"There she is." The guy sang with a wicked laugh as he walked up to Callie and traced a finger down her cheek, past her jaw and down her neck to the neckline of her figure-hugging dress.

Callie shuddered in revulsion at the smell of beer on the guy's breath. She turned her face away but he used a finger under her chin to turn it back.

"Come on babe, I'm here to give you a second chance and those don't come around very often." He said with an icy evilness in his voice. "You said you were just having a bad day so now you can really blow my mind."

Callie glanced past him to the other two girls who were already heading into private corners to earn their pay and as Callie looked back at the John standing in front of her and thought she may as well get this over with. She had drunk, disgusting men before so she knew what she was getting into and at the end of it she'd get her hundred bucks and that's all that really mattered. So with a heavy sigh and a fake smile Callie lead the guy into the abandoned building where she found a quiet corner to do her business.

"Come on, that can't be the best you've got." He growled, raising his pelvis, pushing himself deeper down her throat. "I thought you were supposed to be good."

Callie clenched her fist in frustration as she resisted the urge to bite the guys dick off. She knew she was doing everything right but the problem wasn't with her, it was with him - he was too drunk to get a hard on and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Come on, Bitch." He yelled as he grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and held her in place. "Or I'll really make you pay me this time."

But when Callie still failed to give him what he wanted he decided to take matters into his own hand. "Reach up and hold that rail." He ordered, pointing to the railing barricading the staircase.

"What?" Callie asked in confusion. But her eyes went wide as she watched him pull his belt out of his pants. "What are you doing?"

"Getting my kicks." He snickered as she grabbed one of her wrists and began tying it up to the rail.

"Wait." Callie tried to stop him as she pulled her arm back. But he held on really tight and wouldn't let go and pretty soon he was tying the second arm up as well. "Stop." Callie said fearfully, afraid of what he might do to her.

"Just a bit of role-play." He teased as he spread her legs apart and began rubbing himself up against her. "I'll be the master and you can be the slave."

He continued rubbing himself up and down her thigh and then kneeled in front of her, his crotch in line with her face. "Now let's try this again." He said as he pulled her head back by her hair and once again pushed himself down her throat.

Callie did whatever he asked and she didn't hold back, hoping that he'd finally get off and leave her alone. But the alcohol in his system was just too much and at the end of it all he was still hanging limp.

"You're useless." He spat as he finally pulled away in anger. "You don't deserve a damn cent."

He pulled up his pants and then roughly untied her hands and took back his belt, ready to leave.

Callie finally felt like she could breath again, excited that he was actually going to leave her alone. She no longer cared about the money - it wasn't worth it - all she wanted now was to never see this guy again. She gingerly glanced up to make sure he was about to walk away but suddenly he spun around and with a forceful swing of his hand he slapped her square across the cheek.

"That's for wasting my time." He growled before leaving.

Callie sat in the same position, shaking vigorously as she held her stinging cheek. She was far too shocked and far too scared to move. She'd met several types of men since she began selling her services but never once had anybody ever struck her like this and she was completely unsure about what to do. There was no one there to help; nowhere she could go; and she had no idea if this man would ever come back.

Slowly, after almost an hour, Callie began to stand and make her way out of the building. She needed some water desperately for her head was still spinning and her face was still stinging and she was afraid that she might pass out.

She made her way to the corner store - the short two minute walk took her almost ten for her legs felt like jello and her eyes just wouldn't focus properly. She grabbed a cold bottle of water and headed to the checkout counter to pay when the phone suddenly caught her eye.

If you need something don't hesitate to call. I'd be happy to help.

619-555-3302

-Stef

The words flashed in front of Callie's eyes almost as though the macaroni box was in front of her right now. She knew this was the time to take a risk and make the call. She needed the help and so far the woman hadn't been anything but nice to her. She was afraid that the guy would come back, that she wouldn't make it back to her brother and that he would be left to fend for himself and she couldn't let that happen. She needed Stef and Stef had already promised to help.

She quickly trapped the phone and began to dial the number that was already etched into her memory but her heart sunk even further and the last shred of hope she had left disappeared when the recorded message told her that the number she was dialing was unreachable. Little did she know that Stef was thirty-six thousand feet in the air, on her way back to San Diego.