victim to come along.
He was happy to see the young black girl in her twenties going into the apartment right in front of where he stood hidden in the corner.
"Okay, okay. Please don't hurt me. Take what you want," she says as she opens the door and he follows her in.
Inside the apartment, Markee is relieved. Sometimes he gets certain people who would rather take their chances with him, based on his youthful looks and speech, than give him their money. That didn't do anything but make him more vicious over time. He wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger if somebody failed to give T. Styles
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him what he wanted.
"Where your money at?" he yells as he locks the door behind him while keeping the gun pointing in her direction.
"It's right here. This all I got," she pleads as she empties her purse.
"You ain't got nothing else here?" he asks as he motions for her to go to her bedroom and check in there. "I know your folks be ballin'." In her bedroom he finds a few pieces of cheap jewelry and an iPod. He quickly puts them in his pocket and motions for her to go back into the living room.
"You sure you ain't got nothing else in here?" he persists, excited by the control.
"No, this all I got."
"Damn. Where's your ATM card? I know you got one."
"Yes. If you want, we can get some money out tonight," she suggests, trying to take her chances back outside instead of in the apartment.
"Naw. Write your pin number down. And if it's not right, I'ma come back and finish you off. You don't want to fuck with me. You probably heard of me already anyway," he brags as he begins to feel himself by taking pride in the crimes he's committed around the neighborhood.
"I probably did." She smiles since she senses he wants recognition. "I'll write down my pin number for you."
"Good. 'Cuz I don't want to hurt you." 106
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"Thank you," she says, appreciative that the possibility of living exists.
She writes the number down while he sits on the couch and tells her to come over to him. He admires how attractive she is, even though she's afraid. Her tight jeans fit like a glove, and the waist-length jacket shows the thickness of her breasts. He sees she isn't moving then yells at her to come to him. This time she does what she's told. To satisfy his sick, insatiable sexual needs, he makes her suck his dick. Not wanting to do anything but save her own life, she complies.
He takes a few pieces of mail, promises to finish her off if she ever says anything to anybody then leaves.
With the ATM card in hand, he goes straight to the bank to take the maximum he can withdraw. Being young and naive, he fails to realize that ATMs take pictures.
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SKY'S HAIRSTYLIST, CAROL, REALLY LAID my tracks.
I've never felt attractive until now. I wasn't even thinkin' about long weave at first, but I'm glad she suggested it. For two hundred and fifty dollars though, this shit better last. Men have been beepin' at me ever since I stepped out the shop. I even had a few girls ask me who did my hair, and that has never happened. I wonder if my mother will like it. I know my friends will, especially Miss Wayne and Daffany. I'm not sure about Sky, though, but for the first time in my entire life, I can hold my head up.
Miss Wayne was right about Jay giving me more money. I hate going somewhere with Sky paying for me only to hear about it later, especially when we are fucking the same man. But ever since I talked to him about it a few days ago, he's been hooking me up. He still reminds me that he doesn't have to do shit for me but at least he's doin' somethin'.
He went from calling me a whore every day to say-108
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ing it once a week while all I could think about was Miss Wayne's advice, "Don't no pussy grow on trees, including yours." It wasn't easy askin' him at first, but I don't want to be embarrassed in
He was happy to see the young black girl in her twenties going into the apartment right in front of where he stood hidden in the corner.
"Okay, okay. Please don't hurt me. Take what you want," she says as she opens the door and he follows her in.
Inside the apartment, Markee is relieved. Sometimes he gets certain people who would rather take their chances with him, based on his youthful looks and speech, than give him their money. That didn't do anything but make him more vicious over time. He wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger if somebody failed to give T. Styles
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him what he wanted.
"Where your money at?" he yells as he locks the door behind him while keeping the gun pointing in her direction.
"It's right here. This all I got," she pleads as she empties her purse.
"You ain't got nothing else here?" he asks as he motions for her to go to her bedroom and check in there. "I know your folks be ballin'." In her bedroom he finds a few pieces of cheap jewelry and an iPod. He quickly puts them in his pocket and motions for her to go back into the living room.
"You sure you ain't got nothing else in here?" he persists, excited by the control.
"No, this all I got."
"Damn. Where's your ATM card? I know you got one."
"Yes. If you want, we can get some money out tonight," she suggests, trying to take her chances back outside instead of in the apartment.
"Naw. Write your pin number down. And if it's not right, I'ma come back and finish you off. You don't want to fuck with me. You probably heard of me already anyway," he brags as he begins to feel himself by taking pride in the crimes he's committed around the neighborhood.
"I probably did." She smiles since she senses he wants recognition. "I'll write down my pin number for you."
"Good. 'Cuz I don't want to hurt you." 106
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"Thank you," she says, appreciative that the possibility of living exists.
She writes the number down while he sits on the couch and tells her to come over to him. He admires how attractive she is, even though she's afraid. Her tight jeans fit like a glove, and the waist-length jacket shows the thickness of her breasts. He sees she isn't moving then yells at her to come to him. This time she does what she's told. To satisfy his sick, insatiable sexual needs, he makes her suck his dick. Not wanting to do anything but save her own life, she complies.
He takes a few pieces of mail, promises to finish her off if she ever says anything to anybody then leaves.
With the ATM card in hand, he goes straight to the bank to take the maximum he can withdraw. Being young and naive, he fails to realize that ATMs take pictures.
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15
Parade
SKY'S HAIRSTYLIST, CAROL, REALLY LAID my tracks.
I've never felt attractive until now. I wasn't even thinkin' about long weave at first, but I'm glad she suggested it. For two hundred and fifty dollars though, this shit better last. Men have been beepin' at me ever since I stepped out the shop. I even had a few girls ask me who did my hair, and that has never happened. I wonder if my mother will like it. I know my friends will, especially Miss Wayne and Daffany. I'm not sure about Sky, though, but for the first time in my entire life, I can hold my head up.
Miss Wayne was right about Jay giving me more money. I hate going somewhere with Sky paying for me only to hear about it later, especially when we are fucking the same man. But ever since I talked to him about it a few days ago, he's been hooking me up. He still reminds me that he doesn't have to do shit for me but at least he's doin' somethin'.
He went from calling me a whore every day to say-108
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ing it once a week while all I could think about was Miss Wayne's advice, "Don't no pussy grow on trees, including yours." It wasn't easy askin' him at first, but I don't want to be embarrassed in
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