All Chapters of ILLEGAL & ILLICIT: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 months later - Nigel please give me a package! I begged in a trembling voice. I need it so much! Nigel this guy tattooed everywhere that I know for almost 8 months and who thanks to his little drugs relieves my life. It is one of the best providers in the city and surrounding area. He started looking at me while he was smoking his cigarette... "You owe me 100 petoches and you want me to give you back?" on credit and more.! ... He started. Laugh, laugh at me. -I like you my little one but do not abuse it... It blows between two puffs of smoke... I nervously tapped my index finger on my left leg and while trying to control this lack, I told him with all the composure that I had left in reserve. Damn it, I'm about to blow up a pipe! -I promise you that as soon as I have enough to pay... I will come to see you.... goal... Steupleu.... (this time I can't put on a good face and he could read my distress in my eyes) I will do anything for sex.... My voice was jerky, my tone pleadi

He contacted me again 4 days later, strangely it was the longest 4 days of my life. Because I had the impression that my life was at a turning point where I no longer knew what to do and that I was waiting for things. A sign, an explanation.....I wanted to know why I was still alive.And what did that mean for me going forward?It seems that dying traumatized me a lot more than I thought.So it was a relief for me when I finally received the notification that I had a message.The first in 1 year.It was short and to the point.This evening. 9am.These last 4 days, I had more or less tried to reconnect with the world and what was happening there.I logged into my Google account and everything synced.And it was no surprise that I saw that those around me had not stopped living after the tragedy that struck my family.But I was rather surprised to see that they hadn't forgotten me either.Until today I was hashtagged and mentioned in quite a few publications. Whether it be for souvenir

3 months had passed.3 months since my first fight.And it always leaves me with this foggy feeling that makes me think it wasn't quite me.That the girl who knocked out the blonde whose stage name is Blondie. Isn't really me.That evening, rage and despair awakened something in me......and I still can't put an idea to it.I’m still exploring what that was.In 3 months, I started to make myself known. I even had a title in the industry. “The kid who plays in the big leagues”I think it described my situation well since I'm not yet an adult and I'm the youngest boxer in the Women's League.But Melz, this eternal dissatisfied person is not of this opinion, he wants to make me a real Destroyer....and doesn't want me to be known only in inter-girl fights....No, he wants it total.-In 3 months, I am one of the top 20 best female boxers! I scream.-Ah Why do you think it’s an achievement? He retorts sarcastically, For Darko you're just a girl who hits even better than the other girls. As lo

Melz who takes me to the toilet. Melz who locks us in a cabin. Melz who starts kissing my neck. Melz taking off my shirt and t-shirt. Melz grabbing my breasts. Melz who kiss them. Melz squeezing my buttocks in his hands. I think that's it. It's time to simulate... I mobilize all my acting talent to moan... Melz which hardens even more... I rolled my eyes. A little thing makes guys hard. Unable to tell fact from fiction with girls! But did I have a choice? I had to accept that he fucked me.... Because it's the only way for me. The only way I have at the moment that helps me avoid falling into drugs. The lack of it drives me crazy and the absence of pleasure during fucking allows me to use up my excess energy and adrenaline to resist. Resist one more day, one more minute! one more hour....that's the daily battle I face against my addiction. To my loss, because yes! If I go back to drugs... I will never be able to go back there again....to return there..... Which I re

The common room of the RIP'S mansion clashed perfectly with the typical profile of a biker. Although crowded I could easily judge that the decoration was a medieval mix sprinkled with a little Gothic touch enough to put you in the dark and sensual atmosphere of it.For a moment I stood frozen in front of the door, scanning the entire room.Contrary to what I expected, we did not play rock music but rather a mixture of sensual jazz which gives a thrill of wanting to undress and move languidly to the rhythm of it. Without self-esteem.There were hundreds of people, most of whom were wearing the cult black leather biker jackets... scattered all over the room, the atmosphere was warm.After all, today was Terrion's birthday, the RIP'S champion.I was jostled by a sheep who, despite her obvious state of intoxication, couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I was obviously the best dressed girl in the room.Returning from my trance, I grabbed a half-empty glass that was lying around and sw