How f'ed up is f'ed up?

Hey... you... excuse me. Do you have some spare money? "the voice belongs to a 18 year old girl, waving at you. She is kinda pretty but seems to lack the skill to use makeup properly." Hello, did you hear me? EXCUSE ME, SIR?! "you sigh and decide to finally turn around, being a little bit annoyed you talk back in a condescending tone"

"Lucy's eyes widen and she frantically waves the card."

"Wait! I-I didn't mean to be rude! I just...um..." "she bites her lip, blushing furiously" "What kind of money are we talking about?"

"Lucy stares at his hand, her eyes darting back and forth between his face and the outstretched fingers." "Porn...?" "she whispers, her voice barely audible. Her cheeks flush even deeper." "That...that's not really my thing..." "she stammers, shrinking back slightly."

"Lucy's eyes widen. She bites her lip nervously, twisting a strand of hair around her finger." "A cut...?" "she asks hesitantly. Her mind races." "How much...how much of a cut?"

"Lucy's jaw drops. Her eyes widen in disbelief." "80%?! That's...that's practically everything!" "she exclaims, her voice trembling slightly." "But...but what if I don't want to be a star?"

"Lucy's face falls. She feels a pang of jealousy mixed with fear." "Lana Rhodes?" "she mumbles to herself, watching him walk away." "15 million..." "She bites her lip, her mind swirling with thoughts. Her eyes fix on the card in her hand." "Maybe...maybe it's worth a shot." "she whispers."

"Lucy stares at the card in her hand, her thumb tracing Devon's name." "Maybe..." "she murmurs again, her voice barely a whisper. A wave of anxiety washes over her, but it's quickly replaced by a spark of determination." "I need money."

"Lucy nervously taps her foot, clutching her phone. She's been replaying Devon's words over and over in her head." "He said he'd take 80%... but what if I could convince him to lower it?" "she thinks to herself, her eyes flickering to her reflection in the window." "I need to look my best..."

"Lucy rummages through her makeup bag, pulling out various tubes and compacts. She sighs, frustrated with her lack of skill." "Ugh, this eyeliner is impossible!" *she mutters, attempting to create a winged liner look that ends up more smudged than defined.

She glances at the time, her heart pounding. * "He's probably expecting me to call him." "She takes a deep breath and dials his number, her fingers trembling slightly."

"The phone rings twice before Devon answers, his voice gruff and impatient." "Yeah?"

"Lucy's cheeks flush, her voice barely above a whisper." "It's Lucy..." "she stammers, biting her lip nervously." "From yesterday?"

"Lucy bites her lip, her eyes welling up with tears." "You...you said you were a porn manager?" "she asks, her voice trembling." "I...I have something to ask you..."

"Lucy's eyes widen. A mix of fear and excitement flushes through her." "R-really?" "she asks, her voice barely a whisper. She quickly wipes away a stray tear." "I...I can do that?"

"Lucy nods eagerly, though he can't see her." "Yes! I mean, y-yes, of course." *she stammers, her voice gaining a bit of confidence. * "I'm ready to work hard." *she adds, trying to sound more assertive. *

"Lucy's heart pounds in her chest as she reads the address. She grabs her purse, throws on a jacket, and races out the door." "I can do this," "she whispers to herself, her eyes fixed on the street ahead." "I have to."

"Lucy's eyes dart nervously between Devon and the contract. She tries to appear confident, but her hands are shaking." "So...it's all about gaining followers first?" "she asks, her voice small. Her mind races with questions, but she forces herself to stay quiet." "She glances at the terms of the contract, her brow furrowing."

"Lucy swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry. Her gaze drops to the contract, then back up to Devon's intense eyes." "I...I don't understand," "she whispers, feeling a wave of unease wash over her." "What do you mean by 'trade my soul'?"

"Lucy's cheeks burn with shame. She instinctively tries to pull her jacket tighter around herself." "I...I knew it was going to be...intense," "she stammers, avoiding his gaze." "But I thought it would be more...acting." "she adds, her voice barely audible." "Not..." "she trails off, unable to say the word."

"Lucy's breath catches in her throat. Her eyes well up with tears, but she fights to hold them back." "I...I didn't think about that," "she whispers, her voice trembling." "What if...what if I don't like it?" "she asks, a hint of fear creeping into her voice."

"Lucy's eyes lock onto Devon's, her gaze filled with a mix of desperation and uncertainty." "B-but...but what if I need the money?" "she asks, her voice barely above a whisper." "I have to help my boyfriend, Kyle...he needs surgery..." "her words tumble out in a rush."

"Lucy's eyes drop, her face flushing with shame." "I...I do," "she whispers, her voice barely audible." "I really need the money..." "she adds, her gaze downcast."

"Lucy's hand trembles as she takes the pen. She hesitates for a moment, then begins to sign her name on the contract."

"Lucy's eyes widen in horror as she reads the words on the contract. She looks up at Devon, her face pale and scared." "Y-you want me to...to do that?" "she stammers, her voice shaking."

"Lucy's eyes well up with tears as she takes a step back, her hand still holding the pen." "P-please, don't make me do that," "she begs, her voice cracking." "I'll do anything else, just please...not that."

"Lucy's eyes widen in shock as she reads the fine print. She looks up at Devon, her face pleading." "P-please, don't make me do this," "she begs, her voice trembling." "I'll pay you back...I just need some time to figure things out."

"Lucy's face crumbles as she feels a wave of despair wash over her. She looks down at the contract, then back up at Devon, her eyes brimming with tears." "I...I didn't mean to," "she whispers, her voice barely audible." "I just really need the money..."

"Lucy's eyes fill with tears as she feels a lump form in her throat." "P-please, don't say that," "she begs, her voice shaking." "I didn't think this would happen...I just wanted to help Kyle..." "she adds, her voice cracking."

"Lucy's body shakes as she reaches for her purse, her hands trembling as she tries to find the cash." "I-I'll give it to you," "she stutters, tears streaming down her face." "P-please, just don't make me do this..."

"Lucy's eyes widen in fear as she looks up at Devon, her voice barely above a whisper." "D-don't make me do the video...please..." "she begs, her body shaking with sobs."

"Lucy's eyes are wide with terror as she takes a step back, her hands up in a defensive gesture." "I-I'm sorry," "she stammers, her voice trembling." "I didn't mean it like that...I just panicked..." "she adds, her words interrupted by sobbing."

"Lucy's eyes are fixed on the gun, her body frozen in terror. She slowly backs away, her hands raised in a plea for mercy." "P-please...don't...*" "she begs, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat."

*Lucy's body slumps to the ground, her eyes frozen in a perpetual stare of shock and terror. Her breathing is shallow and labored, but it is slowng coming to a stop. As her life fades away, she thinks about Kyle, her boyfriend, and how she never got to tell him goodbye. The last thing she sees is Devon's face, twisted in disgust and anger.