You keep pretending to be a hooker

Despite the lack of success you decide to keep pretending to be a hooker. At night you go out to do business as usual. But your first client isn't taking you home. Instead you are taken to someone's hideout.

You quickly learn that this is the hideout of the local pimp. And yes... You were taken here for obvious reasons. The big relief is that they don't intend to kill you or **** you to sexual slavery. Instead what they want is to give them a percentage of the money that you get from pleasing the joes. Something that you should have seen coming in all honesty.

Of course that doesn't mean they would refrain from having some fun with you.

So they do...

And they do...

And they do... Keeping you locked in the place until several days passed.

"I'm sorry, miss. But you are alone with this problem," the receptionist says once you tell them what happened.

"What do you mean you can't help?"

"I'm sorry." she answers.

But at that point you understand. There are criminals the state is after. And there are criminals the state is not after. It's as simple as that.