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... the sheet over my bare body. &#034What do you want?&#034 I said. He stood there looking at me. Finally he said, &#034I want the money for your friend's room. They checked out and said you were paying.&#034 I was befuddled. &#034What friends?&#034 I asked. &#034I don't have any friends. I just got off the bus – I don't know anyone here.&#034 A crafty smile played over his lips for a second. Little did I know it, but I had just confirmed his suspicions – a runaway 18 year old punk on his own. He reached out and began pulling the sheet off of me. I tried to pull it back but he yanked it to the floor. &#034You got smooth legs,&#034 he said. Then his look got hard. &#034One way or the other you gonna pay that bill.&#034 I was really frightened now. &#034Ok,&#034 I said. &#034I'll pay. How much is it?&#034 &#034Six hundred pounds,&#034 he answered. My heart sunk. I knew that it was all I had, and the thought of having to give it up like that was depressing. But I realized that I had no choice. &#034Can I have the sheet – to cover myself while I get you the money?&#034 He handed me the sheet and I wrapped it around my body. &#034I don't know why you want to cover up a pretty body like that, cutie,&#034 he said as I went to my bag. I dug around and suddenly I felt sick. The money I had was gone. I dumped the bag out – nothing. I picked up my pants and went through the pockets. I had been robbed while I slept. &#034It's gone – all my money is gone – someone stole it!&#034 The clerk ...

... reached out and grabbed my arm in a vice like grip. &#034Look, bitch, don't fuck with me or I'll beat your ass so bad you'll have trouble walkin'. I want the fuckin' money you owe me – NOW!&#034 I started to cry. &#034Please,&#034 I said, &#034please don't hurt me! I'm telling the truth – my money is gone!&#034 He relaxed his grip. &#034Ok,if that's the way you want it.&#034 He bent down and scooped up my clothes and stripped the sheets from the bed, including the one I had wrapped around me. He headed for the door. &#034Where are you going?&#034 I asked, crying. &#034Can I please have my clothes back? I'll call my mom and get you the money.&#034 He paused at the door and laughed harshly. &#034Your mom? Fuck that, cutie, you're over 18, You gonna earn that money.&#034 He left and closed the door behind him. I heard a clicking noise. I ran to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. I began to panic. I ran to the window. It was so filthy I could barely see through the glass. I tried to open it but it only went up about 8 inches. The street seemed a very long way down, even if I could get the window open it was too high to jump. I was trapped – a prisoner. An hour must have passed when I heard the lock and the door opened. It was the clerk. There was a big black guy with him. They entered the room, locking the door behind them. &#034Ooooo-EEE! You wasn't shittin', Jose!&#034 the black guy said, staring at me. &#034This some sweet lookin' pussy!&#034 I told' you, cutie,&#034 ...