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Even if he was aware of his screams, he wouldn't openly admit it. So, the relative calm of the narrative is a front.
Pimp (Anon)
I got a look around. Now, I seen sex dungeon before. I told you, I got clients, they like that. get tied up and beat by a sista, even some of them. High rise, Christian Grey type men, want to tie up and beat on a sista.
It ain't like that. She say her daddy own this place, but if I hadta guess, I'd think she homeless. Pick up all this on the street, like the warehouse. All iron and rust, light shone in windows around the top, but they ain't busted out. Aint no fence around it, like that stop a nigga he want in, know what I'm saying?
Isat a car antenna?
Ain't no whips, or them strap cuffs they use in the hospital. Hand cuffs, look like cop cuffs, she took a cop?
If'n a nigga come to me, and told me a girl kidnap, and rape him, I'da never believe it. If'n I ain't seen it with my own eyes, and you better believe that hurt. Shore nuff look like it hurt, and the way he scream. I ain't really know him, but. I lost brothers on the street, lots of times, it happens, but it aint like that.
Sexual like that, and she did, rape him. Thing is, I swear. I ain't even know what they talking bout until I hear that POP!
He beg for it.
POP!
Pleeded.
POP!
Flash too. She shot him, 5 time, and bathe in the blood. Like a shower, and feel it all over her. Sexy like, but.
I ain't going out like that. You better believe I ain't even going out like that, but if'n I get outta this, I maybe find the lease. On this place, somebody payed for it. No grafiti out side, and we come in the back. The alley, but I'ma live, and get all my money back, bitch.
Do a brother like that, even my enemy, even Gmac, no sir. I'ma getchu back, just as soon as I get outta this, I swear I'ma get every penny back, then I'ma pay you back in spades. You better believe that, but damn she sick.
Thought I seen nasty, crazy ass shit, but she gonna die, not me. I'ma get outta this sick ass shit, and she gonna pay me back, then I'ma pay her back, so "I'll give it up."
"Huh!" She got up. "I know."
"The money. Ain't nothin but money, feel me? It ain't worth that."
"Aright."
She walk over to the corner. Just a sink in the corner, and pull out a hose. "Just hang out." Bent over it, and turnt on the water to wash her hair out. "Sphf!"
"So." Grab a towel from a stack, "I know you ain't the money man."
"Nah." She done did say she know the bidness. "I got a banker."
"What bank?"
So, I tell her.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpbbuaIA3DsAcela
"Huh!" He has to yell, and shaking off my fingers. The powder burns are pretty bad on my knuckles, but.
I know I should stop up my ears, and I'm probably already going deaf, but I want to hear his screams.
He loud, but by the time I wash out my hair, and pump my jaw to pop out my eardrums. He's ready to talk anyway, so I write down the information, while the boys come down. They heard the shots, of course, unlocked the body, and carried it off for me.
Boys.
Nice to have for heavy lifting, but if you have to ask how I command such loyalty, I can't tell you. I'd have to show you, and you wouldn't like it very much.
"Thanks!" Flipping my notebook shut, I snap the rubber band over it, and get out the tape.
"What that fomH!"
"Huh!"
"Now, I'm going to rape you."
"Don't, no."
"You don't have to do that, baby."
"Huh!" Pulling the laser sight from under the barrel, I pop in the Long Rifle cylinder, and pin it in place. "I know, I don't have to. I rape men, Pimps like you, because I like it. Now, I'm going to put this tape over your mouth, or I'm going to shoot you in the legs." Point it right at the kneecap. "You're not going to talk your way out of this, and if you fight, then I won't kill you."
"Mh?"
"Hhihihn! You heard him. You saw him beg, to end the pain, right?"
Now, where's his balls?
"MRH!"
"Guys like you."
"You think the pain is the worst? No, living with it. Waking up, screaming every morning from the nightmares, and tryna hid your fear, every time a girl walks bye, and reminds you of ME!"
"I know you don't fear death. You rapist. I know you, fucking Hotheps. That's what this Ankh means, right? Egyptian sex magic, because all anyone knows about African Culture is Egypt. You sell women like slaves, call them Sista, for what? Is this what yo momma raised you for? To dis women, because of the magic you got in yo dick? This." Put down the gun. "Power doesn't come from a gun, or your muscle. My people didn't enslave your people with that, but I'm here to teach you a lesson, whore. You sold out your own sistas. Not your sisters, no. Oh no, the word on the street is you shot your first man for fucking wit you sister, but someone else's sister. Anyone's daughter is just worth Money to you?"
"Snh!"
"No, you're losing the race war, because you're too busy selling your sisters to my brothers, and fathers. You're too busy fighting your brothas over the scraps, and the ghettos to get out of it, but I'm here to show you the way. I'm not going to kill you, so you can suffer. I'm not going to let you go spread the word, so that everyone in the Badlands know my name. So that everyone on the street feels your Fear when they hear the name Acela. I'm going to rape you, and take your money, but you're going back to your women to tell them how sorry you are for betraying them, and your people for a fucking dollar. Now."
Crank crank crank.
"NG Hmn!"
"Snh!"
"I'm going to take a shower real quick, before the boys get back from dumping the body. Then, they're going to fuck me while you watch, and then, I'm going to rape you so your girls can watch the video. Then, if you're lucky, you can walk out of here, instead of crawl on 2 shot out kneecaps."
I headed up the stairs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SujuC4QYEXY