Trafficked Love Ch.14 - Sex Stories

Trafficked Love Ch.14

Chapter Fourteen: A Meeting With The Bishop When Angel woke, Emily was already gone. Riggz, a friend and fellow pimp of Rich, had already come and removed her. She turned on the coffee pot, and had finished switching out the laundry when Rich came downstairs. Angel glanced up at Rich as he leaned against the wall, watching her. When she finished folding the last bit of clean laundry, she turned back to him. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose black jeans. Angel looked over his body. He was very muscular, a visible report of his years of daily workouts. The bruises that covered him from last night’s battle almost blended in with the deep shadows that his muscles cast over his skin. Gently, Angel reached out and ran her fingertips against a deep purple bruise. Rich winced, grabbing her wrist, and pulling her hand away from his body. Angel tensed, glancing up at his face quickly, but she saw no anger there. She pulled her hand away. “You should see a doctor.” Rich shook his head, turning from her to pour himself a cup of coffee. She watched the back of his blond head as he disagreed with her. “You may have broken ribs.” “They’ve been broken before.” “I don’t like the look of that bruising.” “It doesn’t like the look of you.” Angel narrowed her eyes. If she hadn’t of intervened last night, he wouldn’t be arguing with her now. He would be lying on his back in a hospital bed, with nurses swarming around him. But maybe he was sour that she had intervened. Men never ...

... liked it when a woman fought their battles. “Remember your gun next time and I won’t have to bring it to you,” she replied bitterly. Rich’s head snapped to her direction, a bit of anger showed in his face. Angel ignored him. Instead she walked out of the kitchen to collect dirty plates from the living room. Rich’s anger didn’t intimidate her. He could beat her, rape her, sell her, curse at her, kick her out of the house, but he could never intimidate her. Angel had survived a lifetime of hell; one that would continue into her future. She had come to accept her hell, as it was her fate. Someone had to live this life, go through this hell. Why else would it even exist? Angel was the one who was strong enough to live it, and so the life was her’s. Angel was once asked if she believed in God. It wasn’t a topic Angel thought about often. “The world is full of demons. Each one of us has our own; is our own. We are hunted by demons by day, and haunted by them at night. The world is cold, unforgiving and uncaring. No one cares if you live tomorrow. No one is happy for you. People are cruel. They’re more interested in watching you suffer than watching you grow. They cheer for carnage. There are only two ways to survive in this world; to give them the carnage and be destructably famous, or keep your head down. As a child, you think life will be easy and simple, and that’s what you’re told. So that’s what you believe. But people lie. Life isn’t like that. Life is that awkward stage between ...