Rose passes out...
Waking up in a new location
Rose's body hurt as long red marks seemed to run across her thighs, stomach, and shoulders. Numerous ropes linked around Rose's pale frame. She struggles as her green eyes find a run-down mattress. The only thing worse than this brown-yellow bed is that she could see her bare tits flinging free.
"Oh look. Our fresh meat is up." A man who stood 5'7, had brown thread-like hair, regular common brown eyes, and a noticeable brown mustache. Rose could see guns that are ak, pistols, and shotguns on a table. Next to the muggle-killing weapons is drugs in similar abundance. The white coke, simple Maryjane, and a few syringes laying about.
A black guy with dreads spoke in a Jamaican accent. "Come on Derek. Stop fucking with the mane man property. If he hears you stuck your cock in another one of his girls, he'll shoot that little thane between your legs."
The man Derek shook his head. 'Hey, that blonde bitch deserves it, Mike. Didn't she? Trying to seduce me with her naked frame."
"I'm not going to be here if you do it," Mike said walking out while grabbing a few weed blunts and a pistol.
Derek walks over to the limp struggling Rose. He places a rough patchy hand against her cheek. "Hey... Hey... Don't worry. Our lanky goth friend gonna find you a nice home. Ha ha. Mmm but I bet you don't want no inexperienced guys to fuck you. Right. You need a man like me," he cups Rose's cheeks. Wrapped-up rags holding Rose's mouth shut from speaking up. "Come on now... Tease me and I might fuck you."
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