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But in the end, she knew she had no other choice. She couldn't risk herself and it was probably better for her dad to own her than some random age. So, with a heavy heart, she whispered the name and address of the apartment block in the Section 8 housing, "2940 MLK Drive, Apt 7B.

Scott's face lit up with excitement as he heard the information. He knew that this was his chance to exert his power and control over another woman. He didn't waste any time, quickly starting the car and driving towards the location.

As they arrived at the apartment block, Scott looked around at the run-down buildings and the people who lived there. He sneered at the sight of it, feeling a sense of disgust and superiority.

"Filthy animals," he muttered under his breath, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of the apartment building.

Finally, he spotted it, a dilapidated building with broken windows and graffiti covering the walls. "This is the place," he said, his voice dripping with contempt.

He parked the car in front of the building and the four of them stepped out, the cold air hitting their skin.

Scott led the way, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of his next victim. He was surprised more people had not come down here to claim their slaves. The thought of it made him angry, most of his fellow white men must be pussies. As they entered the building, they were met with the smell of urine and decay. The hallway was dimly lit, the only light coming from a flickering light bulb at the end of the corridor. Scott could hear the sound of muffled voices coming from one of the apartments.