You know one of those girls that you see leaving the comfort of home and knowledge to run off with a guy?
What do you call them? A brat, or a fool, or a selfish jackass? Or all of the above?
I suppose one or all of those words would be accurate. I mean a girl running off to be with her boyfriend because she thinks she's in love and it's more important than school would be a fool.
And believe me I learned my lesson but boy did I make so many mistakes then.
I left my home at age 15 from my loving dad and my school to be with my boyfriend because he promised to shower me with attention and love.
And what do I get in return three years later? A broken heart because my boyfriend had a threesome with two female prostitutes, no home because I ran off as soon as came in, and broken trust because I just ditched my dad even though he really did love me.
When I had nowhere else to go I came crawling back to my dad like the worm I was. The door opened and I was greeted to a husky man that looked like a depressed wreck who could barely breathe because he looked sick.
Hi dad it's Patricia I said. I was short for words and didn't think I could say anything to justify what I did.
I expected him to slam the door in my face when he saw me and heard my name but no he just embraced me.
He was worried sick and he wasn't sure if I was alive he said. You mean you don't hate me I asked him nearly tearing up feeling like a fool for leaving him like he was trash.
It's going to take some time for me to trust you again but I can never hate my baby girl. Those words sent me in tears as I hugged my dad back apologizing over and over.
I'll spare you the details but the next four years was not easy. The short version is because my dad had been so worried about me when I left, his health had worsened over the years.
He couldn't work because of his illness and I couldn't go back to school because we needed money. So ironicly I found a job but not a respectable one.
I started working as a prostitute.
I know I make a lot of bad desicions but which is really the good one?
Me and my dad often fought a lot on how I dressed, who I was spending my time with, and how disgusted he felt that I was disgracing myself like this. But eventually he accepted it because he knew I was just doing it so I could help pay for his hospital bills.
Not having insurance or a doctor was pretty costly. And yes I admit what I did for a living turned me into a slut. But making sure my dad was being taken care of was better than losing my dignity or sucking penises.
At least I didn't lose my virginity through my work.
But soon I would come to realize how greedy it made me for money. So much that I always wanted more cash for my dad surgeries because just regular blowjobs wasn't paying enough.
I wanted money from the wrong places. The places that don't take kindly to not 'paying back'.
~ October 28th, 2020
I was walking down the sidewalk in downtown New York. I was expected to provide pleasure for the head of the New York mafia. No pressure.
I decided to wear black since it was the best color on me even though I had long black hair. I was wearing a leather jacket, a black corset, red thigh-high socks, a leg belt, and no shoes.
I was only a bit nervous because he was one of the people I owed money too. And because business was going to be in his estate at night.
I sighed as I approached the iron gate that was the entrance to his estate. A guard was outside waiting for me.
"You the slut?"
The guard said in an annoyed, raspy voice.
"What else am I suppossed to be ya shithead? I'm here to please your boss."
"Can you prove it?"
I scoffed in annoyance as I pulled out a card from inside my corset. The guard quickly scanned it and spoke in his earpiece before letting me in.
As I passed him he whistled and reached to grab me. I quickly slapped his hand and hissed 'asshole' at him.
He just laughed in amusement as I headed through the yard inside the estate. I looked at it's intimidating height as it towered four stories up.
I sucked a breath and entered the estate with attempted grace. A few heads turned to look as I walked upstairs mostly the bodyguards.
I nearly bumped into a girl covered in jewelery. She took one look at me and scrunched her face in disgust telling me that a whore like me needs to learn her place when important people walk in ahead.
"Of course your highness. Don't let me keep you from your encrusted jewels weighing down your small ego."
She had nothing to retort back and bumped into my shoulder hard as she passed by me.
I smugly smiled as I headed up with a expensive ring now in my hand that wasn't there before. I finally reached the top floor where nearly 20 bodyguards were waiting outside.
They said nothing but followed me inside where the boss was waiting for me.
"Hello Paty."
"Dominque."
I said to him with a polite nod.
"I think you know why you are here."
"That's for me to know and you to find out sugar."
I said putting on my best seductive voice. Dominque almost gave no response to my advances.
"Haha no not for that. You owe me money and I would like you to pay that back."
Fuck. I don't have anything right now I'm broke. But I can't tell him that.
"Oh is that what I came here for? If I wasn't coming in here for this then I'll come back another time to pay you back."
I said that when I noticed the bodyguards had gotten a little too close for my tastes.
"Oh you're not going anywhere. If you can't pay me back then you know what that means Paty."
I sucked a breath and froze up bracing his next words.
"Grab her boys."
I screamed as five boys grabbed me at once and held me down on my knees as Dominque came over.
"If you were my type of hooker I'd spare you. But since you don't have the money... Whoever wants her can have her. She can pay me back through her blood and screams. But don't kill her just make her suffer."
Two guys eagerly grabbed me and pulled me out of the room yanking me by my hair and ruining my loose bun.
"Ooh I want some of her ass."
"Not if I get some of it first."
"Do that in another room with her you pigs. I don't want to watch you stain the carpet in her blood."
So one minute I was walking down the sidewalk. The next two guys want to rape me because their boss gave them permission to make me suffer until he says stop or I'm almost dead. I struggled against their tight grips but they held onto my wrists very tightly.
I was taken to the second floor into a small room with a single matress and window. They both pinned me down as they fought to remove my jacket. When I started sobbing one of the guys slapped me hard. I tasted blood on the tip of my tongue.
"SHUT UP BITCH! YOU HAD THIS COMING!"
"Don't damage her too much. I want to taste more of her skin than her blood."
"You know I like to do this to women. They're hotter when they have to be forced to listen."
I shuddered in complete fear as they laughed at me and removed my socks.
Was this it? Am I going to be violated and damaged like this?
Dad I hope I get to see you again. And not-
That was when something came crashing through the window.
"What the fuck?!"
I turned in surprise to see a masked man on top of a shield crashing through the window ready to attack.