BAD COMPANY

[DOMINIQUE CARA BEANA]

the days were starting to blend together, since she was taken off the streets of Miami. she was unaware of the location that these ratchet people had the nerve to bring her, on the simple fact that they had been keeping her in the basement using her as an object to whatever they saw fit. her arms felt like it was going to fall of due to the fact that they hadn't moved in quite some time. a soft breathe escaped her lips, as she continued to stress out about her sweet baby girl that she would hope that Sidney was able to do what she asked on top of whatever her captors demands were. she softly tossed her head back against the hard wooden wall, while trying to ignore the fact that she was partial in the buff. her bikinni panties were black as night, while the bra that was squeezing her beloved jugs to her chest was white bra that some of her flesh was being squeezed out. she was uncomfortable, but she could completely handle this. she could deal with being a sex object, but she couldn't handle the thought of her daughter being in a difficult situation. she ran her fingers against the surface of the wood, while trying to use what's left of her imagination to think that her daughter was safe with the guy that she was forced to trust with her child. she hadn't realized that she dozed off for a split second, when she felt something scarp enter her arm and was forced to drift into a deep sleep. she barely felt the sense of release of her bindings escape from her arms and legs, and felt something slip of her head and something on her waist, but her legs were still frigid. later she would find out that she was wearing a red and black plaid mini skirt and a slim tight band shirt for a band that she didn't have a taste for. words were being spoken, while she couldn't really focus on what was being said and soon, she was pushed towards opposite direction of what used to be her possessers. she had only hoped that she was around sidney now, and could finally feel the warmth of his touch, once again. she was terrified to be reunited with shane, as she hasn't been able to sell her body for the past two and half weeks. either she was going to die, or be punished in other ways, and there was the fact that her daughter didn't have any other relative alive... other than her son of a bitch father that wants nothing to do with her. a soft smile touched her lips for a moment, when she felt the blind fond being lefted and watched him start untying the robe around her hands and neck. "hey, Sidney.." she commented with a tired rapsety voice. her through was dry and she could feel her stomach rumbling. "i can't tell you how happy i am to see a friendly face." she whispered, almost in disbelief that she could feel this way.

[SIDNEY TANNER LAWSON]

when he had first gotten wind of what had happened to dominique, sidney had nearly exploded. through the time she had been gone, he had made sure to take care of destiny, the sweet little girl that reminded him of her in so many ways but he felt so unfit to care for. he felt responsible, felt like it fell upon him to make sure she was okay until he could do whatever it took to get dominique out of the situation she had been thrown into. manipulating the young man had been a lot easier than he would've liked, and it made him realized a lot of things he wish he could continue to ignore, but the only thing he could think about was the sassy prostitute that was laying in some godforsaken shit hole. he sat outside, a cigarette in between the white line that was his lips. his hazy eyes glared through the smoke that rose from the end of the burning stick. his phone chimed, snapping him back into reality, and he pulled it out of his pocket. anonymous sender, which meant one thing: dominique's captors. he could barely believe the words on the screen. two and a half weeks of doing whatever she needed and what these assholes demanded... and she was free. his throat was tight, and he didn't realize his hand was curled into a tight fist around the chair's arm, but he wasn't sure what to feel. all he knew was that it was time to go to domie's rescue. she needed him and, honestly, he needed to see her and know they weren't just handing over a dead body. sidney sat in his car, parked in the place he was told to meet them. too far from cities, too far from towns... it was nothing that could help him find out who these assholes were so he could get the revenge he wanted. finally, an unmarked car with tinted windows pulled up and parked. he slid out of the car and slowly walked out as they did the same. masked, of course. but sure enough, dominique beana was with them, clothed outside her usual taste, blindfolded, and her wrists tied. he sneered as his glance turned to her possessors. "i have the feeling you're going to ask me for one last ugly favor." he crossed his arms and stared them down. it was taking ever ounce in him not to go pummel these idiots, but domie's life was in their hands... for now. "no, no more favors or demands. we're done, we had our fun. take it home." sid grit his teeth at the way the spoke about her, but let it go once they pushed her toward him. he caught her and barely paid attention as the captors left; his only concern was freeing her from her restraints. he gently pulled off her blind fold and his hands went to the ropes binding her arms. her voice made his eyes lift from the knots to meet hers. they fell back down to the knots as he untied them and he sighed. "are you okay?" he wanted to make sure he wasn't going to completely castrate, torture, then slowly kill the low-lifes that had done this to her. he needed her to be okay. and he was going to do whatever he had to in order to make sure she only improved from here.

tagg: marie w/ domie ✖ words: so many ✖ notes: sidomie<3

[DOMINIQUE CARA BEANA]

thankful that sidney had taken care of her beautiful daughter, when she was unable to take on her mother responsibility. she was aware that her employer would have more important things to do, and she would rather him not be around her daughter to influence anything negative. there was also destiny's biological father that she would have rather allow her employer take care of her, than allow him rights to see her when he only wants her to make dominique squrim. she was miserable at the tortured from her captors that seemed to get rather of a thrill that she was a prostitute that frequently allowed the same man to descend in her bed chambers. seeing the familiar rugged look that has caused her great amounts of pleasure and to successfully satisfy her needs, and it caused to slowly allow herself to relax. she was in desperate need of a massage from being stressed out in her pardicumant. she felt the ropes relinquish her, while her eyes were looking up at his face and figured it was from him. she felt like she was in his debt, that she would never be able to repay him. "i'm okay." she responded, while softly nibbling her bottom lip. her hands were softly shaking as she was absolutely terrified that they were going to come back, and possibly take her daughter the next time instead. "can we go home?" she asked, her hands were still softly shaking making her feel like she was vulnerable and she wasn't too thrilled to be in this particular situation. she didn't really know what else to say, all the wanted to do was to curl up next to him and her daughter, the other part wanted to show him how much she appreciated him being there for her daughter, destiny. "how's she been doing?" she asked, softly almost timid to know the answer, it was a cruel thing for her to have done for her daughter. she had ran away at a young age, and was drafted into the crude business that she couldn't see herself drifting away from it. when they had gotten to his place where he had been keeping destiny, she went to the bathroom to take a shower to wash off the grit and grim that had been there for what felt like ages. it felt so nice to be able to be clean, once she was able to step out of the shower and every noise the floors or walls made, caused her to flinch. she was far from over what happened to her, because of some drug thing that sidney was attached too. she slipped on her underwear followed by a pair of pj pants that seemed to be baggy on her and one of sidney's band shirts. she ran a hand through her damp hair, before walking out the bathroom and noticed that her daughter had awoken up from her nap. she had enough time to sit down beside sidney, before destiny was crawling in her lap to cling to her, she wrapped her arms around her daughter and still hadn't let out the tears out because she wanted to be strong for des. "i'm sorry, little one." she found herself saying to des, who seemed to instantly forgive her absence. she leaned back against him, laying her head on his shoulder, and looked up at him placing a soft kiss on his lips, "thank you." she whispered. could it be possible that all this opened her up enough to allow her to feel, or maybe it's just the hero effect.