Sample 3
Cheyenne honestly was never the smartest, human being wise at least. And so when she was at a bar one night and a young man with a shock of dark hair and even darker eyes smiled at her from across the smoky room, she let him buy her a drink without hesitation, flirting heavily with no intent in letting it go anywhere. He was cute and all but she didn't do guys. By the time she finished her second drink and walked outside to smoke she felt weak. She pulled her phone to get an Uber, cursing what she assumed was an increasingly low tolerance. But before she could even get the app open the gravel was rushing up to meet her face, and then it was lights out. The next thing she knew was coming too being stripped by rough hands and forced in to an ice cold shower. She freaked out and tried to run but didn't get far before she felt a sharp pinch in her neck and went down again. She woke up in the cage she'd come to call home for four years as countless men passed her over as even a consideration. One night she caught wind of a conversation having to do with putting her down. No way could she make that ever not sound in her head like they'd kill her. So for the next two weeks she was no longer a listless lump in her cage, but instead dancing and twirling, trying to attract attention. And it worked. One watched her little show and walked off without a word. She was disappointed, thinking she'd failed again, but then men came to her cage. She went into the chains readily, wanting something more than her little cage. He was not kind to her in the two years that followed. She learned pain beyond imagination and it twisted her spirit. It turned her from a kind soul to someone hardened to any emotion. The second he let his guard slip down too far she slit his throat. Not ever wanting to be in a vulnerable position again she took what she saw as her rightful place at the leadership of his cartel. She garnered respect through fear, and disrespect wasn't met with a kind death, it was met with torture only a truly twisted mind could imagine. She developed what could loosely be called feelings for one man, though. She let Angel spend time in her bed, used him for personal satisfaction and in exchange protected him and his brother instead of allowing them to be cannon fodder with the rest of her men.---Tony knew it was dangerous, putting his brother right in the middle of their boss’ crazy to get information, but something had to change there. He didn't want to kill the girl because he'd seen first hand what made her the way she was. So instead he attempted to find a potential soft spot, weakness. And his brother didn't seem to really mind doing his part. Finally, they got word of a sister. Knowing it was a long shot Tony looked in to this sister and got an address and then headed to Connecticut. He knocked on the door of the cute little house there, thinking this was the sort of place his boss would burn down for fun. ----Cheyenne sat down at the desk and took a few minutes to look over the security cameras, then do a brief check on business. Everything was running smoothly, because crazy or not she was a good business woman. Satisfied with how everything looked she lit a thick Cuban cigar, put her feet up on the desk, and radioed for Angel to join her in the office.