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Daylight spilled into the narrow, grungy alley, highlighting the body that lay between a large dumpster and an empty vial of zydrate. A groan was all Shilo could muster as she felt the telltale aches of spending the night on concrete, spread through her body. Stumbling slightly, she placed a hand against the crumbling wall in an attempt to steady her spinning head. "What the hell was I thinking last night," she thought, running the evening events through her head. Same thing I think every night I guess.
Zydrate had become a nightly occurrence for her now, partly because of its guarantee for nightmare free slumber. Every evening Shilo hunted for a dealer, dreading the headaches and body chills that would occur if she failed to get her hit. Acquiring and enjoying the Z was the easy part; paying was the challenge. Nivek, one of the only drug peddlers that accepted IOU's, had become Shilo's dealer when she couldn't always afford her addiction.
Working on and off at various restaurants and bars, Shilo's average job lasted less than a week before she was fired. She had last worked as a server at a shady strip joint in one of the most crooked parts of the city. As she waited on scumbags and perverts, a bizarre looking man with spiked, red hair had offered her a hit of glow as a tip. The phrase "don't accept candy from strangers" had briefly run through her head before she let him press his gun against her neck. The rest of that night had been a blur; obviously the vial had been laced with a drug other than Zydrate. Vomiting violently and finally collapsing in the women's bathroom, Shilo had been tossed out by the strip club's bodyguards and told never to come back.
Most establishments, even the shifty and illegal ones, didn't appreciate their employees staggering around in a drug-induced haze. As a result, Shilo had no job, no cash, no personal items of any value, and a negative balance with a well-known, violent drug dealer.
Even if she couldn't afford Zydrate, quitting the rush of the glow was not an option. There were always ways to pay, favors to build, or people to steal from. Thinking back to previous nights of desperation, Shilo recalled the nights she had pickpocketed or shoplifted, just to get her hands on Zydrate. Since meeting Nivek, she'd been able to come up with cash on time for his IOU collections. However, a promise of sex was the collateral, and Shilo now worried that she wouldn't be able to come up with the cash she owed Nivek for her latest expenditure of glow. Shilo realized just how close she was to "turning tricks" to feed her addiction, and the thought sickened her.
A dangerous dealer to work with, Nivek commanded a high level of respect from both the Zydrate addicts and merchants. The only reason he allowed IOU's was because of the respect and fear on the street of his violent and often deadly attacks on those indebted to him. Nivek coveted sex or sexual acts for payment from the ladies, but few women made such promises because of the state he left them in. Rumor on the street was that he liked to beat the women before intercourse, leaving them a bruised and bloody wreck. Racking her brain for ways to make some quick cash, she shuddered in fear at the thought of Nivek's rough hands on her body. I should never have promised such a stupid thing to a person like him. There was no way he'd allow her more time. Today was collection day and Shilo was completely broke.
Creeping amongst the headstones of one of the cities many graveyards, Shilo made a beeline to the mausoleum that housed her parent's bodies. Although she had a profound hatred for her father because of his betrayal, she couldn't help but hold a deep routed love for both her parents. Often coming to the mausoleum for a dry place to sleep or hide, Shilo felt a strange comfort in this dark and musty eternal resting place.
For the last few hours, Shilo had tried to earn some quick cash but to no avail, thus she had had returned to the graveyard to hide from her debt. She rubbed several of the bruises on her wrists from her last meeting with Nivek, her hand pausing at the many track marks that covered her arms. The story of her addiction covered her body with tiny telltale scabs, the signature of a Zydrate gun. Not only was her body tainted, but her very core was corrupted; the naïve Shilo she once was had died along with her father
Crouched now in a cobwebbed corner, she rested her chin on her knees and quietly hummed an old Blind Mag song. I'm glad my parents and Mag aren't alive to see me…to see what I've become. Pain cut through her heart every time she remembered her homely prison, her phony illness, and the countless lies the years had shared. However, it seemed the more hideous and vile discoveries she made about the world, the more she came to respect the decisions her father had made. His "innocent, little Shilo" was a lowly drug addict. A manipulative whore. A fucking monster.
A sudden and deafening crash sounded in the mausoleum as the door slammed open against the old, stone building. Jolting awake from her brief rest, Shilo glanced frantically around the room for the source of the noise. Nivek stood menacingly in the doorway, his arms folded against his chest and a grim look on his face.
"What happened, darlin? You didn't show up and I was just so worried about you," Nivek mocked, a malevolent grin across his face.
A feeling of dread hit Shilo's stomach like a lead weight. Stuttering nervously, she pleaded hopelessly with Nivek, "I….I….I….need more t…t…time."
Bounding male laughter echoed around the small, dark room. "Are you telling me, darlin, that you ain't got my money?"
Shilo gulped and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry."
Nivek made quick time of the space between them, and before Shilo knew it she was yanked up and thrown against the cold, stone wall. "Lucky you. You get to enjoy the sexual wonder that is Nivek. You did promise, you know," he taunted.
"I'll p…p…pay you back eventually I promise. Please N…N…Niv, I don't want this."
Nivek smirked, his body shivering slightly in anticipation as he pressed himself against her form. "You not wanting this will make it all the more fun for me," he whispered spitefully, nipping at her neck.
Struggling against his forceful advances, Shilo swiftly brought her knee up to his groin. Nivek roared at this sneak attack, and cradling his crotch in the left hand, he cocked his right fist back and swung fiercely. The world around her quaked as Shilo felt Nivek's fist connect with her left cheekbone, sending her sprawling across the floor.
"You fucking slut. Shit, you could have made it easy for yourself, bitch, but nooooo." The fuming Zydrate dealer wrapped his large hands around Shilo's neck, throwing her roughly against the wall once more. Groping clumsily at her breast, he proceeded to rip her short black dress down the front, exposing her lacy bra and panties. He let her body feebly slump to the ground as he fumbled with the zipper on his pants.
A voice rang out suddenly from the doorway of the mausoleum. "What the hell….Kid?"
Startled, Nivek spun around angrily, his pants falling to his ankles. "Piss off, buddy. I'm busy here."
Shilo opened her eyes slightly at the sound of the familiar voice, her heart bounding when she saw the figure of Graverobber emerge from the shadows. For a brief moment she caught a glimpse of shock and concern in his eyes as he recognized her face and noted her ragged state. Hope fluttered in her chest as she stared pleadingly at her savior, her knight in shining armor, her….
"Give the bitch to me, Nivek," Graverobber growled. "She owes me way more than she could ever owe you."
Nivek studied the figure carefully, confirming to himself that this was indeed his fellow Zydrate merchant, Graverobber. "Oh, it's you," he drawled, obviously irritated. "Look, I'm just collecting on my debt. Now make like a tree and get the fuck outta here."
Graverobber threw a wad of cash at Nivek's feet, and leaned back casually against the doorway. "That should be more than enough to cover whatever this little whore owes you. Besides, I want her tonight. If you have her first, you know she won't be any good for anyone else. No one roughs up the ladies as well as you do."
Considering the pile of money for a short moment, Nivek snatched at the cash as he tugged his pants back up. "Damn it all, Graverobber. Hope she's worth it," he sneered, counting the notes greedily. Pausing to deliver a swift kick to Shilo's back, he skulked out of the mausoleum and into the darkness, muttering curses to himself as he went.
Graverobber watched unflinchingly as Nivek's delivered his "farewell." Waiting until Nivek's figure disappeared; Graverobber approached the girl's lifeless form sprawled out in front of him. "Holy shit, Kid. What the fuck have you got yourself into?" Picking up Shilo's limp and battered body carefully in his arms, Graverobber stalked out into the moonlit night.