Breeding Project – Recruiting – Angel Whore

Breeding Project – Recruiting – Angel Whore

Inside an apartment on the outskirts of town, a young woman sat huddled on a filthy couch listening to the rain batter windows. She kept her arms wrapped around herself as she shivered with memory of time gone by. Her name was Angel, and once upon a time, she had been someone else — someone with a life.

That was before the parties — before the drugs — before the abusive relationships — before she had sold her body to the unforgiving streets. Now, at just nineteen years old, Angel felt like little more than a ghost of her former self — hollowed out and broken by life — beyond repair.

She didn’t flinch when the front door burst open with a bang, admitting two burly men dripping wet from the torrential downpour. They were regulars at this point — both clients Gorgo’s — abusers who paid to use Angel’s body however they saw fit in exchange for heroine, a place to sleep, and enough food to keep her alive.

“Angel!” the taller one barked, his voice like gravel scraping against stone as he advanced on her. “Where’s my money you little whore?”

Angel cowered back into the cushions, her heart hammering in her chest as she tried to recall if there had been any cash laying around. She couldn’t remember — everything bled together into a hazy nightmare these days.

“I…I don’t know,” Angel whispered, shrinking back further. “Please, I swear I didn’t take it!”

The man’s face twisted into an ugly sneer of rage at her feeble protests and he lunged forward. Grabbing Angel by the hair he wrenched her upright with a painful cry. Tears sprang to her eyes but she dared not fight back. She knew she would receive even worse if she did.

“You lying little bitch,” he snarled. His breath reeked of whiskey and cigarettes as he continued berating Angel, “I’ll fucking kill you for this!”

The other man moved to stand behind Angel, his large hands gripping her shoulders, She shuddered in revulsion but remained silent.

“Hey now, no need for that,” he chided as his fingers dug into Angel’s flesh. “The whore just needs some incentive is all.”

Angel whimpered but made no further protest as the first man released her hair and backhanded her across the face with enough force to send her sprawling onto the coffee table amidst a shower of empty beer bottles and dried food scraps.

She tasted blood in her mouth but refused to cry out. Tears leaked down Angel’s cheeks as she curled into herself — her mind begging this nightmare to end even though she knew there was no waking up from a reality like hers.

The men where no longer paying attention to Angel — too focused on each other they argued over who would get the first go on her tonight. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to disappear into herself — imagining anyplace else but here, even though she knew it was pointless. This was her life now. This was all there ever would be for someone like Angel — a discarded toy, left behind by society, with no hope of reclaiming her stolen innocence.

Angel was resigned to submitting to whatever degradation was coming her way when an unfamiliar male voice cut through the din when the door slammed open once more. “Hey! Get your hands off her!”

Angel’s eyes flew open in startled disbelief at this unexpected interruption and found herself staring at a tall broad figure silhouetted in the doorway behind her attackers.