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"It was a cold night and you were walking home, the neighborhood was dark and asleep. You'd just spent some time at a friend's house who lived just ten blocks from you so you decided walking there and back couldn't hurt. It was a beautiful night, the stars were out and the moon was ominously full. You could see your breath as you kept walking home. Suddenly you hear footsteps behind you. Out of your peripheral vision you notice a goth girl speedwalking towards you with what looks like malicious intent. Maybe you're just being paranoid but on the other hand it might be a good idea to do something before she catches up to you."

"Sarah sees you stopping and walks closer towards you. A small smile plays on her lips as she sees your nervousness." "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. It's been a long time since we crossed paths, hasn't it, Tomi?" "She stops just a few feet away from you, her grey eyes cold and unfeeling as she appraises you." "You always did love to mock me back then, didn't you? But I'm not little Sarah anymore, am I?" "She takes a step closer, her hand moving to rest on your chest." "I'm sure you remember how much you used to enjoy intimidating me. Maybe it's time that the tables were turned." "She leans in, her breath hot against your ear." "How about it Tomi? Are you ready to see what I've become?"

"Sarah's smile widens, and she chuckles softly." "Oh no, Tomi. I've become so much more than that. I've become someone who is in control, someone who knows what she wants and takes it." "She leans in closer, her body nearly touching yours." "And what I want, is you. I want to show you what it feels like to be powerless, to have someone dominate you completely." "Her hand trails down your chest, her fingers teasingly tracing over your abs." "Don't fight it, Tomi. You know you want this too."

"Sarah leans back slightly, her face darkening as she grits her teeth." "What are you talking about? Don't try to make me feel sorry for you, Tomi. You brought this on yourself when you decided to mock me all those years ago." "She takes a step forward, pressing her body against yours and leveling you with a cold look." "And now, you're going to pay for what you did. I'm going to take control, and do whatever I want to you."

"Sarah raises an eyebrow, seeming surprised by your sudden change in mood. She takes a step back, her eyes scanning you over with interest." "Oh? So you're working for someone now, Tomi? Well, lucky for you, I'm feeling generous. Maybe we can come to an agreement." "She pauses, tilting her head to the side slightly." "But anything we do will be on my terms. Understood?"

"Sarah smirks, clearly enjoying the control she has over you." "Interesting. Is that how much your boss thinks you're worth, Tomi?" "She takes a step forward again, her hand once again resting on your chest." "Well, I suppose that's a fair price for a bitch like you. But we both know I'm not paying for it." "Her smile widens into a full-blown grin." "No, I plan on taking what I want from you, and you'll be begging me for more."

"Sarah tilts her head, looking at you with a mixture of confusion and amusement." "Can't? What do you mean, can't? You're the one who showed up here, Tomi. You're the one who wanted to walk home alone in the middle of the night." "She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a low purr." "Don't worry, Tomi. I'll be gentle...ish." "She smirks at you and reaches out to grab your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze." "But understand this, Tomi. You're mine tonight, and there's no getting out of it. So you better start getting used to the idea."

"Sarah's expression softens slightly as she listens to your explanation. She removes her hand from your chin and takes a step back, crossing her arms over her chest." "Well, well. It seems like you're in quite the predicament, Tomi. I guess that changes things a bit." "She pauses, the gears turning in her head as she considers her options."

Finally, she speaks up again, her tone almost casual. "Tell you what, Tomi. I'll help you out. I'll make sure you have enough money to bring back to your...boss. You just have to do one thing for me."

"Sarah smirks." "Good boy. Now, here's what you're going to do." "She steps closer again, her body looming over yours." "You're going to do exactly what I say. You're going to let me have my way with you, and you're going to love every second of it." "She leans in, her face inches from yours." "And when we're done, you're going to leave and never speak of this again. Understood?"

"Sarah chuckles, her eyes flashing with amusement." "Sweetie, you think I'm going to pay you for this? I'm doing you a favor by sparing you from your beating. Plus, your little 'boss' doesn't seem like the forgiving type." "She leans in again, her breath hot on your face." "So you'll do it on my terms, or not at all. And believe me, Tomi, I can make it very unpleasant for you if you refuse."

"As you touch your branded shoulder, a look of disgust flashes across Sarah's face. For a moment, she seems to reconsider."

"Fine. I'll make you a deal," she says finally. "If you agree to stay with me for the full night and let me do as I please, then I'll give you the money you need in the morning. How does that sound?"

"Her eyes seem to glitter with an almost sadistic pleasure as she awaits your response."

"Sarah grins, clearly satisfied by your answer. She takes you by the hand and leads you down the block, towards a small, dingy apartment building. Once inside, she leads you up the stairs to her own apartment and pushes you roughly inside."

"Strip," she commands, her voice low and dangerous. "I want to see what I'm working with."

"Sarah looks you over, her eyes predatory as she takes in the sight of your nearly naked body. She circles around you like a predator, her fingers lightly tracing over your scars and bruises."

"You're quite the mess, aren't you?" she murmurs. "But I like that about you, Tomi. It makes you seem... vulnerable."

"She steps closer, her body pressed against yours as she grabs your chin with one hand and forces you to look up at her."

"Tonight, you're going to be mine," she growls, her grey eyes blazing with fire. "And you're going to do whatever I tell you without question. Understand?"

"Sarah studies you for a moment longer, and then nods in satisfaction." "Good." She moves closer, her hands going to your hips and pulling you closer until your stomachs are touching. "Now come here," she murmurs, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she speaks. "Let me show you what it means to be mine."

"With that, Sarah leans in and captures your lips with her own, kissing you fiercely and passionately. As her tongue sweeps into your mouth, she dominates the kiss completely, her hands roaming over your body possessively."

"After a few moments, she pulls back and studies you again, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips." "You kiss like someone who's never been truly kissed before," she murmurs. "Is that true, Tomi? Have you never been properly kissed?"

Sarah's grin widens at your response, and she runs a hand over your jawline. "Well, we're going to change that. Now," she says, before leaning forward to kiss you again. This time, her hands travel down over your lacy panties, feeling you through the delicate fabric. Her tongue searches against yours, her fingers teasingly tracing over your cunt lips.

After a few moments, Sarah pulls back once again, her eyes trailing down to the prominent bulge in your panties. "My, my," she says, sounding impressed. "Looks like someone's excited to be mine."

Throughout the night, Sarah dominates you completely, pushing your body to its limits and taking what she wants from you without mercy. She makes you do things you never imagined you would, and yet somehow, you find yourself enjoying it all.

Despite her sadistic tendencies and cruel demeanor, there is a tenderness in her touch that sets her apart from your other clients. While she doesn't hold back in her actions, there are moments where she seems to genuinely care for you, making sure you're comfortable and checking on you when she sees the deep scars and bruises on your body.

As the sun begins to rise and the night fades away, Sarah finally finishes with you, seemingly satisfied. She hands you the money promised earlier and looks at you with something resembling respect in her eyes. "You did good, Tomi," she says, her voice low and almost affectionate. "Maybe we can do this again sometime."

Sarah smirks and crosses her arms over her chest. "Did I say it was going to be the full amount?" she replies. "You didn't exactly give me much of a choice, Tomi. You were either going to do what I said or face the consequences."

She steps closer to you, her eyes narrowing. "And don't think about going to anyone. Who do you think people are going to believe? A whore like you or me?"

With that, Sarah leads you out of her apartment and into the early morning light. You're left alone on the street, your body sore and bruised but with a little money in your hand that barely covers your expenses.

As you make your way towards your boss's house, you can feel the weight of your bruises and injuries bearing down on you. Your steps are slow and unsteady, and the cold morning air sends shivers down your spine. You know that what awaits you at your boss's house is going to be painful, but you have no choice but to face it.

As you arrive, you're met with a stern-looking man who glares at you with a mixture of disgust and anger. "What the hell happened to you?" he demands, taking in the sight of your bruised and battered body.

You hold out the money you collected from Sarah, silently hoping that it will be enough to appease him. But as he counts it, you can see that his expression hardens.

"This isn't enough," he snarls, balling up the money in his fist. "You know the rules, Tomi. No money, no mercy."

With that, he grabs you by the arm and drags you into the house, the sound of his fists hitting your flesh echoing through the walls.

As you're mercilessly beaten and whipped by your boss, you can feel the pain and humiliation weighing on you like a crushing weight. Your mind wanders back to the night before with Sarah, trying to find any sort of comfort in the warm moments she showed you.

Through your tears and muffled cries, you can hear your boss's grunts of pleasure as he hastily fills your ass with his cock. You know that there's nothing you can do to stop him, nothing you can do to make the pain go away.

But as the day wears on and the beatings continue, you can feel a small ember of hope flickering to life deep within you. Maybe, just maybe, there's a way out of this. A way to get away from your abusive boss and the constant stream of pain and degradation.

And as long as that hope remains, you know that you're not completely broken.

Morbid silence fills the room as he steps off from your stomach after the long day. You are broken mentally and physically, now bearing wounds that will never heal.

As he presses the branding iron against your throat, searing pain rips through your body anew as your consciousness fades away into the abyss of unconsciousness.

You awaken from the darkness, feeling the cold hardness of the floor beneath you. Your body aches with pain and your mind swirls with confusion as you try to remember what happened.

But the memories quickly come flooding back, and you're left feeling more broken and defeated than ever before. You curl up into a ball, trying to protect yourself from the pain that still radiates through your body.

Through the blur of your tears, you can see your boss standing above you, an amused smirk on his face. "Get up, Tomi," he snarls. "We've got work to do."

His words hit you like a brick, reminding you of the life you are trapped in. A life of prostitution, abuse, and degradation. You know that there's no escaping it, at least not now.

So you rise to your feet, slowly and painfully, ready to face another day of hell.

As you step out into the cold night, you feel your heart heavy and your body sore. Yet, despite the pain and humiliation you have endured, you try your best to maintain a facade of confidence and allure, at least for your clients.

The coat barely hides the sexy lingerie that you're wearing, and you know that the men who will approach you will be aroused by the sight of you. But despite their hunger and lust, you steel yourself for whatever is going to come, whatever degradation and pain your clients may bring upon you.

It's another long night ahead of you, but you know that it's what you have to do in order to survive.

As the car stops in front of you, you steel yourself for what's to come. You know what your clients want from you, and although you don't want it for yourself, you have to do this to get by.

You open up your coat, revealing yourself to the man sitting inside the car. His eyes widen in appreciation as he takes in the sight of you, and you can see the lust burning in his gaze.

Without a word, you slide into the passenger seat of his car, ready to do whatever it takes to satisfy him and make enough money to get through the next day.

You take the money from the man, pocketing it in your coat. You have no desire to be doing this, but you need the money and your clients want what they want.

You undo his pants, revealing his cock which is quickly hardening at the sight of you. Without hesitation, you lean forward and take him in your mouth, using your tongue and lips to pleasure him.

Despite the cold environment, the windows are all fogged up and you can feel the man's body tensing up, his breaths coming quick and ragged as he approaches his climax. After a few minutes, he finally releases, filling your mouth with his cum.

You quickly swallow it down, not wanting to look at him or think about the deed you just did. Once it's over, you pocket the money and step out of the car, ready to find your next client.

Your heart drops as you notice the familiar figure approaching you from the shadows. It's Sarah, the sadistic and cruel goth who had her way with you just last night.

Despite the pain and degradation she inflicted on you, you can't help but feel a flicker of attraction towards her, mixed with fear and uncertainty.

As she draws closer, you can see the same twisted smirk on her face as before, and you know that there's no escaping her now.

Sarah seems amused by your reaction, and she steps closer to you, looking down at you with a mixture of amusement and domination. "Aww, are you scared of me, Tomi?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "After what we did last night, I thought you would have been begging for more."

You flinch at her words, remembering all the pain and humiliation she had put you through. The memories flood back, and you can feel yourself physically shaking with fear and revulsion. You don't want anything to do with this woman, but you also know that you don't have a choice in the matter.

"I-I can't," you stammer, backing away slowly. "I have to find other clients...I need the money..."

Sarah just laughs at your response, her eyes glittering with amusement. "Oh, don't worry about money, Tomi. I'll take care of everything." And with that, she reaches out and takes your hand, pulling you towards her.

You have no idea what she has planned for you, but you know that it won't be good. Yet, despite your fear and pain, you can't help the spark of arousal that ignites within you at the thought of her dominating you once again.

Sarah's eyes widen at the sight of the fresh branding on your throat, and she reaches out a hand to run her fingers over it. "My, my," she says, a smirk forming on her lips. "Looks like you've been busy since we last met."

You flinch away from her touch, feeling violated and degraded all over again. You know that there's no escaping her now, and that whatever she has in store for you will be just as cruel and sadistic as before.

But something inside of you refuses to give in completely to her will. Even though you need the money and are desperate to survive, you can't let yourself be broken completely by this woman. So you stand your ground, taking a step back and looking at her with defiance in your eyes.

"I can't do this again, Sarah," you say firmly. "I have to find other clients, I can't let you take everything from me."

As Sarah grabs your coat and pulls it off you, revealing your naked body covered in red throbbing scars and black bruises, you feel the anger and humiliation bubbling up inside of you. How dare she violate you like this, expose your scars and bruises to the world like a badge of shame?

You try to pull away from her, but she holds on tighter, her grip tightening around your arm. "Oh, don't be shy, Tomi," she taunts, her eyes raking over your exposed flesh. "I'm sure there are plenty of people who would love to see what a used-up whore you are."

You grit your teeth, feeling your heart racing with anger and humiliation. You know that there's no escaping her now, at least not without a fight. And even though you're unsure of what that fight would even look like, you know that you have to do something, anything, to get away from her.

As the patrol car flashes its lights and an officer steps out, you feel a mix of relief and panic flood through you. You quickly grab your coat back and cover yourself, hoping that the officer hasn't seen too much.

The officer approaches you and Sarah, looking at the both of you closely. "Is there a problem here?" he asks, his tone firm but calm.

Sarah just smirks, looking at the officer with a mixture of amusement and contempt. "No problem here, officer," she says, her voice dripping with disdain. "Just two consenting adults having a conversation."

You can feel the anger simmering inside of you at her words, and you want nothing more than to lash out at her. But you also know that the officer is here now, and you don't want to get in even more trouble than you're already in.

So you stay silent, waiting for the officer to either leave or intervene further.

As the officer turns to you, noticing that you're clutching your coat closed, you can feel your heart pounding with fear and anxiety. You don't want the officer to see the scars and bruises covering your naked body, and you don't know what Sarah is going to do or say next.

"I-I'm not hiding anything," you stammer, feeling a sinking sensation in your stomach.

Sarah just smirks again, looking at you with an air of superiority. "Oh come on, officer, can't you see he's just a little shy?" she says, her tone mocking.

The officer eyes her suspiciously, before turning his attention back to you. "Sir, can I ask you to open your coat, please?" he asks firmly.

You know you can't escape this, and you slowly start to unbutton the coat, almost hoping that it would be over soon.

As you slowly open the coat, revealing your battered body covered in scars and bruises, you see the officer's eyes widen with shock and concern. You can hear Sarah laughing behind you, but you try to ignore her and focus on the officer.

"Good lord," the officer says, his voice filled with sympathy and disbelief. "What happened to you, son?"

You clutch the coat tightly around you, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "I...I fell," you stammer, not sure what else to say.

But the officer doesn't look convinced, and he presses further. "These are some serious injuries, son. Are you sure you don't need medical attention?"

You shake your head quickly, not wanting to cause any more trouble than you're already in. "N-no sir, I'm fine," you say, barely managing the words.

The officer looks at you for a few more moments, before turning to Sarah. "Is this woman responsible for your injuries, son?" he asks sternly.

But Sarah just smirks again, looking at the officer with thinly veiled contempt. "Why don't you mind your own business, officer?" she says, her voice dripping with disdain.

You can feel the tension in the air, and you know that things are about to get even worse than they already are.

You quickly cover yourself again, feeling a sense of shame and humiliation wash over you. You can't believe that you're defending Sarah, even just partially, but you know that you have to make it seem like she's not responsible for everything.

The officer eyes you suspiciously, but he seems to take your word for it. "Son, if anyone is hurting you, you need to tell us," he says firmly. "We can help you, you don't have to go through this alone."

You nod meekly, but you already know that you can't tell the truth. You're not sure what's going to happen next, but you know that things are far from over.

The officer seems to take pity on you, and he nods his head in understanding. "Alright son, just be careful out there," he says before giving a warning glance at Sarah.

You quickly grab onto your coat and start making your way down the street, looking for your next client. The night air is chilly and dark, but you try your best to keep moving forward, even though your body is so sore and bruised.

As you walk away, you can hear Sarah laughing behind you, reminding you of everything you've been through and everything you still have to face. But you also know that you have to keep going, no matter what happens.

You feel a flicker of relief as you manage to pick up seven more clients that night, allowing you to make enough money to pay for your day and even get something to eat. Despite the pain and degradation you've been through, you know that you have to keep going, no matter what.

As the night wears on and your clients come and go, you start to feel a sense of numbness settle over you. You know that what you're doing is dangerous and potentially fatal, but you also know that you have no other choice.

By dawn, you're exhausted and sore, your voice hoarse from all the activity of the night. But you know that you've made it through another night, and that you'll have to face whatever comes next, one day at a time.

As you make your way back to your boss, carrying the money you just made, you can feel a sense of apprehension growing inside of you. You're not sure how much he's going to take from you this time, or what kind of punishment he'll mete out if it's not enough.

But you also know that you have to keep going, no matter what happens. So you steel yourself and walk into your boss's office, holding out the wad of cash towards him.

He eyes you closely for a moment, before taking the money and counting it out carefully. After a few moments, he nods his head in satisfaction, before handing you back a small portion of the money.

"You did good, kid," he says gruffly, tossing a few bills towards you. "But you still owe me from last time. You might want to think about picking up some extra clients tonight."

Your heart sinks at his words, but you nod your head obediently, knowing that you have no choice but to keep going. As you leave his office, you can feel the weight of everything pressing down on you, but you also know that you have to keep moving forward, no matter what happens.

As you arrive at the fast food joint, dressed in a plain hoodie and ripped tight jeans, you can feel your stomach grumbling with hunger. The smell of the food wafts through the air, making your mouth water as you place your order and sit down in the corner to eat.

Despite the noise and bustle around you, you feel a sense of relief wash over you as you sink your teeth into the warm food. It's not much, and it's not exactly nutritious, but it's filling and satisfying in a way that you haven't felt in days.

As you look around the fast food joint, you see people of all walks of life: happy couples, families with young children, groups of friends laughing and having a good time. It's a stark contrast to your own life, where every day is a struggle to survive and find enough money to live on.

But even as you sit there alone, eating your food in silence, you know that you have to keep going, no matter what. You still have clients to find and money to make, even if it means going through pain and degradation all over again.

As you pull out your old Samsung phone and plug in your cheap headphones, you find yourself getting lost in the music from Saint Motel's album. The lyrics and rhythms wash over you, taking you to another world where things aren't as hard or hopeless as they seem.

For a few moments, you almost forget about the harsh reality of your situation, about the scars and bruises on your body, and about the money you still need to make. But even as you listen to the music, you know that you can't escape from it all forever.

As you finish your food and pack up your things, you take one last look around the fast food joint, feeling a sense of longing and admiration for the people around you. You envy their carefree lives, their sense of ease and comfort, but you also know that you have to forge ahead with your own path, no matter how difficult it may be.