I groaned as I tried to roll over and jolted awake in pain, I looked around me.

I was still in that maniac's house it wasn't a nightmare. It was all real.

I closed my eyes tight and bit my lip.

I need to get out of here, what he did to that woman... For him to be sick enough to film it and keep the tape too... what the hell.

I looked to my left and saw him sleeping peacefully next to me. I moved myself up gently and tried to walk away but the chain was still clipped to the bed and rattled when I stood up. I felt my body pulled back and I was facing him, he looked me directly in the eye.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked irritated, with a scratchy tired voice.

"I have to pee is all, I swear," I said shyly.

"Oh," he chuckled, "why didn't you just say so?" he said with a smile. He stood up and directed me to the bathroom and I got inside and was able to do my business. He cracked the door and watched me. "I just want to make sure you don't try anything."

"O-Okay..." I said and did my business as fast as I could.

I can't believe he's actually watching me. Thankfully he's not staring but still.

I washed my hands quickly and walked back towards him and he smiled at me. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me and started humming in my ear. "Uh... Trevor..."

"I'm so glad you no longer call me Mr. Clown, yes my darling?" he asked.

"What do you usually do... like, to-to people you love?" I asked.

"You mean sexually? I please them and tease them. And affectionately? I treat them amazingly, you're my precious prince, and whatever you desire, I'll give you," he leaned into my face, "whatever you want." He winked.

"Ah-ah... uhm... W-what time is it?" I asked.

He looked at his watch, "it's only 11 in the morning, why?"

"Oh I'm just c-curious is all," I said with slight shake in my voice.

"Hmm.." he shoved me down on the bed and sat on top of me. I gasped and then I looked down his his body, He was covered in tattoos, he was more muscular than I would've thought. He was wearing only boxers and I noticed so was I. I gulped and he chuckled, "I have a lot of errands to do today," he pinned my arms back and ran his other hand down my chest, giving me goosebumps. "I'll bring you with me if you promise to behave, we won't be going into the city though so don't hope big on that little boy."

"Yes-yes I'll behave..." I said nervously.

Where could he be going? What does this guy do for a living?

He got up and handcuffed me to the bed post and walked to his closet. I looked out the window and saw it was bright out, he said it was 11am but I don't exactly trust this guy to be honest.

I felt clothes hit me and I looked at him and down at them he uncuffed me so I could dress. It was a black button down shirt and black pants. He gave me my boots and grabbed the cuff. "This is like your leash, if you try to leave your leash, you will be beaten like a bad little dog," he said with a smirk and chuckled down at me. He grabbed my face and squished my cheeks in, "so cute," then he shoved my face away. He grabbed a gun and a few knives, some cash, and two flip phones. "I would give you a weapon or a phone but I know the probability of you stabbing me or calling 911 is quite high."

I giggled at that a bit. He looked back at me with a glare, "sorry, I thought what you said was funny." I said extremely nervously, I backed away from him slightly.

He smirked, "you're just so adorable when you're nervous." He stepped towards me and grabbed my face again, then turned us around and pinned me to the closet door.

"I-I'm not nervous!" I protested and clenched my hands.

He laughed, "oh yeah?" then he pressed his hips against mine and bit my bottom lip and pulled. I closed my eyes softly and let my panting out. "So cute," he whispered against my lips. He moved his hand to my throat and squeezed slightly. I let out a gasp and looked at him, and he chuckled, "alright cupcake let's head out."

I nodded and put my blushing face down. He held onto my chain and walked out of his bedroom. He picked up his clown mask and an empty bag. We left the house and I saw there was a pickup truck there already waiting for us. He jumped in the front seat and I jumped in the back seat until he yanked me out of the seat and pulled me to the front.

"You sit at my feet," he demanded and I sat at his feet. He leaned down and whispered, "I love how tiny you are you fit so easily down there." I rolled my eyes to myself.

Of course you do because you're a dick...

"Alright boss we're gonna be heading to Arcadia Ave soon, but uhhh," Oliver stopped and looked down at me. I met his eyes and Trevor leaned his head over to listen, and I could barely make out, "we gotta pass through the city though cause of construction on the main road right now."

Trevor groaned and threw his head back in annoyance. He put his hand on my head and gripped my hair slightly, and pulled. I brought myself up to him, "you try literally anything, and I will sell your organs, got it?"

I nodded my head yes, "y-yes."

"Yes what?" He pulled my hair and growled.

"Yes sir," I squealed out and he released his grip on my hair and I dropped to his feet.

I completely believe he would do that so I'll behave...

The car backed out and they were discussing business. I noticed we were in the city already and I peaked my head slightly and looked at the morning people walking around in suits, some were laughing together and some were smoking cigarettes. Trevor put his hand on my head and gently pushed my head down and I sat back down. I looked up at him and he looked down at me with a blank stare. Maybe he could tell I was just trying to get a peak. I played with my thumbs.

We finally passed through. Trevor handed me a bunny mask and put his clown mask on, "put it on." I did as told and when we stopped the driver put on his mask. When we got out of the truck he cuffed me to his leather belt. I felt ridiculous these guys have scary clown masks and I'm here in a cutesy bunny mask and I am to a persons

I mean fuck them for kidnapping me in the first place but SERIOUSLY fuck them for the bunny mask too. This is just degrading.

We walked up to a warehouse and there were a few people in there.

"Yo Trevor who the fuck is this?" The leader in a black mask, I assumed he was the leader anyways, shouted at us walking in. I kept my head down and tried not to stare at him too much.

"Chill out, he's just my bitch he's not even allowed to leave my side, let alone speak to people outside of our group," Trevor barked back.

Ugh wow seriously...

He slapped what looked like 1,000 dollars on the table, "weekly supply as usual." He said nonchalant.

I know I've earned a lot in the past two times I worked with Alec but I'm still getting used to being around lots of money.

"Of course," the guy picked up a box labeled "for Clown Man"

Trevor opened it up and looked around, "alright looks good, thank you." He shook hands with the guy, then handed me the box. We got a few more boxes labeled "for Clown Man" Trevor and the guys waved off and we stepped out. When we left we had another few stops to make.

I was left in the car for a few of them, I was handcuffed to the truck and I sighed. "They're gonna cuff me to the car every time or something?"

"Hey there sweetheart," a voice said my body went cold and I looked and saw a creepy older man.

"U-uhm," I said and scooted away.

"Oh, don't be rude," the guy said and pushed his hand through the window.

"Hey!" I yelled and got ready to kick him. "Go-go away!" The man didn't say anything he was just trying to get his arm in. He almost did and I was about to kick until the man was pulled away from the window by Trevor. Trevor pulled out his gun and shot the man in the head. I gasped and looked at Trevor terrified.

He opened the door and hugged me, "are you alright? I have no idea who that guy is, I've never seen him before," he said and rubbed my head. "I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt you." He kissed my forehead and had me look up at him. Tears burned my eyes.

I was so shocked and scared I didn't know whether to thank Trevor or be more sacred of him.

"T-thank you..." I said shyly and he hugged me tighter and comforted me more.

The other guys came back to the truck, "what happened to bunny boy?" Oliver asked.

"Some creep was trying to get in and hurt him," Trevor explained, "he's on the side here." They both walked around and looked at the body.

"Ew this guy is nasty looking," Richard said.

Oliver pulled out his phone and took pictures of him, rolled him over and took more pictures. Then he looted him for his phone, wallet, and keys.

"Let's see if this guy is a Good Samaritan or not," Oliver chuckled. He looked up his name on the criminal directory. "Oh man, turns out he's a pedophile." He looked down at the man, we all did.

"I love killing pedophiles," Trevor said and hugged me again and sighed happily.

I... I couldn't exactly be angry could I? I felt so bad this man was dead but his record has so many pedophile charges... he was in jail for so long because of things he did.

"Let's get rid of the body," Richard said and they loaded him in the trunk and covered his body with a tarp.

We drove across the city again to the bay and got to the docks. Trevor held my hand as we walked with them. The clowns carried the bodybag and when we got to the end of the pier, they all lit cigarettes. Trevor handed me one and I looked at it.

Fuck it.

I took a puff and watched as they kicked his body over the edge and watched as it splashed into the water and watched it sink.

I feel sick. I can't do this, this is awful. Am I really justifying murder?!

I grabbed my stomach and Trevor held onto me and pulled me away from the edge quickly, "I don't want you going in." He carried me back to the truck with one arm and we drove off.

One guy's house was by this lake seemingly out in the middle of nowhere. I looked at the lake and shook slightly, the water looked the exact same as the ocean with the moonlight shining on it. It gave me chills, I shook my head of those thoughts and walked with Trevor.

This area... I didn't even know it existed and I've lived in this city since birth.

I watched them all day hand out drugs to people and people hand them giant wads of cash, definitely more than what they paid for originally.

This is insane. This is what he does for a living... I guess he also sells organs from people that he murders sometimes.

I got a gross feeling in my stomach from thinking of that.

———

I was resting my head in Trevor's lap when I was woken up by Oliver yelling, "MOTHER FUCKER!"

Trevor seemed to be sleeping too because he was just as confused as I was. I looked at him and then Oliver and saw flashing police lights in the windows. Trevor noticed the lights, "shit." He said.

"Are you running them? Or pulling over?" Richard asked in the backseat.

"We have pounds and pounds of drugs sitting in Marti's lap, no I'm not fucking pulling over," Oliver immediately started speeding away. He jumped on the interstate and drove almost to the next city. We finally lost the cop after about 30 minutes and thankfully didn't get anymore that tried to chase us. We had to go through the city again to get back but we went down back roads to hide.

I watched all the city lights pass by and sighed.

Is anyone even looking for me? This is all so intense I'm not sure what emotion I'm supposed to feel. I'm only 18 and my life is completely flipped upside down. It could be over very soon.

"Hey cupcake," Trevor said. I looked up at him, "we got one more stop, then we are home free."

I nodded and looked down at the box. He handed me my mask and I slipped it on, we arrived at another warehouse, filled with tables. I noticed the tables had silver bowls on them, filled with powder then smaller bowls on the side. "You know how to cut?" Trevor asked me.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Well you're helping us cut tonight," he sat down and I sat next to him. I pulled at my cuffs and looked at him. He looked down, "oh right," he groaned, "whatever just sit here then."

"So why are we wearing the masks in here?" I asked him since it was just our group in here.

"In case cops bust in, we can run and they won't see our faces," he said and poured a bowl into another one.

"Oh that's smart..." I said.

———

After about an hour it was all done and packed in the truck and we were driving out. He kept some drugs for himself and told me we were having fun tonight.

I am not looking forward to this.

We're finally at his house of horrors and everyone comes inside, his guys start mixing drinks, rolling blunts, and making lines. I sat in the chair I was cuffed to and watched the tv that was there. The Simpsons were on but the volume was all the way down, subtitles were on at least. Trevor got in my face and blew smoke into my face, he put his blunt to my mouth, "suck on it," he whispered.

I took a hit and closed my eyes, exhaling it slowly. He pressed his lips against mine and made out with me a bit. I could feel my face getting hot because I know there's other people who can see us. I peak open my eye and see no one is even looking, they're all playing pool and smoking blunts or cigarettes.

He put the blunt to my mouth again, I took another hit. He kissed me again, "you want a line?"

"I don't do coke," I said and coughed a bit.

"Well you're going to tonight," he chuckled and uncuffed me and pulled me to sit next to the lines and him, the couch was old and worn in the cushions squished us together. He took two lines quickly, then he ran his hand up my back and into my hair and gripped my hair. I tried to keep my head back. "If you don't take a line I'm gonna slam your face into a bowl of cocaine and make you breathe it." He threatened. I stopped fighting and put my head down. I picked up the straw and took a small line, I immediately jumped back and shut my eyes tight.

"What the..." my nostril numbed out and I could feel mucus going down my throat. I started coughing and he handed me a cup, I took a sip and coughed again, straight patron.

Amazing idea. I feel so rehydrated Trevor.

He started kissing my neck and sucking on it, "follow me." He took two lines again and got up, he grabbed two other blunts and took a hit of his already lit one. I stumbled up and I followed him to the room and sat on the bed. "I'll see you guys later, good run today."

"Thanks, have fun." They said and laughed a bit, they turned up their music a bit and Trevor closed his door and turned to me.

He gave me a wicked smirk, shoved me down on the bed and whispered, "you're lucky I'm tired or I would've ravaged you, maybe in the morning." He cuffed me to the bed and turned on his tv to adult swim. He passed me the blunt and I took another hit. I got comfy and started to doze off.