A car pulled up in front of me. I stepped out from under the covered area of the building and ran over to the car in the pouring rain. The man rolled down his passenger window and I was able to get a good look at him. He looked like he was in his late 40's. He had dark circles under his eyes and his eyes were blood shot. He looks like he hasn't shaved in days or even ate in that amount of time. He was smoking a cigarette and some bad rap music was coming through the speakers. "Hey, what are you looking for today?" I asked him in my most seductive voice. "I'm not picky. I have 200 to blow and I'm just looking for a good time." I looked around at my surroundings before getting into the car and he sped off.

I got up from his bed and wrapped a sheet around my naked body. I walked into the hallway and towards his living room. He was sitting on the couch in his boxers, leaning over his coffee table and he had a straw up his nose. When he was done, he wiped his nose and looked up at me. He raised his eyebrow and held the straw up for me. I walked over and knelt down at the table. I took the straw from his hands and he lined up the white powder of heaven. I put the straw in my nose and sucked up the coke. I instantly felt the familiar high. I smiled at the guy and he smiled back. "Ready for round two?" I asked him with a smirk.

I walked into my front door, locking it when I got in. I took off my jacket and put it on the chair in the kitchen. "Jason?" I called out as I grabbed two beers from the fridge. "In here!" I heard Jason slur from the living room. I opened up the beers as I walked up to him and sat next to him on the couch. I handed him his beer and he grunted. I guess I'll take that as a thank you. He alternated drinking and smoking his cigarette while watching the UFC. I pulled the 200 out of my bra and put it on his thigh. "What is this?" He asked me. "The money that I made tonight." "You only made 200?" He asked me, getting mad. "Yes. I'm sorry, it was a slow night." Jason not only is my boyfriend, but he is my manager. "Whatever!" He yelled and threw his beer across the room, it shattering on the wall as he stood up. I cringed. I really hoped that tonight I could just go to bed without getting hit. He grabbed my wrist and forcibly pulled me up. He then shoved me onto the ground and started to kick my chest. He is a UFC fighter, so he knows what he's doing, and it really fucking hurts. He grabbed onto my shirt with his fist and his other hand collided with my face. "Fucking bitch." He spit in my face and grabbed my wrist again. He led me to the bedroom. Fuck, being beat and raped.. again. He pushed me onto the bed and ripped off all my clothes. He unzipped his jeans and shoved his dick into my mouth, instantly gagging me. He grabbed the sides of my head and kept gagging me. He then threw me back and grabbed my legs. He shoved himself as hard as he could inside me and I screamed out in pain. "Yeah, you like that slut?" He asked me and slapped my face, going harder. After a little while, he busted inside of me and threw me onto the floor, giving me one last kick before putting zipping up his jeans again and leaving the apartment. I got up in pain and crawled into the bed. I pulled the covers over me and curled into a ball. I cried myself to sleep that night, again.