Sign it

With a shaky hand, Lisa grabbed the pen and messily signed her name on the contract. Everyone let up a cheer.

“Congratulations, miss Lisa Bennet.” The cowboy smirked. “You are Deadneck’s newest addition to the whorehouse.”

“WHAT!” Lisa screamed, trying to push herself to her feet.

“You signed the contract.” The cowboy replied. “And until you pay off your debt, you are property of the whorehouse. Oh, and we charge thirty dollar interest daily.”

“You can’t be serious!” Lisa roared as she was once again tied up by the rope and dragged off. “I’ll kill you for this!”

The cowboy only laughed as she was dragged off in nothing more than her panties down the dirt road. Before long, she was thrown into a large wooden mansion, and she found herself on a dirty red carpet.

“Well, it looks like we have one more.”

Lisa looked up. She was staring into the eyes of an old, fifty year old man. He looked horrendous, and his smile scared Lisa.

“You’re a pretty one.” He smiled. “You’ll fit in just fine here. But first, for your costume.”