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the house? What you talking about man?” the sex slave questioned.
    “How much did he pay?” Blaze directed his question towards Candy.
    Candy cried, shaking her head to indicate nothing. He hadn’t paid her not a damn dime. The dick was so damn good. If anything she should have been paying the young boy for slanging good wood her way.
    Blaze rushed over to Candy, coking her up by her frail neck.
    The dude picked up a liquor bottle and knocked Blaze over the head. BAM! The bottle shattered and glass scattered everywhere.
    Candy was the best lollipop licker that the young boy had experienced in quite some time. He didn’t mind putting up a fight for Candy.
    Blaze grabbed the back of his head and felt the blood leaking from it. Blaze was a pretty boy but wasn’t a sucker ass dude by far. He picked up a piece of the broken glass, “Uh! Uh!” he turned around jabbing the young boy in the face and stomach. Killing him was the only option he had. If he let the street thug live, he knew he would have to pay for it in the end.
    “You going to kill him, Daddy!” Candy cried out. She ran towards him trying to stop Blaze from stabbing the guy to death.
    Blaze felt offended. Candy, his bottom bitch, was taking up for another dude. Was she choosing dick over her number one priority, her daddy? “The dick is that good? Huh hoe?” Blaze backhanded Candy sending her crashing into the oak dresser drawer. Through squinted eyes Blazed stared Candy up and down. At that second he knew that she was no longer to be trusted. The hoe wasn't loyal. She was just like every other hoe; disloyal, not trustworthy or worthy at that.
    Candy let out a loud cry. Getting back on her feet she ran towards Blaze again.
    The boy toy screamed and hollered for his life. The little fight he was putting up was no match for the powerful stabs that Blaze was taking at him. With each stab, Blaze was slowly taking his life. Blaze felt that the pain the boy was enduring was nothing compared to his cold, broken heart.
    Out of all the many ass whippings that Candy had received for misbehaving you would have thought she’d learned by now. In the years she’d been with Blaze she’d gotten over three dudes killed and got herself hospitalized more times than you can count on your hand. Truth to be told, Candy actually got a kick out of seeing Blaze put in work over her. In her mind, she thought Blaze was actually killing for her. Those ass whippings didn't mean anything but that her daddy loved her more and more in her irrational eyes.
    The last thing a pimp wanted to see was his hoe choose dick over him; especially a dirty freak hoe that he had picked up off of the streets six years ago when she was selling her body for the exchange of weed and drinks. He’d taken Candy in and turned her into a bonafied hoe; a real go-getter. He turned her trashy ways into classy ways. He could put her to work on the track or even send the hoe to Europe with supreme clientele making as much as thousands of dollars a day off of her.
    After putting her through Blaze’s Hoe Camp, which he liked to call it, Candy was one of the best hoes to grace the blades. Didn’t none hoe on the stroll have shit on her.
    She was drop dead gorgeous, exotic, had class, and was filled with all types of freaky treats and tricks. She also had the gift of gab, which helped her turn regular dudes into tricks, who later became some of her most faithful customers. The johns only dated and paid her and her only. The devil was a damn liar if a man said he didn't pay for pussy. Candy always proved them otherwise.
    When Candy first met Blaze it was like the heaven gates had open up for her. He was handsome and had class and style. To top it all off he had a demanding attitude and money longer than she could even imagine. He’d been standing on the hoe stroll pimping on hoes as he usually did while wearing some of the finest attire that Candy had ever seen. She was so use to bum dudes and fake pimps that she