rapid chapter adding! (making up for lost time) here we go!
A filthy petite woman walked down a filthy street, trying to convince herself that what she was doing had to be done; to save her baby, to feed her family. A white van pulled up beside her. The window rolled down to reveal a sweaty man whose hand twitched every nanosecond.
She gave him a once over, and smirked—he was not her usual customer. "You're kidding me, right? You got nothin' I need." She started to turn away, but he called out.
"Someone wants company." She closed her eyes, almost like a prayer. She slowly rotated back to face him
"What, like a date?" it was so unlikely, she almost laughed.
"I'm supposed to take you."
"In this?" She gestured the shifty white van.
"Get in." He started to roll up the window.
"Slow down. Private party's gonna cost about 500 bucks, baby." She purred.
"Get in." He repeated, still refusing to look at her.
"But you're alright with that, 500 bucks, cash?" She had to know that her baby would have food for a while. That she could keep a roof over their heads.
"He'll pay. Get in." She leaned over, eyes picking up the uncontrollable shake in his hand.
"You're a twitchy little thing, aren't you?" She started to pull open the passenger door.
"No. Use the side door. No one can see you."
She rolled her eyes and closed it, yanking open the sliding door and crawling inside. "Yeah, whatever." She didn't see the hit coming until it was too late.
The filthy petite woman groaned and immediately realized something was wrong. She was cold. Her feet- they were freezing; she hauled herself to her feet, still dizzy as hell. "What'd you do to yourself, girl? That driver… what is it he gave me?" she murmured to herself. In the pitch black, she stumbled, searching for a way out. As she walked, she stepped on something sharp. With a scream, she scuttled away from it. "What the hell? You took my shoes? What are you, some kind of freak?" she yelled into the blackness. As her eyes began to adjust to the inky blackness, she saw a steel door at the back of the room. She padded for it, still limping slightly from the jagged piece of metal. Once she reached it, she pounded feebly. "Let me outta here!" She finally tried the handle, only to find the door open. "Oh…" she whispered.
Yanking it open, she squinted at the sudden change of light. This room was the exact opposite of the previous one. The walls were white; fluorescent lights flickered above her. The room was empty. Across from her was a bright red door. "Look, if this is your idea of a joke, I'm not laughing." She called out as she marched to the red door.
She opened it, only to reveal a well lit, white room, and a bright red door opposite her. "Oh you're gonna pay for this, freak. Believe me." She growled, marching over and yanking it open angrily, only to hit her nose on a chain that was keeping the door closed. She screamed in pain, clutching her now broken nose. Growling, she ran, full speed, at the door.
She busted it open, only to land roughly on the ground. She screamed again. The ground was covered in broken shards of glass, most of them now digging into her arms, legs, waist, and face. "I'm hurting. I cut myself. Would anyone please help me? Would somebody please help me in here?" she cried softly, trying not to move. Across from her, almost six feet away, the bright red door slowly opened on its own, revealing another bright, white room. The woman hung her head, still crying.
longer one this time! i'm getting better