03 – Maman Knows Best

I stare at him in mortification. The first time he touched me, I felt my skin crawl. With the hissed threat, I freeze. I cannot fathom what he wants until I

02 – The Devil Is In The Details

The week-long trip from Kansas City to the Southside stop in Brooklyn, had been the longest week of my life. I had it mapped perfectly. I would arrive, get a

01 – Why Am I Dressed Like This?

The door hisses open to the VIP club room. I pause and take stock of my surroundings. There are the mirrors on the black marble floor, with deep red velvety