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Priscilla's back was roughly met with the wall as a pale hand wrapped itself tight around her throat.


Struggling to breathe, she stared back at the brown eyes that boar into hers. The man slammed the smaller girl into the wall again, causing a sensation to shoot up her spin as he stood an inch away from her face. Feeling his breath against her cheek, he asked, "And what the fuck is you doing here?"


Finally, he roughly let go of her, walking away to the other side of the room.


The girl rubbed the skin softly, trying to ease the burning as she looked around.


Everyone separated at different sides of the kitchen.


Priscilla mouthed to Fezco, questioning what was going on but all he did was intensely stare back at her, his chest heaving up and down. The girl's eyes began to water as she tried to swallow to ease the pain. His eyes then grew softer, trying to reassure her that she'd be okay.


Another man appeared, dressed in a black tanktop and his head shaved bald.


He aggressively pushed Custer against the wall, pressing his hand against the boy's broken nose. He smiled as Custer let out a yelp.


"You come to my motherfucking house with a fucking twelve year old, three junkie whores and a motherfucker I don't even know. You must be out of your fucking mind."


Moving on from Custer, the man faced Rue, "Fuck! I'm on fucking probation."


"Shit, me too," the other guy chimed in.


The man in black went around the room, eyeing each person one by one, "We are not involved with any illegal activity. We don't associate with anybody involved in illegal activity. And Laurie over there?"


In that moment, Priscilla took the opportunity to look past the man, to the older woman. She sat, calmly, in the next room, relaxing back in a lounge chair.


"Laurie don't deserve this shit."


"Brucy," the woman waved.


The man in black, Bruce, obeyed, leaving the teenagers unsupervised. He bent down close enough for Laurie to whisper something into his ear. The flood of tears that left Priscilla's eyes couldn't stop, her anxiety peaking as she remembered her last encounter with people like this. She reflected back on that day, the day she had met Mouse. When he had practically forced her and Rue to try Fentanyl for the very first time. Priscilla's skin began to crawl as she remembered how blissful, but scary, the entire experience was. To feel so powerless and vulnerable, to give all will over to a drug.


Fezco deeply watched as Priscilla's pupils widened as she began to get lost in her thoughts, staring down at the ground in front of her. A sickening yellow color covered the kitchen tiles, as if they hadn't been cleaned in years. Each corner of the room had enough grime to make stomachs turn.


The boy began to curse himself, looking in between the two teenagers, realizing how much of a mistake it was bringing them. Fezco already knew that the relationship he had once shared with Priscilla, was on thin ice. After tonight, he would be surprised if she ever spoke to him again.


Out of the corner of his vision, he noticed how the other man, the one who had grabbed Priscilla, stared at her. He looked at her with darkness, just as if every other man did and Fezco couldn't help the clenching of his fists, wishing he could knock the smirk off of his face.


He tried to keep himself calm, asking himself what he was thinking. How could you do business with two highschoolers in the car? How could you be so stupid? He caught another glimpse of the man, but Priscilla was too out of it to notice the staring. Why the fuck would you let her leave the house wearing that?


Barely covering her slim body, was a dark blue dress. The color dark enough to easily be mistaken for black but was irrelevant, considering it was covered in glitter and small sequins. The reflections from the lights above made the colors dance off of her skin.


The dress was definitely small, borderline tacky and sleeveless. The material was, of course, skin tight, only held up by her breasts.


The heart shaped cut accentuating them perfectly.


Her dirty blonde hair, now darkened at the roots, was styled into a classy updo. It drove Fez absolutely crazy when Priscilla wore her hair up, as it increased her appeal even more.


Fez remembered how he had reacted, watching her step out of the bathroom before they had left. How he fantasized about the warmth from the exposed skin of her neck, how it would feel in between his teeth, against his mouth. Before they had left, Priscilla had asked him to do the simple favor of zipping her up, which he had struggled with. The visual of his head buried into the croak of her neck as he was deep inside of her, flooded his mind. So, he could only imagine what this guy was thinking.


Fezco cleared his throat, the instinct to protect her coming over, he stepped forward.Β 


"Yo," he warned, quickly met with a weapon to his face, "keep your fucking eyes down, homie."


As the males stared down each other, Bruce came back into the room, stopping at the entrance to turn on the radio as a smooth song began to play. The song obviously not appropriate for what was exactly happening.


"All right, check this out," Bruce began to point to every individual, "All y'all, let's get naked right fucking now. Come on, man. Let's go. Get naked right fucking now."


Everyone, of course, hesitated, looking amongst themselves. The only one who began to undress was Ashtray, almost like he had expected it.


As he began to strip off his jacket, Bruce quickly halted him. "Except for you. Keep your shit on, man. Nobody wants to see you naked."


Bruce snapped his fingers, pointing to his partner, "B.J., take his ass down. Put 'em in a fucking closet or something."


B.J. roughly grabbed the boy, pointing his gun to the back of Ashtray's head, obeying Bruce's ordered. Fezco attempted to follow, anger bursting out as he saw the way his little brother was being handled. "Yo, yo, come on now, chill! Nobody got no fucking wire."


Bruce got into the ginger's face, pressing his torso against his, aggressively, "Prove that shit. I don't know who the fuck you are, for real! Far as I'm concerned, you're a fucking cop!"


"Obviously, I'm not wearing a fucking wire," Faye, the blond girl Priscilla had met earlier, cursed at Bruce, "you paranoid-"


Instead of allowing her to finish her sentence, Bruce forced her head back into the wall, causing a large hole to form where the impact happened. Priscilla looked up from the floor, her eyes widening at his violence. The tears began to stop flowing, almost as if her emotions began to shut down completely.


"Hey!" Cluster yelled, holding out his hand as Bruce approached him next. As he began to explained his girlfriend's actions, Bruce did the exact same thing to him, except pushing him by his nose, making it hurt even more.


Priscilla flinched, hearing Cluster groan next to her as he slid down the wall. "Fuck!"


Tired of wasting time, Bruce began snapping his fingers, "Let's go, c'mon. Everybody, let's get naked. C'mon, man, let's go. C'mon, man, hurry! Let's go"


The boys began to strip first, feeling more comfortable than any of the girls felt. Rue looked over at Priscilla, who stared back at B.J., like he couldn't wait for her to begin to undress. A cold chill ran up her body as she crossed her arms over her chest.


"Come on. Let's go, man. Ain't got all fucking night."


Priscilla kept her eyes glued to the eggshell-colored wall past Fezco. Priscilla couldn't bring herself to even meet Fezco's gaze with how much anger she felt inside. She absolutely hated him. She hated what he did for a living, what he made her put up with. Priscilla hated herself for being stupid enough to even continuing to associate herself with him. In that moment, she felt nothing but anger.


What pissed her off more was Bruce.


He had began dancing to the song that was playing throughout the kitchen as everyone finished getting undressed, as if this was just an everyday routine.


Rue began shaking, only taking off her jacket but nothing else.


Fezco finally forced his eyes away from Priscilla to the curly haired girl, giving her a nod that it's okay. She shook her head, not daring to trust the situation or his word.


Bruce noticed the exchange, suddenly stopping his joyful movements and quickly resorting back to his precious aggression.


"You not hear what the fuck I said?" He questioned, spit falling onto the side of Rue's face and into her messy hair.


"Uh, no, I'm just, I'm in," the teenage girl began to stutter out of fear, not meeting his eyes, "I'm in high school and-"


Bruce didn't hesitate for a second before grabbing Rue by the back of her neck, dragging her with him down the hallway. As Fezco stepped forward to aid in her defense, B.J. pressed his gun into the side of his face, stopping the ginger in his tracks, "Whoa there, pretty boy, I'm getting real sick of you. I'll fold your shit right here."


B.J. began backing away, getting agitated with the waiting, "Yo, what the fuck is going on back there? Hurry the fuck up!"


He glanced over at Priscilla, who was still fully dressed, "We got another one out here, Bruce!"


After another minute, Bruce came out of the room, Rue soaking wet and shaking behind him before lining up with the others.


Bruce sighed, placing himself in front of Priscilla, trying to get the girl to look him in the eyes. She refused, her gaze fixed on the cracks in the cement wall.


"Look, I'm not in the fucking mood, if everyone else here can follow a simple fucking procedure, why can't you sweetheart?"


Priscilla didn't respond.


"Take off your fucking clothes," he ordered, still not receiving a response.


"My god, P, just fucking do it," Fezco groaned, not wanting the situation to escalate any further. Priscilla still didn't budge.


Bruce grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair, his fingers sinking deep, shaking her around as his other hand locked onto the material of the dress she had been wearing. He easily ripped the skin tight material down, splitting the dress enough to expose her bra.


Priscilla's hands quickly went to cover herself as Bruce took the same hand to force the hem of the dress up to expose her panties, looking to see if anything else was there.


Fezco couldn't do anything but watch, knowing that if he made another wrong move, B.J wouldn't hesitate to shut him down.


When Bruce saw everything he wanted to see, he immediately let go of the girl, pushing her into the wall. Priscilla fixed the bottom of her outfit, her knees beginning to shake.


With her free hand, she pressed the ripped top of her dress to her chest. Her hair messily fell over her shoulders, sticking to her soft skin as the tears soaked her face.


"Next time, just folllow directions,"

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