All Night

Princess

“You only have to follow him into a building and make it look like you're going on a normal date with him and he knows exactly where he has to touch you. Means you don't have to do anything at all.” he explains and I raise my eyebrows.

“H-he's going to touch me?” I stutter. 

It’s something else when he touches me and when some stranger touches me. I don't know who I'm meeting yet but I don't want a random guy to touch me anywhere.

“Can't I just give it to him? And why can't I just carry it in a bag or something?” I ask, hoping he'll just say yes. “Depends on him and it's not that easy you idiot.” he answers and I swallow...

“Why do I have to do that?” I frown. I’m mad because these grown men can’t handle things like these. They’re strong enough to kidnap girls but not enough to deal some drugs... “Because it would be too obvious if I would go and you’re way prettier.” he answers. It’s all about the marketing. Obviously it's really not that easy…

I'm still standing between his legs…

“But there's nobody out there at this time anyway!” I say, feeling my heart still racing. I don't want to do this job. Can't he give me something easier? I'm too nervous and shaky for this. What if I let one of the bags fall or if anybody catches me or I meet the wrong person or anything else happens?

“That's what you think. It's filled with people like us. Mostly our people so nothing will happen to you.” he says and I look down. I’m upset and scared. He lifts my chin with his fingers.

“Be careful… Don't let any of them fall and stay calm.” he sounds so calm and soft that I really don’t feel that anxious anymore. And for a moment I thought he would actually care about me but he's only caring about the drugs.

What I'm doing is stupid and dangerous but I know what happens when I resist so I nod.

“Good Girl.” he says with a raspy voice and I almost gasp because of the chaos it causes in my body. “If this goes well then we'll find ways to get more on your body.” he says, looking at my body, as if he has to do that to think about it better.

Then he stands up and his body grinds on mine because I wasn't ready for it and couldn’t back off in time. I swallow and step away. He puts the other packs away and we walk down together. I make sure that I don't lose any of them by walking carefully.

We stop in front of two buildings. I can already see the guy waiting In the alley between the buildings. He's wearing a black suit and is smoking... Already waiting for me. I notice the tattoo on his neck. It has no deeper meaning, it’s just the first thing I noticed on him. 

I take a deep breath and notice how much I'm shaking. “I don't want him to touch me.” I say out of nowhere. The words just roll off my tongue without any warning. Red hood looks at me. “Don't you dare to ruin this.” he says and clenches his jaw. I prefer his calm and soft voice. 

I get myself back together and nod.

I get off the car and walk towards the man. He throws his cigarette away and smiles, as soon as he sees me. He reaches out for my hand and I hold it because I have to. I can't get nervous now or show him how close I am to run away.

Toni

I bite my thumb while watching them. I'm praying that she won't mess this up because if she does, we’ll lose an important costumer. Actually I know she won't mess it up because she's too afraid that we'll hurt her family but she's new to this and even small mistakes could ruin everything... 

I watch them enter the building.

Lucille

He looks down at me. He’s a douchebag. 

“The prettiest yet.” he is impressed. I’m shy and can’t get a word out, even though I know I should smile and thank him but it's way better than robbing an old man. I feel my stomach hurting when I think about it.

“You're a little shy aren't you?” he asks, wrapping his arm around my waist. I need to hold my tears back. I can't ruin this. It's easy. Everything will be fine.

Red hood told me that I shouldn't talk. I just nod but what if he does something that he shouldn't do? I mean wouldn’t he even care about that at least?

He laughs. “Good, I won't be a douchebag. Just hand me them.” he laughs. I can't believe my ears. What did he just say? Did he say I can give them to him by myself and he doesn't need to touch me? 

I exhale in relief and hand them to him as fast as I can. He must be an angel from hell.

Toni

After five minutes she comes back. I clench my jaw. That was fast. Way too fast.

If she ruined it or made him leave or anything similar to that, I won't be able to keep my s**t together... I start driving when she gets in, to get away from here, as fast as I can.

She hands me the envelope with the money. I whistle when I see how much it actually is and put it away. I’m impressed. Seems like everything worked out perfectly. I need to know what happened.

“Any problems?” I ask and she shakes her head. “He didn't even touch me.” she says and I look at her, with my dropped jaw. I can’t hide my confusion. “Wait, what does that mean?” if she really told him to not touch her, then I’ll lose my mind.She can't make decisions on her own here. 

“He told me to hand it to him because thought I was shy.” she says, really being shy. I run my hand over my face. “At least you didn't ruin anything. That means we can keep going.” I say smiling. This I working out better than I thought.

Lucille

“You did a great job, again. You're born for this, princess.” he says, with a smirk that’s not like the others. I clench my jaw. I hate it when he calls me princess. It wasn't bothering me before because I didn’t mind it but now I do. I can't tell him what to do but I need to do at least something.

“Please don't call me princess.” I say, looking at my hands, hoping he won't get mad at this because I don’t want him to get mad. I only want him to stop. I know I shouldn't talk too much and say things like these because he's the one telling me what to do but at least I asked politely... 

He raises a brow at me. A mad brow. 

“Why? You are a princess.” he knows I'm getting angry. He's doing it on purpose. He’s provoking me. “Because I'm not!” I snap at him, a little louder than I wanted to. He slams the breaks, on the middle of the street that is empty. My heart stops with the car.

“Don't raise you voice at me.” he says and I can see how he's trying to stay calm. I bet he’s close to murder me. The way he looks at me tells me that but this time I won't shut up because it's making me freak out. Keeping it inside is going to make me explode one day.

“Then shut up.” I say and regret it. 

He gets off the car and so do I because I automatically follow every step of hi.

“What did you say? Did you just tell me what to do?” he sounds insane while he approaches me. My heart starts racing.

“Just don't call me Princess. Call me anything but not princess!” I clench my fists. He raises both of his brows now and comes even closer. “Why? Aren't you a perfect princess who gets whatever that she wants? Who everyone is jealous of?” he asks. His voice is getting deeper and scarier with every word but he has no idea that he poured salt into my wounds. Apparently that’s how everybody sees me.

I shake my head and take a few steps back... “I'm not.” I say, starting to breathe faster. “You're the perfect princess that never curses, never does anything wrong, is loved by everybody, always gives her best… the innocent, cute princess…” he insists and it feels like he is insulting me, although his words aren’t negative. That’s a skill that he has. He can make everything negative and I know that he’s messing with me. I know he's going to beat me up in a few seconds if I say another word. 

I swallow the words that I was going to say because I know he's right. That's exactly why I hate it and why he makes me so angry. I hate that people are jealous of me or see me as perfect. I don't even want to be myself anymore. Nobody can deal with me and that's not even my fault. I don't go to parties, I don’t do stupid stuff, I don’t date every second boy I meet like everybody else does and they hate that. They hate that I don’t socialize because I feel well in my comfort zone. Bad people like him hate me for that and want to see me fall. That’s why he enjoys seeing me here. 

I'm not perfect and I'm not innocent but I'm okay like this and he's trying to make me feel bad about it just like everybody else.

“But let me tell you something...” his voice is even deeper now. “You're an innocent coward.. you're too weak and too afraid to even breathe too loud. A little crybaby that won't make it alone in this world. People like you don’t make it out here. Without me you would’ve been dead by now.” his words are hurting me. He knows that. My soul is burning and he wants more. 

I bump into a wall and realize that he was walking towards me and that I was backing off all the time. He keeps coming closer but I don’t have any space left.

“You're a weak little girl who is afraid of every single s**t. Even your own shadow scares you. You won't take risks or fight for anything you want.”

I can feel my tears coming. 

He doesn't know me a bit. How can he talk like this? 

“You're not like the other girls. You're not as brave as them. That's probably why you never had a boyfriend and still are a virgin. You think you are better than the other ones if you save yourself for the right one but you're not. You’re just boring. look at what guys like me can make you do.”

My heart hurts and my chin starts shaking. He’s saying things that are way out of pocket and have nothing to do with the actual subject because he wants to hurt me. He attacks me and uses everything I told him against me. He has a personal problem with me. 

A tear rolls down my cheek but I continue to look at him, with all the anger I have for him. He knows that I'm not satisfied with myself and he uses that because he knows I won’t deny it or fight back but he’s wrong. He wants me to be brave and bold?

I'll be the boldest person who he has ever met… 

“You don't even have the balls to say anything or yell at me.” he shakes his head. What made him so angry that he had to take it out on me Why does he want to hurt me and burn my soul with his words?

“I'm not weak and I'm not a coward.” I say, trying to point out the most important things that are running around in my head. I'll yell at him for the rest later.

“And I'm not a little girl!” I raise my voice, while another tear rolls down my cheek... I don't want him to know that the things he said hurt me more than anything else that somebody has ever said to me but I’m sure he already knows.

I feel so fragile right now. 

How can't he see how brave I am with doing all these things for him? He's just an unthankful piece of s**t.