Chapter 10:
Rosa looked like a victim of a nazi concentration camp, she was extremely thin, her eyes were sunken and her lips were sore, dry and chapped. Her once wavy honey blonde hair had become like straw, her exotic tanned skin had become frighteningly pale. She looked like someone, who was about to die. She wore no clothes as she sat in the corner of the room, chained to the bedpost, as if she was an animal caged in a zoo. She had been deprived of her rights as a human, she had been starved, beaten and brutally raped. She had lost all hope, her innocence was gone and she had been treated viciously by strangers. She didn't know how long she'd been away for, away from her family, away from her friends. She was gone from all the people she loved. All for what?...to support the lifestyle, one woman had become accustomed to.
Lila strutted into the room where Rosa was kept, she was wearing a black cocktail dress, a beautiful chinchilla fur coat and expensive designer shoes. "Get on the bed" she ordered calmly as she grabbed a seat from outside the room, then dragged it inside and placed it beside the bed. "Mrs, please...just kill me, I can't handle this" begged Rosa as she shivered in the corner
"Oh please, you're just a young girl...you shouldn't talk like that, you're a young girl" Lila chuckled her posh voice sounding as sweet as honey
"I can't do this, not any more" whimpered Rosa
"Okay...now, get on the bed" sternly demanded Lila before snapping "what have I told you, get on the bed". Rosa began crying and mumbling, she rocked herself backwards and forwards before repeating "please, just let me go...or let me die". Lila glared at the girl before storming towards her screaming "what did I tell you", after tightly wrapping both of her hands around Rosa's wrists, she dragged the girl across the room and flung her onto the bed. "Mrs...please Mrs" murmered Rosa as Lila sat on the chair beside the bed
"Rosa...honey, remember, I like my girls to call me mommy" smiled Lila as she rushed her fingers through the girls hair, before explaining "Roger, you remember Roger, who works for me. He's going to get you clean, give you a bit of food and some water...then you've got a few clients...okay, honey". Lila stood up, blew Rosa a kiss before leaving the room and the brothel she owned, but which Roger managed when she wasn't around. She'd finished her tour for the day, she'd scowered into each room and checked each girl, making sure each one was alive, even if some were barely still living.
Six girls she had in the brothel, each one she had personally lured back into her web of rape for profit. She was well-respected in the criminal underworld and reveled in her infamy, she didn't think she was cruel or sadistic, she thought of herself as a true business woman. Like every business woman, she liked to earn money, not lose it and if she lost a girl, that meant she lost business, which meant she lost money. Climbing into her sport car, she switched on the ignition then began driving to her destination, a charity event for homeless children.
...Three Days Later...
In the swimming pool, Lila elegantly glided through the crystal blue water, before hearing her phone ring. Climbing out of the pool, she rushed into her apartment and picked up the phone, it was Roger. "Lila...Lila...I can't talk over the phone, you know where I am. Hurry". Lila was instantly worried, she grabbed her coat and hurried to her car. She knew where to go, she had to go to her brothel which was the other side of LA. She couldn't risk getting pulled over by police, so drove slowly on her way to the her place of business.
When she finally reached the brothel, she rushed in, she was greeted by Roger. "Can't you keep things, under control" she roared as he took her into Rosa's room. The smell of faeces lingered in the air, it was grotesque, it had never smelt this bad before, when she entered Rosa's room she was desperate to vomit. Rosa had been suffering from diarrea, she was covered in sweat and thrusting backwards and forwards on the bed, she was kicking her legs out frantically as she screamed. "What's wrong with her" yelled Lila
"We've run out of heroin, I can't leave them by theirselves and Kelly ain't in to take over" explained Roger worryingly
"I can't believe you, how unprofessional" angrily scolded Lila
"What should we do, should I go and see Paco, see if he's got any smack" asked Roger as he cowered behind Lila who stood gazing at Rosa
"Nevermind, I'll phone Tiffany, she'll go pick up some smack for Rosa and the girls...but you can phone Paco, tell him to be expecting company and to get the stuff ready. Make sure Paco, meets her at the usual" answered Lila before informing Roger "she'll do a job correctly".
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Tiffany had found a nice apartment for her and Charles to live in, she borrowed the money of Lila for the first two months rent, with the money she also bought a car, only an old beat-down car which they could destroy after the robbery. She also secretly bought a lupara sawn-off shotgun and two smith and wesson revolvers, just in case they ran into trouble. Charles still had not arrived, but Tiffany waited patiently and anxiously for his arrival. It had already been three long days, he was supposed to arrive the day before, but still she hadn't heard anything from him. Climbing out of bed after hearing the phone ring, Tiffany answered the phone and yawned "hello, who is it"
"Honey, it's Lila, am in trouble...not me, but one of the girls. I need you to go and pick something up, okay, honey" babbled Lila
"Okay, Lila...is everything okay"
"Don't worry, just write down this address...then I need you to bring it to me, you know where I'll be" explained Lila before informing Tiffany "the address is 28 Walton Street, okay honey"
"Yeah, Lila...I'll be really quick" replied Tiffany with a yawn after scribbling down the address on the palm of her hand
"Thank you, you're a lifesaver" happily sighed Lila before hanging up the phone.
For a few brief seconds, Tiffany stood bewildered and worried, she hoped that Lila was okay, but wondered why she had to go where she was going. Panicking and feeling uneasy, Tiffany grabbed one of her revolvers after getting dressed then hid it inside her purse. If there was going to be trouble, Tiffany would be ready to handle it, but she knew Lila would never put her in any danger. Well, she believed Lila wouldn't put her in any danger. Leaving the apartment, Tiffany hurried to her car which was parked outside in the car park, she leaped inside it then quickly switched on the ignition before rushing to her destination.
Tiffany's eyes-widened with shock when she found the address was that of an old dilapidated warehouse. She left the car remembering her purse and anxiously walked up to the door which was almost completely covered in rust. When she entered the warehouse, she stepped onto the cracked linoleum and the distinctive odor of rats and rusty nails crept up her nostrils. The place was mostly pitch-black, the only light that was offered came from a single bulb which hung from the ceiling and flickered. Then she saw a figure in the darkness, she received an eerie feeling and a shudder and a chill that went from her feet up to her head. She turned around to exit the creepy warehouse, only to find a mean-looking man blocking her way
"You, you're Lila's friend" he asked sternly
"Yeah" answered Tiffany as she clutched onto the purse that held her gun
"Well, you want the heroin" he questioned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of drugs
"I guess so" awkwardly smiled Tiffany as she nodded her head agreeingly
"Well" chuckled the man, before he roared "that whore, already owes us three grand"
"That's not my problem" snarled Tiffany before the warehouse suddenly became lit by several torches and revealed a gang of huge, brawny men glaring at her and circling around her. "Lila should know, I like my money...when I give her drugs, she gives me money, when she doesn't...that makes Paco upset" explained Paco as he stroked Tiffany's face and she shoved his hand away
"What shall we do boys, have some fun" suggested Paco causing the men to cheer and chuckle
"Fuck you" spat Tiffany
"No...why would I fuck me, when I can fuck you" laughed Paco as he reached for her breast causing her to leap backwards
"You pig" sneered Tiffany before whipping out her revolver and aiming it at Paco's head
"Wow, we were just kidding...here take your drugs" insisted Paco as he tossed Tiffany the drugs
"Now move, out my way" demanded Tiffany as catched the bag of heroin and placed it inside her purse. Paco looked down ashamed and embarressed, before following her demands and stepping aside, as she sprinted to her car he angrily yelled "whore" before watching her speed away. Paco was a mean mexican drug-dealer, he had a reputation in LA for being brutal and vicious, especially when it came to women. Now he vowed that he'd get revenge on the woman who embarressed him in front of his men.
Tiffany giggled excitingly as she drove to Lila's brothel, adreniline pumped through her veins and her heart raced, she couldn't believe what she had done and it made her feel amazing. Holding that gun in her hand and yelling demands, made Tiffany feel powerful and in control. She felt as if she was a woman not to be messed with, a woman who could stand up for herself and who everyone would fear. She promised herself, no man would ever try and control her, she'd let far to many men do that.
Chapter 10 finished
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