"I don't give a fuck about you."When Alexandra stepped into the hallway of Dawn's house she knew something was wrong. She had walked to the front door... and knocked. She held her sword in her hand. When Dawn came to open Alexandra was surprised at how easily she accepted her story about the sword and why she was there. She should have understood something else was going on.Just as the door closed behind her she saw a tall man by the staircase to the second floor. She had time to wonder about who. “Yes I did sweetie! A man named Derek gave me another hundred.” “Damn!” He said surprised. “You’re just making my day even better girl!” The pimp led her to his room. His closet full of furs from mink, fox, to tanuki. “Pick a coat baby, I’ve been missing my favorite slut, and I want you to look nice as possible for me baby!” Joy walked into his closet and almost got lost in how many furs he had. She soon walked out with a floor length tanuki fur that was a couple sizes too big, a large silver. "Try to break free."She tugged against his iron grip to see if she could get loose, but he didn't budge an inch. She knew that no amount of kicking, screaming, or struggling would be enough for her to overpower him. Valerie was completely at his mercy."Are you going to hurt me?" she asked.Simon didn't respond for a few moments. He looked to be deep in thought as he lightly ran his free hand over her flank and under the back of her shirt, tracing his fingertips up and down the curve of her spine. Peter didn’t have nearly as much self-control as me, and marched right over to demand: “WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE LUPSON?”Ewan abandoned his radio call and stepped in to restrain Peter from behind, pulling him back a little.“I don’t know what you could possibly mean”, Lupson replied in a taunting tone. “Is something the matter?”I heard the pounding footsteps of two big guys in dark suits approaching between the dining tables as Ewan intervened, “In a few minutes time the police are going to.