18+ Only
Rated R
(If you're underage like myself and you want to read this then go for it but just warning you it's STRONG sexual shit in this book)
"Look, I've been watching you for some time since you've worked at the club, watching as men trie...
Artist: (Tiktok version) I don't know who sings this I'm sorry!
Jennifer's POV-
As I was sitting down across the kitchen table from Jake, it got me thinking again.
Why me?
Why did it have to be me?
How's my friends doing? Do they miss me?
Do my parents miss me?
I snapped out of my deep thoughts finding Jake drilling his baby blue eyes at me.
It made me smile.
Why am I smiling???
"Don't worry breakfast won't take long" He finally said trying to start a conversation.
I smiled in reply.
"Jenn, words"
"Huh"
"Use your words when you talk to me" he smirked.
"Oh sorry" I blushed.
After awhile the food finally arrived.
Each maid setting it nicely onto the table.
There was so much food, it made my mouth water.
There was a scrabbled egg breakfast burrito that had my name on it, their was French toast and fruit salad, there was apple juice and orange juice.
I couldn't eat all this.
But fuck this looks so good.
Jake looks up at me and laughs.
I cross my arms. "What's so funny" I smile.
"Just you...come on eat up we've got a lot of work to do today"
Work?
I got basically kidnapped to work? What the fuck.
I better be getting paid.
"What work are we doing" I asked eating a spoon full of my fruit salad.
"Well...we've gotta prepare you for tonight"
"What's happening tonight"?
He stopped eating and looked deeply into my eyes.
"Your getting auctioned off tonight"
What.
The.
Fuck.
"Wait what...what do you mean"?
"The highest bidder will get to own you" he said calmly.
"Well what does that fucking mean Jake? What do I do with them"?
I was afraid for the answer I was hoping he wouldn't say.
"Some men decide to bid for the prettiest hooker to have sex with them; like a sex doll, but you're not a doll. They also use them to work by their side, or even force you to join their mafia, you have no choice because they paid good money for you"
"I'm not a fucking hooker!" I yelled.
"You're a stripper, same thing...and it's all you'll ever be Jenn. Now finish your breakfast and shut the fuck up; I won't tell you again".
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