Bad Taste (Micah )
Posted: 19 Feb 2015, 03:29
Bia was the bosses girl, the home girl , the one that stood by the boos as a trophy. Bia had only one job, sit still , nod her head and give him a kiss whenever he tilted his cheek. Bia idly sat on a stool near the local bar they gang hung at. The boss was late , but Bia didn't care. Finally she had time alone to think about her life , how screwed up it was. Bia never really regretted much, but leaving her family was probably the biggest one. "Hey Bia wheres the boss?" Bia shrugged her shoulder as she pushed her hair behind her ear, the pierced earrings that neatly shined down the rim of her ear spoke loudly about her personality. "Bia use words." Bia downed her drink as she asked the barkeep for another. "He's a bit late I guess, I don't know where he is. He doesn't tell me anything."The lackey hissed as he grabbed his coat before walking out the door. The barkeep gave Bia a sympathetic smile , but gave him a tired glare. She didn't need his sympathy, nor did she need to answer the Lackey of a man who hides behind metal walls and flooding sewers.
"BIA." Bia's shoulders shot up as she turned around on her stool. Smiling sheepishly she got up from the chair to walk over to her little boy of a boss. Ripped jeans and a loose white shirt, Bia was labeled the hottest home girl in the street. Her black faded tennis shoes and faded silver rings were the new yet cheap fab. "Welcome home dear" she recited with such love. He smiled like he always did, hugged her like he always did and with a good crisp slap on the ***, winked and shooed her away. Bia went back over toward the barkeep to grab her glass before she joined him on the tattered couch. Wrapping her arms around his shoulder she kissed him on the just the way he liked. "Thanks babe."
All was set in stone, the guy that dealt the drugs had came in a little late than normal with two black bags instead of three. Bia frowned as she placed her cup down. "Why do I only see three." He said with a little anger in his voice. Bia knew what this meant, and sad to say it didn't end with him walking out. The man before them stumbled over his words like a child tripping over logs. The boss wasn't happy , so he asked his little Lackeys what he should do with him. Clearly the question wasn't meant to be answered, so they all replied with its your choice boss. Just like routine he had asked me ,but why did I answer. "I think you should let him go, give him a few scars, cut off a few fingers ....then send him back out." The lackeys all stared at me like I had lost my mind, the boss though...his stare.
The boss had quickly grabbed Bia's cheeks before letting her go, shooing her off into their bedroom. Bia got up as she clenched the loose shirt in her hands. Damnit she thought. The on time of flawless acting and here she had fucked up and made a mistake. Bia quickly walked into their room, shutting the door behind her. Sweating like mad Bia bit her fingers and thought of ways to escape. From outside she hard the screams of the poor boy and the lackeys who were all laughing as they kicked and shot. A few minutes after he boss had came in with the gun he used. "Bia tell me why did I choose you?" Bia looked up from the numbed nails that she created. "I wasn't like others. I denied being ordinary." The boss nodded his head as he walked over, sliding his fingers on her shoulders. "That comment made you very ordinary." Bia hissed inside as she thought, having an opinion and voice is was far from ordinary, hiding it was ordinary.
Bia winced as he pulled at her hair, dragging her out the room and outside the hangout. "I wish you hadn't done that." Bia began to cry as she moved and squirmed around. The boss walked over toward the back of the alley way to open up a sewer door. Tossing her in Bia landed roughly on her side, her ankle twisting from the curb down below. One by one the boss and lackeys jumped down. "It was nice having you though." One by one the lackeys slit her body. One for the shoulder, one for the leg, one for the midsection and one for the forehead. The boss wasn't done though. Once again he grabbed her by the hair and had drug her down the sewer, Bia nearly chocking on the foul water she was drowning in.
"BIA." Bia's shoulders shot up as she turned around on her stool. Smiling sheepishly she got up from the chair to walk over to her little boy of a boss. Ripped jeans and a loose white shirt, Bia was labeled the hottest home girl in the street. Her black faded tennis shoes and faded silver rings were the new yet cheap fab. "Welcome home dear" she recited with such love. He smiled like he always did, hugged her like he always did and with a good crisp slap on the ***, winked and shooed her away. Bia went back over toward the barkeep to grab her glass before she joined him on the tattered couch. Wrapping her arms around his shoulder she kissed him on the just the way he liked. "Thanks babe."
All was set in stone, the guy that dealt the drugs had came in a little late than normal with two black bags instead of three. Bia frowned as she placed her cup down. "Why do I only see three." He said with a little anger in his voice. Bia knew what this meant, and sad to say it didn't end with him walking out. The man before them stumbled over his words like a child tripping over logs. The boss wasn't happy , so he asked his little Lackeys what he should do with him. Clearly the question wasn't meant to be answered, so they all replied with its your choice boss. Just like routine he had asked me ,but why did I answer. "I think you should let him go, give him a few scars, cut off a few fingers ....then send him back out." The lackeys all stared at me like I had lost my mind, the boss though...his stare.
The boss had quickly grabbed Bia's cheeks before letting her go, shooing her off into their bedroom. Bia got up as she clenched the loose shirt in her hands. Damnit she thought. The on time of flawless acting and here she had fucked up and made a mistake. Bia quickly walked into their room, shutting the door behind her. Sweating like mad Bia bit her fingers and thought of ways to escape. From outside she hard the screams of the poor boy and the lackeys who were all laughing as they kicked and shot. A few minutes after he boss had came in with the gun he used. "Bia tell me why did I choose you?" Bia looked up from the numbed nails that she created. "I wasn't like others. I denied being ordinary." The boss nodded his head as he walked over, sliding his fingers on her shoulders. "That comment made you very ordinary." Bia hissed inside as she thought, having an opinion and voice is was far from ordinary, hiding it was ordinary.
Bia winced as he pulled at her hair, dragging her out the room and outside the hangout. "I wish you hadn't done that." Bia began to cry as she moved and squirmed around. The boss walked over toward the back of the alley way to open up a sewer door. Tossing her in Bia landed roughly on her side, her ankle twisting from the curb down below. One by one the boss and lackeys jumped down. "It was nice having you though." One by one the lackeys slit her body. One for the shoulder, one for the leg, one for the midsection and one for the forehead. The boss wasn't done though. Once again he grabbed her by the hair and had drug her down the sewer, Bia nearly chocking on the foul water she was drowning in.