"You're so lucky I bailed you out" said a girl with beautiful, shoulder-length, black hair and shimmering, silver eyes. "You know I could've left you there."
"Damn, you're sexy when you're mad" said Control Freak, "Kind of turns me on" He raised his eyebrows and winked at the girl. "Anyway, you wouldn't of left me there, Candy."
"My name is Cocoa, not Candy" said the girl with annoyance in her voice "and why the fuck wouldn't I have?" She stopped dead in her tracks. Without a car, the two had to walk several miles through the sand back to the outskirts of Jump City.
Control Freak snickered, "What kind of question is that? You're the one who came to bail me out in the first place." he said in defence.
Cocoa mumbled something under her breath and began to walk again.
"What was that?" Control Freak inquired.
Cocoa raised her voice so he could hear "I said 'I needed the money'. Now can we please just drop this?"
Control Freak thought about her proposal and decided against it. "Not unless you want these pictures all over the internet!" he flashed a few Polaroid pictures in front of Cocoa. He grinned as she stumbled backward and fell to the sand in a daze.
"B-but, how did you get those?" she managed to ask.
Control Freak put them back in his pocket, "I own you, kid. I have access to everything of yours. Every last picture, hair, and tear you've got." He was inches away from her. He knew she wouldn't argue.
There was something about him. Something that Cocoa couldn't grasp. She was utterly afraid of him. Nothing about him was intimidating, but to Cocoa, all he instilled in her was utter fear. She stood up and dusted herself off. She continued to walk on. She waited for the day where she could escape from him and return to her family and friends. This wasn't the first time she was sold to the highest bidder, oh no. This was her sixth time. At first, she was with her family, happy as can be. It was four years ago on Christmas Eve…