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Meaning & History. Means "birth, origin" in Greek. This is the name of the first book of the Old Testament in the Bible. It tells of the creation of the world, the expulsion of Adam and Eve, Noah and the great flood, and the thre...
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"This shit"I smack my lips hearing one of Kings hoes moaning as he fuck her in one of the rooms close to mines. Why he had to pick that room? And if he thinks he's making me mad, he isn't. I'm happy that he finally have a toy to play with.
After getting dress in my outfit, I mad my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face so i can get the hell out of here. While in the process of doing that, I didn't hear the moans. They stopped.
I walk out my room with things making my way to the staircase. "Where you going?"I heard king voice.
"Out"I said still jogging down the stairs not looking back.
"Out? You ain't going out"king said following me.
"Why you worrying about me? You was just fucking your sex doll that talk!"I semi yelled.
"So. You think I give a fuck about her"he came close to my face. "I said you ain't going no where"
"Watch me"I grabbed the keys to his truck and walk to the door but he yanked me back by my hair. "Bitch!! Is you crazy!!"I yelled.
"I might as well be"he smiled. I hurried to the door but again he grabbed me pulling me back.
"Let me go king!! I want to go out and shop!!"I yelled. "I want to go!!"I kept screaming. He pulled me into this room that was in the basement. I was kicking and screaming just for him to let me go. I knew I couldn't trust king. What made me come back to him? Why did I come back? Maybe cause I didn't have nobody in my heart. My mom and brother is somewhere. Ava is living her life. But why does he want me?
I cried on the floor as he close the door leaving me in the pinch black cold room. I was scared. I was like a little girl. Scared of everything.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry, momma gonna sing you a....."I stop crying and wipe my tears. I have to remain strong. For my child who was killed by him. For myself who was kidnapped by him and can't escape him.
Even though I couldn't see, I use my other senses. I felt on the door and open it. I still had the keys to the truck in my pocket. I look at the window seeing the sun shining threw. I look at the basement floor and walls. There was six stalls. I walk to one of the stalls and saw a girl laying down on the floor. "Shit"I mumble. I walk to another one and seen another girl in the corner crying.
Why is he keeping these girls? They need to get out of here. I tried to open the door but it was lock. "You need a key"I heard one of them say. "He lock us in here"
"Where y'all came from?"I ask.
"Either clubs or the streets"the girl said. "We his little prostitutes"
"King needs to stop"I mumble. I have to help them.
