"So dark, so dull." 

  "I said no teeth bitch!" he said as he pushed me off him. "Yo B, what the fuck is this? Get me somebody that knows what they're doing." The man yelled. "My bad bro. I got you." Bryheem said as he looked at me. "Take him to the hole." he said as I began to panic. I've only been here for a few months but I've never been to the hole. They said that I should be glad that I haven't seen it. "I can do a better job! Let me try again." I said as Bryheem didn't even bat an eye to me. "What y'all waiting for?" he said as two dudes came an picked me up. 

  I was quickly replaced by by another dude and dragged to the back. "No, put me down. Stop. You're making a mistake. Please." I begged as it just fell on deaf ears. "You're not helping yourself at this moment so you might as well shut the fuck up." One of the guys said to me. The threw my ass on the floor as I heard the door lock. The odor in this room was enough to kill me. It was was damn near pitch black in here, I couldn't really see a thing. A slight crack in the wall would be my way of knowing what time of day it would be. The other guard gave me a sympathetic look as they closed the other door and went back upstairs. 

  "I don't deserve to be here." I said lowly. I was too scared to even move from where I was at for fear of stepping in something I didn't want to even know. It's been about two seconds and I'm already on the verge of having a mental breakdown. I hate dark, confined spaces. I just stared blankly into the darkness, trying to distract myself from the torture that is this room. I should be lucky that he didn't fuck me up when he did. That last time someone did that, he literally beat the shit out of them. I guess I should be somewhat thankful. 

  After staring at nothing but darkness for god knows how long, my eyes finally decided to close on their own. That slumber was shortly interrupted when I heard a loud slam from upstairs. I instantly went on defensive mode, even though I'm pretty much blind down here. The noises continued as I stayed on guard. I really just wanted to go to sleep. Suddenly, everything got quiet. "That was weird. He must've kicked someone out." I said as I shrugged. I tried to go to sleep but again was disturbed by another door slamming. It sounded like it was the door upstairs this time. I stayed on alert as I heard steps on the staircase. 

  "Lights." a voice I knew all to well said. In an instant, I was blinded by the light. I've been down here for at least 2-3 hours. Or at least it felt like that. I sat there for a moment trying to refocus my vision as the person spoke. "You made me lose money today Jaylen." Bryheem said as I finally got my vision together to actually see him. His face was emotionless as always, making it hard to tell if he was actually pissed at me or not. "I really didn't mean too. I'm not used to doing stuff like that. I-" "I don't want to hear that shit. You damn near made me miss out on money and you know I hate when niggas play with my money." he said mono toned.  

  "Show em what I do to niggas that fuck with my money boys." he said as he walked away. "Wait no, I'm-" before his goons started beating my ass. The only thing I could do was curl up in a ball and try to protect myself as much as I could. It felt like this shit was gonna go on forever. "Enough." he said as they stopped. I was just sitting there panting and coughing. I spit out a glob of blood as they walked away. "Maybe next time, you'll think twice about crossing me. I think I'll let you sit here and think  about what you've done." he said as he turned the light off and walked away with his peoples following behind him. 

  "I-I-I-I'm a virgin." I mumbled to myslef as I cried. I don't have that type of sexual experience. It's been about two months since I've been here and I never had to do anything like that. I knew that sooner or later, Bryheem would start putting me to use. I always felt like he had a soft spot for me because he never pressured me into doing any of this. No matter how much the other people complained. I guess he finally got tired of the complaints because he told me last week that I would have to start pulling my weight. 

  I don't want to be here but what choice do I have? Many have tried to escape and guess what happened to them? This nigga killed them. Once he has his hooks/hands on you, there's no escaping him. The only way you'll be free from him is if you die. Like there were literally news coverage on those murders. Families left wondering how could this could've happen to their seemly innocent relative. All the while, the bastard who did that to them was right here in my face lighting up a blunt laughing at them. Saying  "Nobody crosses me" as he took his first puff.  I didn't have any plans on joining the afterlife, so I had to deal with the cards I was dealt.     

  This pain was unbearable. I felt like my chest would cave in any minute now. My arms felt like noodles, so I couldn't even move them if I tried. Hell my whole body was on fire and just felt like if you even plucked me, a limb would fall off. I didn't deserve this, however, the damage was already done so the only thing I could do was just sit here and accept it. I spent the rest of the night crying and attempting to go to sleep.

   The Next Day

  "Get the fuck up." someone yelled, breaking my sleeping trance. I looked up to see one of Bryheem's boys standing there with some clothes. "Go upstairs, wash up and put these on so we can go. Hurry up because I have shit to do." he said as he threw the clothes at me. Oh did I forget, I'm still in high school. Hello typical Wattpad setting. I struggled my way up the steps, almost falling right back down quite a few times. Once I finally made it to the bathroom, I wasted no time turning on the shower and jumping my ass in. Not even bothering to wait for the water to heat up. Once it did warm up, the aching muscles in my body started to relax. I wish I could stay here forever but unfortunately, that's not the case. 

  I finished my shower and made sure I brushed my teeth and took care of some of the cuts and bruises on my body. I found a nearby stick of deodorant nearby and instantly applied some. I could get some lotion from Malika when I get to school. I made my way back downstairs where he was waiting. He almost said something smart to me but decided against it when he saw me coming. He handed me my book bag and continued walking out the door. You should've seen me carrying this damn book bag. You would've thought I was paranoid or something but how much I shifted it from shoulder to shoulder. "Nigga stop being fucking weird and carry that shit the right way." ole boy said as we walked toward his car.

  Easy for him to say. He didn't get his ass beat like he stole something last night. Pussy ass nigga. Once he unlocked the doors, I took my rightful spot in the backseat of his funky ass car. The stench alone was enough to put me out my misery. When he was focused on the road, I popped two ibuprofen's in my mouth to help ease the pain. I managed to find some of these in the bathroom this morning but I wasn't telling him that shit. He's a cold snitch. Once we finally made it to my school. I was thanking God for allowing me to live through this funky ass journey. "Ayo, I'm not coming to get you later on so you gotta find your own way back." he yelled out the window. 

   I was actually glad he wasn't. Any longer in that car and I would've turned into Oscar the grouch. That was just like Bryheem though, you was lucky to even get a ride from any of his boys. Getting home though, that was your own issue. For me, it really wasn't an issue as I had Malika. She had no problems with taking me where I need to be. I nodded my head in understanding as he pulled off. Sighed and whimpering a bit, I made my way towards the buildings entrance. 

Meet Jaylen: 

We back with a new one! I'm excited. 

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Jaylen?

Bryheem?