"Bitch quit playing with me. What make you think you above any other bitch in here? 'Cause you get to suck dick? Is you crazy?" Judah held Renee's bloody and bruised face in his left hand, digging the tips of his fingers into her jaw.

"S-she wasn't l-liste-,"

"I don't give a fuck! I said don't touch her!" His naturally raspy voice bellowed through the foyer of the house, and he hit her in her mouth so hard that the sound of her teeth cracking could be heard by everyone in the nearby proximity.

Her body dropped as blood poured from her mouth, and Judah stood back up, shaking his fist. He was so mad, he felt like killing her. He wanted so badly to rip her head from off of her neck but it wouldn't make anything better. It would probably aggravate him further.

"Get this bitch to medical and get this blood off my fucking floor." He stepped over her body, saying the same line he probably repeated everyday.

"Yes sir." The crowd of girls, most of them naked, dispersed amongst themselves to do as told, and others just moved out of his way so that they wouldn't be his next victim. They didn't want to end up like Renee.

He jogged up the spiral glass staircase, making it to the second floor of the house. Just as approached the room with the number 19 displayed on it, two older women walked out.

"She wouldn't let us help boss. We tried." The eldest, Karina, who was 29, told him.

"It's good. Watch out." He gestured with his head after taking the first aid kit from her hands, and they moved to the side, walking past him.

Judah walked into the bedroom designated for Kianna, closing the door behind him. He also twisted the lock even though he was sure nobody would attempt to come in, especially knowing that he was inside.

He could see Kianna in the corner of the room with zip ties still around her wrists and ankles. Her face was red as if she'd been crying, her bottom lip was busted and swollen, there was dried up blood dripping from her nose, and there was a deep cut underneath her left eye.

Renee didn't even know what she had coming for doing this. A bitch who he wouldn't even consider a woman because she dehumanized her damn self, thought she was his right hand man or something-he didn't know what she thought, really. She was clearly delusional.

"Quit fucking moving before I make you bleed worse than she did." He grabbed her head to turn it back in his direction, listening to her sniff quietly in response.

He used baby sensitive wet wipes to clean the blood from her face, and her eyes remained low so that she didn't have to look at him. She couldn't recall ever being afraid of anyone besides her high school basketball coach, so the fact that she was genuinely frightened by Judah was saying something.

She still couldn't believe she'd been kidnapped and locked up in a room for three whole days. She could only imagine how crazy her best friend was going. Hell, she was going crazy too. This was some thriller movie shit.

Then, her kidnapper obviously had some weird obsession with her. How dare he pretend to care by cleaning her wounds right after threatening to hurt her worse? And according to the women who'd previously attempted to help her, she was already considered his favorite and she hadn't even done anything except exist.

Favorite what, though? Kianna wondered if he'd kidnapped all the girls she'd seen when she was brought in. Was she his favorite hostage or what? And was she in a literal whore house? Why was everyone naked?

"Do you know who I am?" He asked after putting a bandage on the cut underneath her eye, and she nodded her head.

Of course she knew who he was. Who didn't?

What she didn't know, was that he kidnapped random girls. She thought he was just some drug dealer, a big one, like the king pins in movies.

She would've never expected to cross paths with him. She was just a regular girl, or so she thought.

"Good. That means you know to listen to me, yeah?" He asked, and she slowly nodded her head again. She wanted to tell him that she didn't have to do a damn thing, but again, just this man's presence was terrifying.

"Aight then. Get up." He grabbed her wrists that were still zip tied, pulling her to stand up. He then pulled a pocket knife from his back pocket, flicked it open, and cut the ties from both her wrists and her ankles.

"If you try something stupid, I'ma kill you. It's security all around this bitch and we ain't got no fucking neighbors, so don't even think about tryna run off nowhere." He told her, holding her wrist to pull her towards the bathroom that was connected to the room.

There was already an outfit folded up on the counter, along with a Dove bar soap, unscented body wash, and a bonnet for her hair. There was also a brand new toothbrush, a stick of Dove deodorant, EOS lotion and two small washcloths and a plush bath towel.

Judah opened the glass door to the shower and turned the nozzle to the right where the red line was. Once the water was hot enough for his liking, he closed the door and turned his body in Kianna's direction.

"Hold yo' arms up." He instructed, and she bit her quivering and sore lip before hesitantly doing as told.

He removed her black hoodie and the white muscle shirt underneath, tossing it on the floor. He could feel her breathing pattern change as her cries became audible while he continued to undress her, clearly unfazed by her crying.

Judah was almost a foot taller than her-standing at 6'6 while she stood at 5'8-so when he stood directly upright, Kianna came face to face with his chest. She kept her gaze there when his fingertips gripped her panties, and she quieted her cries completely as she prepared herself for the worst.

"Take 'em off and get in the shower." He took a step back from her, and Kianna blew out a breath of relief that she didn't even realize she was holding.

Judah turned in the opposite direction to give her some privacy, reaching down in his pocket to grab a blunt. He lit it and placed it to his lips at the same time that he heard the shower door open and close.

He washed his hands at the sink while keeping the blunt in his mouth, getting rid of Renee's blood that remained on his knuckles. Smoke flowed from his mouth and his nose simultaneously as he grabbed a few paper towels to dry his hands.

"I wouldn't touch you without your consent. I'm fucked up but I ain't that fucked up." He told her a few minutes later, now sitting on the countertop.

"Well undressing me without my consent is just as bad." She mumbled, and his head turned in her direction at the sound of her voice.

"I'm sorry, Kianna Jade." He apologized, receiving nothing back in response. His apology didn't even sound genuine, and whether it was or not, she didn't accept it.

"When you finished getting dressed, Karina and Alex gon' be back up here to get you. They ah' take you to get yo' hair and makeup done and shit. Come downstairs and eat somethin' when you done." He got off of the counter, ashing his blunt on a napkin when Kianna got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body.

"I don't want no makeup or my hair done. I wanna go hom-,"

"I didn't fucking ask what you wanted to do or where you wanted to go. You gone do exactly what I said or I'm gon' deal with you. You understand me?" His gaze found hers, seeing the frown resting on her face.

"No. I don't w-," Kianna was cut off as the back of his hand hit hard across her face, sending her to the floor.

"Kianna I will kill you. Right here, right now. I don't play that shit, and I thought you understood that." He held her head in his hands as she cried, feeling her face grow sorer by the second.

"When I tell you to do something, that's what it is. Next time anything other than 'yes sir' come out yo' mouth, I'ma rip your fucking tongue out. Do you understand me?" His dark eyes seemed like they were daring her to say the wrong thing.

"Yes sir." She mumbled, refusing to look up at him.

"Good girl. You learn quick mama." He tapped her face twice before letting her go, leaving the bathroom without saying anything else.

Kianna stayed on the floor for a few minutes longer, unable to believe that this was real life. She was so mad. She was literally being held in a whore house against her will, while being abused and forced to do things that she didn't want to do.

She couldn't understand how she ended up in this situation. She barely even talked to people if they weren't her teammates, her coach, her bestfriend, or her brother. How did Judah even know she existed?

Out of all the women in the state of New York, he chose her. Why?

Kianna overwhelmed herself with her wonders as she got dressed in the outfit set out for her. She hoped like hell the underclothes-a Victoria Secret push up bra with a black thong-were brand new and not hand me downs.

What the hell even were these clothes? Along with the skimpy thong, the actual outfit was just a tight fitting romper bodysuit. It reminded her of a slimming faja corset.

"Ugh." She sniffed, wiping her face off to dry her tears. Crying clearly wasn't helping anything.

She left out of the bathroom a few minutes later, and like East had said, the same two women from earlier were waiting for her near the door. She didn't say anything to them, and just followed behind them in fear of Judah's consequences again.

Every girl that they passed stared her down, and she wasn't sure what their gaze held; jealousy, sorrow, guilt, hatred? She couldn't tell. And as a girl that only liked girls, she hated the attention she was getting.

"Girl and he gave me ten thousand just to eat his a-oh. Mm. So, you the new girl, huh?" A woman stopped a conversation she was having with a younger girl as Kianna, Karina, and Alex walked into a room that resembled a real salon.

"The one who ass Renee beat?" The younger girl smirked at Kianna.

"She didn't beat nothing, my hands were tied up. You wanna go a second round in her place?" Kianna frowned, and Karina and Alex instigated with 'ouu's' from behind her.

"Miss girl feisty. I like it. Come on boo." The first woman gestured her to sit down in a chair while the other rolled her eyes.

"I'm Jada. That's Deja. Yo' name KJ, ain't it?" Jada pulled the scrunchie from Kianna's low bun, popping her bubblegum in her mouth.

"Yeah. How you know that?"

"East told us. He said we couldn't call you by yo' real name 'cause you don't like that. What you do to get him wrapped around yo' finger girl? You must got some super pussy." Jada used a wig brush to brush her hair out, gently getting rid of all tangles.

"What? No. First of all, I'm gay. And he ain't wrapped around nothing. He literally kidnapped me off the street like a psychopath, yo."

"Well, he damn near is one." Alex chimed in, and Karina nodded in agreement.

"So, this is normal? Did he kidnap y'all too?" Kianna frowned. They were way too calm about this.

"Oh nah boo, we get paid to be here. His boys recruited most of us from strip clubs, saying that if we work for them we'd get paid more. And we do. The rest of 'em just work here 'cause they obsessed with East." Karina shrugged.

"Obsessed with a pervert slash kidnapper? They ass wylin'. That's some bottom of the barrel shit." Kianna folded her arms across her chest, upset that she was the only one being held captive by a crazy man.

"Not too much on him. You just gotta get used to how he is, then you ain't gone never wanna leave." Deja told her, looking up from her phone.

"Get used to him? I'm not staying here. This man kidnapped me. He runs a-what even is this shit? A trafficking ring? He's going to jail."

"Girlllll, jail? East got damn near every government agency in New York on his payroll." Jada laughed like that was the craziest thing she'd ever heard.

"And it ain't a trafficking ring." Deja enunciated to make herself clear, and Kianna looked over at her and rolled her eyes as hard as she could.

"Ok girl. Keep being a lapdog for a nigga who clearly don't care about you or none of y'all, for that matter. This is crazy." She really couldn't believe what she was hearing. Fuck being crazy, this was insane.

"We'll see how you feel in a couple weeks. You already his favorite so he gon' grow on you in no time. You might even take Renee place, the girl who hit you. She think she top dog but East only use her as a test dummy for his drugs." Jada ran a blow dryer through Kianna's hair on the lowest setting.

"He's not gone grow on nothing. He will literally have to kill me before I be his 'top dog'. And do what, help him kidnap more girls? The fuck." All of these women were just as fucked up as he was since they were so on board with what he was doing.

This wasn't a whore house. It was a mad one. A literal asylum.

"Keep talking like that and he just might kill you." Deja got out of her seat to walk out of the salon, and Kianna rolled her eyes again. That would be much better than being a puppet and possible sex doll for a drug dealer/pimp.

The rest of the women continued to converse and Kianna mentally tuned them out. She was trying to plan an escape, but she realized she would probably have to pretend to like East to get on his good side in order to do that. That's usually how it worked out in movies.

She couldn't believe she was comparing reality to movies. She wondered if she was just dreaming and would wake up from this nightmare tomorrow.

"Look at you, girl! You sexy denna' mothafucka!" Jada blew a bubble with her gum, admiring her work on Kianna.

Her natural hair was now blown out in loose poofy curls that framed her face well, and for makeup, Jada went light with the beat since Kianna expressed to her that she really didn't want any at all. The lip combo and eyeliner was hitting, though.

"C'mon. Let me get you downstairs 'for he get mad." Jada gestured for her to follow, and Kianna rolled her eyes yet again before standing up.

She couldn't deny the truth though, she did look good. She just wished it would've been on her own terms. She didn't want to look good just because a strange man wanted her to.

When they made it downstairs, there was a bunch of noise going on. Some girls were talking and playing with one another, some were arguing, there was a TV blasting music, another playing Bad Girls Club, and almost everyone had a plate of food in their hands.

Kianna hadn't eaten during the entire time she'd been here. Granted it was her fault because they'd offered her food plenty of times, but she didn't think she could hold out any longer. She was starving.

From the looks of it, someone made one of her favorite meals; honey buffalo fried chicken sliders with onion rings. Was that a coincidence or purposeful?

"He looking at you girl. I think I did a good job." Jada grinned, holding a bag of white powder in her hands. Kianna looked directly in front of her to see Judah staring her down with one arm folded across his chest while the other held a Nokia flip phone to his ear.

She immediately tore her eyes away from him as a permanent frown settled in as her expression. She didn't know this man from a can of paint and she already hated his guts.

"Move if you want to and I'ma hit you again." He was in front of her quicker than she could blink, and she tried not to flinch when he grabbed her face.

"Look at you, lookin' like a girl and shit. You pretty as fuck Kianna." He tilted her head to get a good look at the side of her face. He rubbed over the print of his hand, moving his gaze back to her eyes.

"Do what I say so ion have to put my hands on you. I don't like doing shit like that, but I will." He let go of her face to put both of his hands on the counter, blocking her from moving.

"You don't have to. How come everybody else gets to be here because they want to and I had to be kidnapped? I don't wanna be here East. I wanna go home." She mumbled, purposely softening her expression, hoping it would make him feel bad.

"Hm. You look cute when you pout." He lowered his head to be right in front of her face, and she watched his eyes dart between her eyes and her lips. She was trying hard not to look as disgusted as she felt.

"You ain't going nowhere though. Now go eat." He kissed her forehead, and she watched him turn around to walk away from her.

She didn't move for a few seconds, feeling plenty of eyes lingering on her body. She could hear the girls near her muttering amongst themselves just as her eyes began to water.

Instead of getting food, she made a run for the back sliding door that was opened. As soon as she made it outside, she took off running towards the gate. Before she could get too far, two men dressed in what appeared to be tactical gear grabbed her by her arms.

"Get off of me! I don't wanna be here! Help me!" She screamed as loud as she could, and it was pretty loud because it echoed through the field behind the house.

Kianna then cried out in pain once she was punched in her jaw, causing blood to began to pour from her mouth. She was picked up by her legs and thrown over Judah's shoulders where he held on to her by her thighs.

"Get off of meee! Let me gooo!" She cried, punching his back with all the strength she could muster up. When she realized it wasn't phasing him, she sat up in his arms and pulled his head back by his braids.

She threw her fist into his face as hard as she could, not stopping even when people began to pull on her, nor when her arms got tired. She continued to scream as loud as possible while she hit him too.

The only thing that got her to let him go was when her hair was pulled. She turned her body around and swung on them too, now out of Judah's arms. She didn't get to hit the girl for long before she was picked up again.

"Back the fuck up, yo. Get back!" His voice caused all the commotion to cease, and seconds later Kianna was thrown over his shoulder again.

She was expecting him to take her to room 19 again, but he didn't. He walked down the hall on the lower level and went through a door that took them down another hall. At the end of that hall was yet another door, leading to a room that she assumed was his since it wasn't as girly as the others.

He closed and locked the door behind them, and as soon as he did, Kianna was thrown against the wall. Her back hit it hard and it knocked the wind out of her, causing her to gasp loudly as she tried to catch her breath.

"Kianna I'm tryna be nice to you but you make that shit so fucking hard. Look what the fuck you made me do!" He roughly gripped her face as blood continued to pour out of her mouth.

"I didn't tell you to hit me! I didn't fucking tell you to kidnap me, I wanna go home! You are fucking crazy!" She screamed back at him, reaching up to punch him in his face as hard as she could.

Judah swung on her one last time, and Kianna's vision went dark as she lost consciousness.

Lol are y'all tired of him yet