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house in the middle of the day.  Turns out, some monsters aren’t so tough and manly when their victims are much bigger than them.
    It was so fucking satisfying watching that prick being led away in handcuffs, and the bruises that were scattered on his face and body weren’t questioned at all once the cops arrived.  Funny how that worked.
    “He’s in Portland,” I said, after the asshole replied.  
    “Good, he’s close,” Grace replied.  
    It was a slow process, drawing them out.  Most of these monsters knew exactly what they were doing, and they spent days grooming their victims before they made their move and suggested a face-to-face meeting.  My job was to keep up the charade until they broke.  If I tried to rush it, they got spooked, and went on in search of their next victim, who was actually a real life twelve year-old.
    “Riot, you’re doing great.  Keep him talking as long as you can.  I need to go back to the cabin and make lunch.  Holler if he bites.”  
    “Oh, he’ll bite.  This asshole is already trying to flirt with me,” I replied.
    “Thanks, Riot,” Grace said, as she walked out of the clubhouse.  “I’ll be back in a bit.”
    I turned back to the computer.
    ‘What are you wearing?’ the pervert asked me.  
    You’re gonna be wearing handcuffs, you fucker , I thought.
    “Just a tank top and a short skirt, lol…no biggie, ” I typed.
    “Mmmm…how short?” the prick asked.
    I took a swig off my beer, burped, and scratched my beard, settling back into my chair for a long session of disgust.

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    In the six years I had known Monty, I had never seen him so pissed.  Harold, his lawyer, had bailed me out.  When I got to the car, Monty was seething.  His bodyguard drove us back to my apartment, and stayed in the car as Monty  went inside with me.
    I had never been arrested before, so I knew Monty would be angry.
    I didn’t know he would be this angry.
    “What the fuck were you thinking, Lacey?” He laid into me as soon as the door closed behind us.
    Each blow of the back of his hand whipped my head around so fast I couldn’t see straight after the third time.  Tangy, metallic blood trickled out of my mouth and down my chin. He pushed me roughly backwards, and I stumbled and fell to the plush, white carpet.  The sharp crack of my stiletto breaking pissed me off.  
    Those were my most comfortable heels , I thought, as he straddled my hips.  
    “Don’t you get enough cock from my clients, you whore?”
    More blows rained down on my face, and I lay motionless beneath him as he simultaneously hit me and screamed at me.
    He looks like he’s gained a few pounds , I thought, a million miles outside of my body already.  
    “You belong to me, you fucking cunt. And don’t you forget it. Paid in full, Lacey.”
    He stopped hitting me, and grabbed my hair, wrapping my now flat and tangled hair around his fingers and pulling backwards hard and fast.  
    “You’re mine, you fucking understand?  I say who you talk to, what you do, and who you fuck!  Your job is to obey!” he growled, his grip tightening in my hair. 
    “And since you didn’t obey,” he seethed, “you’re useless to me now.  I can’t trust you.  And what do you think that means for me, Lacey?”
    I said nothing.  I knew better.  There was nothing I could say that would make him stop.  
    He reached down with his other hand and ripped my panties from me.  
    “How could you?  After all these years?  I trusted you, and you’ve ruined it all, you stupid fucking whore!  I think you need a reminder of just who you fucking belong to before I kill you!”  I heard the jingling of his belt buckle and closed my eyes.  
    Monty stood naked before me, but I kept my eyes closed, just as I always did every other time he raped me.  His cold hands ripped my dress from my body, and I lay on the floor below him, wearing nothing but my bra, streaks of blood on my chest, and dozens of