It has been 13 days since I got away, got tested, got on PEP or anti-HIV meds and well, waiting for my death sentence. Since I\’m an escort, I can\’t be raped, since the cops said girls like that get what they deserve, no big deal..no humans involved. One laffed when he said girls like that, being raped, is like someone in any other job, getting a bonus, now just work out the money. And then these fuckers laff.
I was sent to a client for an over night….money was like…really good. The screener was someone new but i didn’t think much of it. I texted the client, asking what time he wants me to come over and he is all, any time, he is home and waiting. I get there, nice ass house in an uber rich area, so I relax and I’m thinking this will be a nice fun night. He lets me in and tells me to go to the living room and he will bring some drinks. I just ask for a bottle of water, since I don’t trust guys. He does and then says we are going to a party and can we have a quickie first..so…ok…been there..done that. He starts doing his thing when I can smell that smell…he is smoking meth at the same time. I kinda start to try to get up but he pushes me back down and laffs. That is when his 2 friends come in and join in. I was the main attraction for their pnp party. From Thurs night to Sat morning, all they did was hit and use me…but i finally got out of there…and now…waiting for the news that I’m going to die.
A weird thing is in a way…I’m kinda hoping I’m positive, so I can just have the excuse to die…since I’m sick of living…but then a part of me, kinda hoping I’m negative cuz I do hope life has more good things for me..not just a little bit of good with a mountain of bad…a little good…a mountain of bad. IDK…I just want everything to be over.