I don’t want this, she thought, as tears of disbelief clouded her vision. His tongue felt like a snake on her skin and his calloused hands pulled her thong to the side. Her body went limp when he broke into her. This was a burglary. He was taking her, and she couldn’t help but think she was partly to blame. She felt him break her hymen, and tears came to her eyes, as she struggled against the weight of him. She had started this, with the seduction in the club, the dancing, all to make Messiah jealous. She had ignited a fire she could not put out; faked interest when there was none, and she had ignored that feeling, that alarm that had told her to get out of his fucking truck. Her mind screamed, no!

She had never done this before and there was no delicate approach. This was an attack. He rammed inside of her, and when she closed her eyes, she felt tears wet her cheeks. He was ripping her in half, proving a point that he was defiling Benny Atkins’ daughter.

Please, stop. Please, just let it be over, she thought. The fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom made her skin crawl. There was nothing she could do but take it; and when he was done, she crumpled onto the floor.

“Morgan?” Nish called, her laughter waning when she finally realized that Morgan was crying.

Lucas waved her off. “She’ll be a’ight. Come here. You up next. Bruh, go get in that. Shit is amazing,” Lucas bragged. Nish cut off the camera and looked back at Morgan. She was, visibly, shaking. The decision to be uncool and check on her friend was overridden by her desire to be down. Nish wasn’t like Morgan. She didn’t come from a family that was well known. She had to suck and fuck her way to the top, just like every, other, little ghetto girl in the city. That was her mentality. Sad as it may be, good sex was all she was known for, and she was okay with that. If she put it on Lucas and his homeboy the right way, she knew they would throw her a few dollars. And if they bragged on how good she was, every baller in the city would come sniffing for a taste. It wasn’t hooking, it was just the game. Morgan had never had to play it. That’s why she was devastated. What did she think would happen? You don’t come to the motel at two in the morning, unless you’re trying to fuck, Nish thought.

“I told you, she’s good. Now, come here,” Lucas said, roughly pulling Nish onto his hardness as he licked his lips. He was rolling on the E pills he had taken. It had him ravenous and Nish was desperately trying to be chosen.