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was provided covering her body. She made her way down a long hall that was adorned with pictures hanging on the wall of naked woman.
    “He is a supa’ freak!” Melanie said as she looked at the art. She reached the master suite and tapped lightly on the door. No answer. She pushed it open.
    “Hello Vincent, I’m ready for you,” she sang in a playful voice.
    The room was dark despite the fact that it was only 4:00 p.m. outside and the sun was shining. The black on black walls and dark velvet curtains were the reason to blame for the room’s darkness. A large round-shaped bed was in the center of the room, it was also decorated with black silk sheets.
    This is the fuckin’ job I do here, this nigga is a weirdo! Melanie thought to herself as she looked around in the darkness. Heavy breathing caught her attention. “Vincent?” She called out as the breathing became closer.
    Whap!
    “ Agghh!” Melanie cried in pain as a sharp leather whip was slapped across her back. She looked up in agony and to see Vincent’s tall frame standing over her. He wore a black leather mask, the cause of his heavy breathing.
    “What the fuck is wrong with you!” Melanie shrieked. He bought the whip down again, striking her face. She rolled over and held her cheek as blood seeped between her fingers.
    “You’re a filthy, dirty whore! You must be punished!” He shouted as he grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her into a bathroom connected to the room. A tub was filled to the top; the steam rising from the water let Melanie know that it was scorching hot. Vincent threw her in. Melanie screamed at the top of her lungs and fought trying to get out. The water was unbearable against her skin. Vincent had on black leather gloves, so the heat didn’t bother him as he took her head and held it under water. Melanie felt herself getting light headed and her body became weak as the hot water invaded her lungs. She started choking. Vincent pulled her out of the water as she fought for air. He opened her legs and entered her roughly, placing his hands around her neck and squeezing tightly.
    As her eyes rolled behind her head and Vincent felt himself cumming, he banged her head on the bathroom floor repeatedly and said, “Shame on you, you filthy slut! Never bite the hand that feeds you!”
    Before Melanie’s soul left the earth, her brain registered his words. Instantly she knew that it was because she had said too much to the police that caused Jani’rah to purposely send her to this psycho.

Never Judge A Book By Its Cover
    Attorney Shimerwitz worked the judge as he stood before him, fighting once again for Jani’rah’s right for a bond.
    “Jani’rah Eldamera Jean has done plenty for her community. Not to throw salt on anyone else, but she has donated and built more recreational centers, daycares and schools than our mayor! She’s helped employ half of the city with legitimate jobs that pay more than minimum wage!”
    “Yeah, selling their bodies!” An attorney seated on the side of the offense snickered.
    “Mr. Guerrero!” Judge Florentino shouted, shutting the young attorney up and leaving him with a red embarrassed face.
    Shimerwitz continued, “Yes, she makes money from a very lucrative business; she manufactures some of the best sex toys women have ever laid their fingers on! This is no crime, if it were, then stores such as VIP and Penthouse need to be under investigation also!”
    “Dammit where’s Daniel?” Ronnie, a counselor for the D.A., whispered helplessly as the defensive lawyer made valid points to the judge. He quickly hopped up; there was no way he could allow Jani’rah to walk out of the courthouse as a free woman again.
    “Your Honor please, she is a flight risk!”
    Shimerwitz chuckled; he had anticipated that the prosecution would bring that up once again. “Jani’rah has family here that she flew in from Haiti your Honor; I doubt that she would have brought them all the way overseas just to leave