal disease that I can’t get rid of or pregnant.
I only think of Jayceon and my son every now and then. It makes the day go by faster. I try to live as if they never existed but I can’t. I’m consumed with them every day. It’s too painful to know that I will never see them again. Vladimir instills that in my brain. Sometimes when I’m not being violated by some nasty, filthy man, I drift back to the day I met Jayceon, or our first date when I fell in love him. It was doomed from the start because the relationship was built on a lie. Being foolish in love got me in the predicament that I’m in. I wish I never loved him. Although Vladimir is holding me against my will, it’s nothing compared to my heart being caged up like an animal.
My heart is in prison and ‘Love Was the Case That They Gave Me.’ I don’t think I’ll ever love again. My heart doesn’t even beat the same anymore. The only thing that’s keeping me alive is faith that I will make it out of this. Not to mention the constant flow of dope that’s being pumped into my veins. My body is in great shape despite everything that I’ve been through. Vladimir keeps me in the gym and makes me eat healthy. I hate his guts and he can’t keep his hands off of me. Despite selling me to other men, I am his personal concubine. He’s so vicious to me during sex, it’s a wonder I can even walk.
“Are you ready Nina?” In case you’re wondering who the hell that is, that’s the name he has given me. I hate it too. In the beginning I refused to answer to it. He would punch me in the mouth repeatedly until I would say that it was my name. He wanted to erase my existence all together, but Bella existed deep inside of me.
“Yes Vladimir.”
“What did you say?”
“Yes Master Vladimir.” He was so fucking anal. I was happy that I was about to work a hotel party. It was the only time I could get away from him and his drunk ass friends. The men in the hotels were actually nice and gentle.
“Hold out your arms.” I held out my arms so that Vladimir could feed me my daily dose of dope. It numbed me to all the shit that I was about to do. I felt no shame.
“Don’t you go in there and fuck this shit up. You better dance and fuck like your life depended on it. These are potential investors in my business. I need you to be a good girl.” Vladimir kept slapping me across the face trying to get my attention. The dope was so good I had gone into an instant nod. After gathering myself, Vladimir accompanied us up to the presidential suite at the Ritz Carlton. I was surprised to see that the majority of the men in the room were black. I had never entertained any black men. I instantly became nervous. We were ushered to a back room to get dressed. I never spoke with the other girls because they mainly spoke Russian. As I looked into the vanity I brushed my hair up into a ponytail. I was so happy it had grown back after that bitch, Fatima, cut all my shit off. I’m glad I killed that bitch. Once I put on my red, leather bustier with matching panties and thigh high boots, I was ready. Vladimir always made me go first and if they liked, which they always did, he would make me do a second show.
I walked into the room and all of the men started to whistle and shout. One of the guys put on Jeremih and Wale “The Body”. I just started slow winding my hips to the music and twerking my ass cheeks. I usually didn’t dance like this for the Russians but I knew these were black men and they wanted some Players Club type shit. For the next twenty minutes I danced and popped my pussy like it was going out of style. The last thing I needed was to get booed and Vladimir whoop my ass. Once I was finished Vladimir told me to take a shower and get ready because one of his associates wanted some pussy. I did what I was told and Vladimir escorted me to another hotel room. When I walked inside, there were three other girls in there engaged in sexual activities with the other men. A big ass security guard pushed me towards the back to a private room. I could barely see anything but I did see the silhouette of a man. He was looking outside the huge window. I cleared my throat to get his attention.
“Don’t touch or talk to me. All I want is my dick sucked. I want you to drain me. Afterwards get the fuck out! I almost fainted as I moved closer to get a look at the man’s face because his voice was familiar.
“Oh my God! Jayceon you came for me.” I tried to jump into his arms but instead I was met with a vicious blow to the face. He hit me so hard I fell to the floor and held onto it in agony.
“Where the fuck have you been and where is my shit?” he said as he put his gun to my head.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!
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