Live fast and party hard. Word she lived by. When she wasn't crawling in someone's bed for the night either high as a kite or drunk as a duck she was left to her own devices. Which mostly consisted of counting what cash she had and budgeting everything in her mind. She hardly ate in a healthy fashion yet how she managed to keep that body was surprising. Maybe it was genetics? Either way she was happy when she had enough money to score a good amount of the good shit.


Whipping out her phone she sent a text to her dealer asking if he was dry. With her luck he wasn't. They arranged a time and place to meet. That night she was at the Inn and having a drink. Her phone buzzed with a reminder. Putting on her coat she said her goodbyes as she said she had to see her doctor and left. She ignored any concerned or questioning looks. Keeping people at a distance is what she was good at. The fact that someone cared or look concerned bothered her.


Dressed for the night in a flattering short sleeved blue dress with a scoop neck, a high waisted skirt that went to her knees with a slit in the back, and black vinyl heels. The furred coat swallowed her but she didn't mind. They always met in a public and well lit place. The marketplace was mostly dead but there were still a few shops open and a few people shopping around. Frowning she checked her phone, "He should've been here already..."


"I'm right here." A voice behind her. Even before she could turn around she was hit and her world went black. When she came to she wasn't in the marketplace anymore. It was dark, cold, and smelled of old alcohol, cigarettes, and pot smoke. Cold...Why was she? Her coat had been taken. Great. She tried to move and found she could which was good. She wasn't tied down and aside from a few bumps and bruises she was okay. Her clothing was a bit torn and her hair a mess but she'd live. Those pretty blues widened in the dark, "Shit." Lifting up her skirt she reached between her legs and was relieved to find they had missed her phone.


Pulling it out of her garter belt she smiled as the screen lit up which confirmed the screen wasn't cracked and the battery wasn't dead. She made sure to immediately put her phone on silent as it was on vibrate before. She didn't know a lot of people. She hadn't been in Rhy'Din in long. So she contacted the one person who she thought she could help.


"Hey sry if im bothering u but i fuked up bad & im n big trouble idk where i am its dark & smells last thing i remember was dat i was n da marketplace pls pls pls help me!"


She hit send and then waited. Would he get her text? Would he respond?

She had to keep from pacing. Her heels would give her away. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she could see she was in a bedroom. It was small but had a bed, a windowed that was covered to block out the light, a dresser, and a night stand. Light filtered in through the cracks at the door. There was a door knob with an old fashioned keyhole above it. Quietly slipping out of her heels she walked across the floor and slowly tried the door knob. It was locked. But at least she tried. By that time her phone had lit up and she almost cried when he replied.


Moving to sit at the edge of the bed she made a few swipes before pulling up the text and began to send a message back. "OMFG thx for replying! I hear voices like dude's are laughing i think one of them may b the one who brought me here i think im n a bedroom b cuz theres a bed n stuff so i think im n a house."


She sent the message and held her breath as she waited for a reply. Then additionally she forwarded the message of where she was supposed to meet up with her dealer. She hoped it would help.

The noises outside of the room got louder. Slurred speech and angry tones told her they were drunk and probably high. This would either help or hinder her. Her phone lit up with the text. Quickly she read it over then hit the button so the screen went black. Getting up from the bed she headed for the window.


Pulling aside the curtains revealed the window had been boarded up. A sigh as those pretty blues squinted and she tried to peek out between the boards. Nothing but darkness. Looking away she illuminate the screen on her phone. There were a couple other doors. One revealed to be a closet. The other a bathroom.


Her heart pounded in her throat. Could this be the way out? Not daring to turn on any lights she used the glow of her phone to look around. There...Above the bathtub was a window. Even better it wasn't boarded up and seemed to be the right size. Carefully she climbed into the tub and looked out of the window. She was in a neighborhood that was for sure.


She sure as Hell wasn't sticking around. Lighting up her phone she sent another text, "i found a window im getting out of here when i get far enough away ill call u"


Moving back into the bedroom she gathered her heels. Her coat was no where to be seen. And it was cold. But she wasn't staying here. Slipping the phone back in its hiding spot in her garter she slowly cracked open the window and tossed her heels out. She grimaced as they hit the side of the house. But her captors didn't seem to notice. A sigh of relief she opened the window all the way. Hoisting herself up she began to crawl through the window.


"Hey baby you ready for a good-What the fuck!?" She hadn't heard the door open. Panic seized her as she scrambled out of the window. Falling to the ground with a grunt. At least with the grass it hadn't been that bad. Getting to her feet she found her heels and pulled them on. Not even staying to say goodbye she began to run down the street. Heels echoing off of the cobblestone.


As she got to the end she only stopped long enough to grab her phone. Catching her breath for a moment before she heard voices. A glance over her shoulder told her it was her dealer and a few men, "Shit!"


Scrambling she turned right and began running down the next street. She didn't stop until she saw the city lights of the Marketplace. Pressing and holding the 2 it began to dial Dante's number. She held the phone to her ear as she ran. She could hear them behind her. They were closing in, "Fuck fuck fuck! Pick up Dante!" She panted as fear gripped her.

"F*ck!" She said that a lot when she was distressed it seemed. When those blues landed on him she smiled. If he hadn't told her to hit the ground she would have thrown herself in his arms. Close enough to him she hit the disconnect call button and hit the ground. Body pressed tightly against the street as she covered her head with her hands. She was shivering and cold but she felt like she was going to make it out alive.


There were five of them. One was her dealer and the others his lackeys. To say their intentions for her were less than pure was an understatement. A couple of them had guns and the others were going to brawl with their fists. As Dante started firing they did as well. The three without guns would take cover behind those that were shooting or behind whatever they could. They would fan out to the sides and try to move in closer.


Her heart pounding her eyes squinted close as she heard the shots. She didn't want this. This was so not how she had seen her evening going.