I felt panic flowing through me like water, I took in a breath....and I drowned.

Afanas walked with a grim look on his face, his words were still fresh in my mind.

You won't make it out of this.

Fuck this guys lack of optimism.

I pulled on his grip and he yanked me back like I was a puppy on a leash.

Woof.

He tugged me down the steps, his fingers digging into the skin on my arm.

I need to escape.

Every step we took, I felt like I was getting closer and closer to death.

YOLO bitch.

The second we turned a corner, I pulled out of his arms and ran.

Yes, this would be my second attempt at running away from the mafia men.

attempt, yes.

Was I successful? No.

I got caught, but obviously I would, I can't even walk up the stairs without falling on my face, how did I think I could make it out of a mafia house?

Still, effort is always great!

I ran down whatever hall he didn't walk down, and I heard him colorfully cursing as he began chasing me.

My legs were moving surprisingly fast...for a gazelle. Sadly, the mafia men were fucking lions.

I turned down another corner, Afanas was following somewhat close behind and I slammed into the body of two fucking huge men.

Everything moved in fast motion.

I was lifted by one of the men who smelled like body odor and weed, his eyes were cruel as he slammed me against the wall

My head throbbed as he pressed himself close to me.

"What do we have here?" I felt his free hand slip under the flimsy fabric of the skirt and work his way up my thigh,

I whimpered and struggled against his hulk arms.

"Sexy little whore?" His friend piped up as he pressed himself into me.

I went fucking ballistic.

My arms flailed and I started screaming hysterically.

My legs kicked and bucked as I acted like a spider on cocaine.

"Hold her" B.O (body odor) man said to his friend as he began unbuckling his pants.

I refused to cry, but that didn't stop my screaming.

"Shut her the fuck up."

A hand slapped into my mouth and I swallowed the stinging pain that etched my face.

B.O's friend gripped my ass with his hands as he began kissing a trail down my neck.

I whimpered again, and let out muffled screams, but was to no avail.

Just as B.O began sliding my panties down my legs, a loud bang interrupted, and three shots were fired.

B.O and his friend immediately dropped me and I fell to the floor in a heap of shame and almost-tears.

I looked up, expecting to see Afanas, but my eyes looked into the Devil himself.

My face burned as he glanced at me, but his gaze settled on B.O.

"Vince, explain the situation." His voice was calculated, cool, and earth shattering.

I felt myself cowering as I buried my head in my sleeve. The thought of being raped made me want to cower and cry in embarrassment. I'm weak.

"We were just going to have a some fun with the little slut...boss, I didn't know you liked 'em young."

Bang.

Tears now flowed freely down my cheeks as I saw the body of Vince, fall to the floor. The metallic smell of blood stung my nostrils and I buried my face into my arms.

The devil turned his attention to Vince's friend.

"You know I don't tolerate used goods. Get the fuck out before I kill you, you worthless piece of shit."

His friend struggled to his feet, "yes sir." He glanced at me once, his eyes bled a threat as he retreated down the hall.

The Devils attention then focused on me.

My hands shook as I stole a glance, and immediately regretted it.

His iced eyes were staring at mine, emotionless.

He glanced to my side and I saw Afanas standing there.

He avoided eye contact, and just looked at the Devil.

"Get this shit taken care of, clean her up and take her to the others." His voice was like a knife cutting through me. His accent was smooth like silk.

"sm k nemu lichno." He growled before storming off. (See to it personally.)

I felt Afanas's ice hands grip my waist as he hoisted me up. My legs and hands shook as we began walking.

"You're here an hour and you already get one of our men killed."

I bit down on my lip, "I should have just let them rape me, sorry."

He growled and tightened his bruising grip.

"No, sinister payed a lot of money for you. Like he said, he doesn't want damaged goods."

Oh that's right. I'm not a person, I'm fucking property.

Like a dildo. Except a dildo can actually get some.

I make zero sense, I'm just so fucked up right now.

There's no point in trying to prove my innocence to being a prostitute, because that's all I'll ever be to these shit head Satan worshippers.

My name is Calla Levkin, and my life is more fucked than any 2009 Disney Chanel stars.

I guess I really am just a prostitute.

AYE! Not edited, ANDDD its short but hey! At least I updated!! Many many more updates to come very soon  (;

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