Trafficked Love Ch. 7 by ObedientAngel

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It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Chapter Seven: The Common Street WhoreAngel was right about the man. He had offered her and Emily drugs, but then expected rough sex. There were many times during their intercourse that Angel thought he was going to seriously hurt her. He would choke her, cut off her air supply until she was blue in the face. She would grab at his wrists, trying to get him to let go, but it was useless. He would let go of her and she would quickly catch her breath before he would give her a hard smack across her face. He would bite and pinch and twist her nipples until she yelped. At one point he rolled her over and shoved himself deep in her backside without warning. She almost screamed and she fought back tears. She couldn’t say she wasn’t used to this kind of treatment, because quite frankly, she was. She had no heart in what was happening, and at this point in her life, she didn’t really even care. Her tears, although they were simply her body’s natural reaction to what was happening, would only fuel this guy. So she fought them.

He had grabbed a fistful of her hair and was continuously pumping into her without care or concern for her. He sped up, forcing her face into the bed as he finished inside her.

The whole ordeal lasted a little over an hour.

He groaned as he pulled away from her. She collapsed on the bed, panting and wincing. He rolled her over, grabbing her by the chin and forced himself into her mouth. “Clean it off whore.”

She obeyed until he was too sensitive to let her continue. He left her to clean herself up as he poured himself a glass of some kind of alcohol and jumped back in the shower.

Angel sat up. She dragged herself to the kitchen sink where she quickly splashed water on her body, gently rubbing between her legs, letting the water soothe and clean her. She toweled herself off with a small hand towel before putting her clothes back on and headed around the partial wall to check on Emily.

“Emily…” Angel’s eyes widened a bit when she saw Emily. The girl was high.

Emily was standing on the couch, arms spread out, head back, and was spinning in circles. She was laughing and giggling, and her hair was a mess. Angel looked down at the coffee table, most of the lines were gone. She growled.

The man came up behind Angel and laughed, “looks like someone is having fun!” Angel’s body stiffened, but otherwise she gave no response.

She watched Emily dance around a bit longer before she picked up Emily’s bag and checked her pocket to make sure the man’s payment was still there. “Ok Emily, it’s time to go.” She grabbed Emily by the arm and attempted to pull her off the couch and to the door.

Emily stumbled, giggling as she tried to stand properly. The man laughed with her. “Awe come on Ang” Emily complained, shortening Angel’s name as if they had known each other for years “don’t be such a downer. Stay for the party!”

Angel growled, letting go of the girl and letting her fall to the floor “this isn’t a party Em” she mocked, “let’s go!”

Emily looked at the man, who told her that she could stay as long as she wanted and ‘party’ with him. She bit her lip, smiling teasingly at him.

“Emily!”

Emily giggled at the man, waving as Angel dragged her to a standing position and out the door.

Emily was giggling and tripping over thin air as Angel dragged her down the hall to the elevator. Once in the elevator, Emily hung herself on Angel, trying to kiss her and laughing with Angel pushed her away.

Angel dragged the girl out of the hotel, embarrassed as the hotel staff watched, gawked, and glared at them as they left. She dragged Emily down the street and into a vacant alley.

“Emily get a hold of yourself!” Angel shook the girl a bit, trying to pull her down from her high. She knew if Rich found out the girl was high, or had been high, they both would be in a lot of trouble.

Angel growled and began to drag the girl back down the street. She would have to walk the effects off of Emily. But that also meant there would be no more clients tonight. Angel couldn’t leave Emily by herself like this, and she couldn’t drag her along with a client like this either.

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They walked for a while, Emily slowly sobered up from her high. The effects still lingering a bit, but she was acting more like a normal person.

Angel took her to a McDonald’s, she sat the girl down at a table then went up and ordered a hamburger and drink for the girl. She knew the food would help sober the girl up quicker, and absorb some of the cocaine in her system.

She watched the girl eat, silently thinking. Emily was going to crash soon, and she needed to be in a safe area when she did. The post effects of cocaine could be deadly; paranoia, anxiety, restlessness, all potentially deadly to experience on the streets.

She had to call Rich. The house was the only safe place for Emily to be when she crashed. Angel would have to plead Rich not only pick them up and take them home, but that any punishment he was going to dish out, would wait until Emily was completely sober.

Angel reached into her vest pocket and pulled out a small cell phone. Rich equipped his girls with cell phones so they could stay in contact with him at all times. The phone was for emergency purposes, and Rich kept tabs on what the girls used their phones for.

Angel dialed Rich’s number.

“Hello?”

“Rich, it’s Angel.”

“What’s up, girl?”

“I need you to come pick us up.”

“Why? What happened?”

Rich let a hint of concern be heard in his voice. Angel wasn’t sure if it was because Angel never called him to come pick her up early, or because he thought something was wrong with his precious minor.

“Emily took some drugs while I was with a client.”

Silence.

Silence was never good with Rich. It meant he was mauling over the situation, allowing his anger to build and burn.

“She can’t be on the street right now, Rich. She’s gonna crash soon, and I can’t work with her tagging along in this condition.”

“Where are you at?”

“The McDonald’s on High and Stewart.”

“Sit tight, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The phone clicked. Angel returned to watching Emily eat.

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When Angel saw Rich’s truck pull up in the parking lot, Angel gathered the trash and threw it away, then returned to pull Emily to her feet and out of the restaurant.

She opened the back passenger door to Rich’s truck and half threw, half shoved Emily inside. She shut the door and hopped in the passenger’s seat next to Rich.

Rich threw the truck in gear and drove out of the parking lot. They sat silently for a while as Rich drove. Angel couldn’t even look at Rich, she was disgusted and disappointed with him for bringing Emily into this life, and furthermore, she knew she had let him down.

Emily wasn’t the only one in trouble.

Angel glanced at Rich, then quickly turned to Emily when she heard the girl start to hyperventilate and scream.

“Emily, calm down! It’s ok!”

“What the fuck did she take?” Rich yelled over the girl as Angel tried to reach back to soothe the girl.

It wasn’t working. Emily was hysterical, screaming, crying, panting, and thrashing about the back seat.

Angel crawled over the console and into the back seat, next to Emily, who was now screaming in terror at Angel. Angel tried to comfort Emily, but the girl only lashed out, scratching Angel down her forearms.

“Emily! Calm down!” Angel grabbed the girl by the wrists and held her still. She pushed the girl against the seat and crawled on top of her, restraining the hysterical girl.

“What the fuck did she take?” Rich repeated.

“She snorted a bunch of coke” Angel responded as the girl began to relax into a ball of sobs and whimpers.

“Crack isn’t a hallucinogen,” Rich stated.

“I doubt she’s done it before, Rich.” Angel crawled of the girl and just held her as she sobbed and whimpered. Angel looked up, she was concerned for Emily, and as she locked eyes with Rich in the rear view mirror, she became even more concerned.

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Once back at the house, Angel helped Emily inside as Rich held the door open.

“Take her upstairs.”

Angel helped the girl upstairs and laid her down on Rich’s bed as instructed. She pulled off the girl’s shoes, shirt, pants, and socks, leaving her sobbing in her bra and underwear. Angel turned to Rich, who nodded at the door.

Bowing her head, Angel walked out of the room, shutting the door and down the stairs. She sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Tears streamed her cheeks as she tried to tune out Emily’s screams.

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A few hours later, Rich came down and gently shook Angel awake from her spot on the couch.

Angel jolted upright, turning to look at the stairs with concern for Emily.

“Shh” Rich ordered, making Angel turn back to him “she’ll be ok. In the morning you’ll go and clean her up. She has tomorrow off.”

Angel glanced at the clock above the TV. It was four in the morning. Rich glanced at the clock and revised his statement.

“At eight you’ll go clean her up. She has today off to rest. You and I will stay here to keep an eye on her. Tomorrow we take her to Frank’s.”

“What?” Angel was a bit mortified.

“I was wrong about her. She doesn’t need guidance, she needs to be broken in.”

Angel’s eyes widened.

“You will come with me and drop her off. She’ll be there one week, and then you will come with me to pick her up.”

Angel couldn’t argue with him. She knew the consequences of arguing. Working at the brothel wouldn’t be nearly as bad as the way Angel was “broken in,” but it was still bad enough. Angel bowed her head, she blamed herself for what Emily was going to go through.

“Now, let me see your arms.”

During the battle in the truck, Emily had clawed Angel’s arms to the point of shedding blood. Honestly, Angel had forgotten about her arms once they got home. She held out her arms to him, palms up. The long scratches across her forearms were just starting to scab over.