Sample 2
Cheyenne got her sister to finally leave her “den of antisocialness” which is what she called her basement and go out with her to a bar. It was a divey type place with the usual characters one would expect from it, and Cheyenne got a guy, a good looking Mexican man, on talking to her sister duty before wandering off to flirt and get drunk. She pretty much checked out of paying attention which was a huge mistake as it turned out.---The man sat there talking to this woman for what felt like an eternity as she went on about her car and photography and was about to give up on this particular creature of prey before she finally shut her yap long enough to allow him to buy her a drink, and then one more. After that it was as simple as slipping the drugs in and carrying her out the door unnoticed. Money passed hands at the border and he washed his hands of her. --- The Man who purchased her did so with clear intent, buying a pretty but sturdy woman as a suck up gift for his boss in hopes of a raise. And this white girl fit the bill rather well. He gave her another dose of roofie to keep her out until he turned her over.--- Cassidy woke up on a sturdy rack where Ric proceeded to take spiked brass knuckles up and down her abdomen. It was merely an introduction to the next four years of her life where he'd brutally beat her for fun, hold her down and use her body for his own needs, and then offer her small bits of affection to keep her attention, not to mention he loved the look of hurt and betrayal on her face when he went from gently stroking her hair to yanking it back to slap her face. In the times he was bored of her “companionship” she was stuck on a chain in his son's room for safe keeping.---Tony for the first few months did his best to mainly ignore the girls existence as if she was a lamp. But he wasn't heartless and quickly went from ignoring her to holding her while she cried. When he wasn't consoling her they talked. At first he just listened but more and more in the last year he began opening up to her. He knew her well, and so when he realized he wasn't enough to keep her sane, and possibly alive, he sought out the one person she spoke about most. He hated leaving her with no respite from his father but he hoped this would be for the best for her as he headed out to Connecticut.----After her sister disappeared Cheyenne was devastated. She blamed herself, and participated in every police effort to find her. But four years later the case was cold and she was racked with guilt and expecting every knock on the door to be the police telling her they found her sisters body in a shallow grave off the freeway. This time was no different, the dread that filled her stomach. But she answered and looked at the Mexican man on her porch. She held the door only half open, hand on her phone in her pocket. “Can I help you?”---Ric grabbed his pet by the chin from her spot in the floor by his feet to yank her to hers as he stood. “Kitten, you're awfully quiet today.” He tossed her against the desk as he grabbed a length of rope. “Let's fix that hm?”