Little Girl Lost: The Delimar Vera Story Page #3

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We're moving forward and

everything's gonna be okay.

No more bullshit, you hear me?

- Okay.

(exciting beat music)

- What's happening, man?

My man!

- What's happening?

- How you been?

- Word.

You ready?

- Yeah.

- Let's do it.

(exciting music)

- Jill.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Can you get this one suited up?

- Sure.

- How is Cap?

- F***ed up.

- Kristi will take over from here.

- Well hello, Kristi.

(beat music)

(bottle clinking)

Yo, these just came in.

- Leave it there.

(dramatic music)

- God, you're so f***ing hot.

You like staying here?

- It just needs some flowers,

then it'll be perfect.

Like our own little home.

- You got it.

Tomorrow.

Flowers.

- Daisies.

- Daisies?

(sensual music)

(sexual moaning)

(beat music)

- There she is.

Miss America.

(laughing)

- Hey, my friend's talking

to you, Miss America,

don't be rude!

- Ow.

- Bet you got a virgin ass, hooker.

- Get off me!

If I'm a hooker than you owe me this.

- The hell I do!

Give it back!

- Back the f*** off of me!

Pervert!

- Hey! Hey! Hey!

- This little b*tch just stole my money.

- Hey, a**hole!

- Check her tits! Check her tits!

She's got 250 in there.

- Stupid ass!

- Come on.

(whimpering)

(yelling)

(glass shattering)

(crying)

- What the f*** happened tonight?

Did you rip some guy off or what?

- He stuck his finger up my

ass and he called me a hooker.

- Maybe you shouldn't be wearing a skirt

with your f***ing ass hanging out of it.

- I could be walking around naked.

That doesn't give him or anyone

the right to do that to me.

- Spoken like a true f***ing

whore, congratulations.

Did your mom teach you that bullshit?

- My mom taught me not to

give anything away for free!

So no, I didn't steal anyone's money.

He owed me.

- So you ar a whore?

I knew it.

I f***ing knew it.

- You don't have any idea.

- I have no idea?

I have a f***ing idea, babe.

I saw those sick f***ing pictures of you

on your mom's computer.

- What?

You were creeping on her computer?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

- What's wrong with me?

You're the f***ing whore!

- My mom made me take those pictures.

- She made you take those pictures.

She made you stick your ass in there

and make those stupid

duck lips at the camera?

What, are you f***ing joking me right now?

Maybe you should just go back to whoring.

It seems to work best for you.

- F*** you!

F*** you!

- Oh, f*** me?

- F*** you!

- F*** me?!

Huh?!

Why don't you just go

f***ing cut yourself, baby?!

Don't think I haven't noticed

this f***ing bullshit on your leg!

You f***ing psychopath

motherfucking b*tch!

(crying)

- How could you say that to me?

- I can't believe,

I can't even f***ing believe

I thought I loved you.

(crying)

- Where are you going?

Please don't go.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- No.

- Please.

(sobbing)

Please don't leave me.

Please.

- Get the f*** away from me, you slut.

(crying)

(yelling)

(ominous music)

- F***!

(coughing)

(thudding)

(dramatic music)

(huffing)

(groaning)

F***!

(thudding)

(speaking foreign language)

(yelling)

- Shut the f*** up, b*tch!

Shut the f*** up!

(women whimpering)

What the f*** are you talking about?!

Shut up, b*tch!

Don't say another motherfucking word!

- Please, just--

- Shut up!

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay?

- Shut up, b*tch!

(smacking)

- [Woman] God!

- [Man] Shut the f*** up!

- [Woman] I'm sorry.

- [Man] Don't tell me what to do!

- [Woman] I'm sorry.

- [Man] Shut up!

(dog barking)

(birds chirping)

- You got the money for last night?

Your boyfriend said he would pay today.

I can't keep letting you without pay.

- Yeah, I'm gonna go meet him right now.

He has it.

- Get it to me by 5PM.

If not, you're out!

- Okay.

(giggling)

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

You okay?

- [Shara] Yeah.

- Hop in.

You're all right, I won't bite.

What are you doing walking around

in a neighborhood like this

in the middle of the night?

You know how dangerous that is?

- Yeah.

- You're lucky you found

me and not some lunatic.

Will that help?

- Yeah, thank you.

Thank you.

- All right, let's do this.

- I didn't know.

- Hooker school 101,

you negotiate before you get in the car.

Don't tell me you're standing

here for your health.

You wanna make the 20 bucks or not?

If you don't you can give

it back and you can get out.

- Okay, okay.

- That's my girl.

(dramatic music)

(man yelling)

(coughing)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(metal clanking)

(chuckling)

- [Cap] Douchebag.

(riders chattering)

(knocking)

(groaning)

(sighing)

(birds chirping)

- Yo!

- Ow.

- What the hell are you

doing in my backyard?

- Hi.

Sorry.

How are you?

- How am I? I'm f***ing fabulous.

What're you doing here?

- Well,

remember when you offered

me a hundred dollars?

- Yeah.

- I was just wondering

how much you'd offer

me for the whole thing.

- What is it you need?

- A place to stay for awhile.

(groaning)

- Tell me what a f***ing slut you are!

(whimpering)

Can I offer you a cocktail?

- Thanks.

- What're you on?

Instagram or Twitter

or some sh*t like that?

- Mhmm.

- So...

How's your mom?

Not that I actually give a sh*t.

I just thought I'd be nice.

You know,

the only reason

I let you and your mom stay here before

was because of you.

I really feel like we have a connection.

Age

shouldn't matter,

you know?

Age is just a number.

That thing that happened

between me and your mom.

Stupid fight.

Your mom,

she pushed me there, you know?

You know how she is.

Really wasn't my fault.

Anyway.

Glad you're here.

Nice of me to let you stay here, huh?

God, you are perfect.

(sighing)

Suck it.

(coughing)

(chuckling)

Goddamn, you're a sexy little b*tch.

(ominous music)

- Hi.

- Yeah?

- I'm here about the job.

- You're the girl I talked

on the phone earlier.

- Mhmm.

- Yeah.

Yeah, follow me.

- I'm 18,

five, two.

Long dark hair.

B-cup.

What do you say, baby?

You wanna come by?

I have a girlfriend here too.

If you want to play with both of is.

- Come, come in.

Don't be scared.

Come closer.

(chuckling)

What are you? Runaway?

Am I going to see your face

on a milk carton anytime soon?

- No.

My parents are dead, so

you don't have to worry.

- Are you aware of what exactly this is?

- I've done it before.

- What have you done before?

- Like, with guys and stuff for money.

(speaking foreign language)

- I have a very rich clientele.

VIP.

VIP only.

That means famous actors,

Hollywood producers,

business men.

Very, very important people.

Got it?

You get a thousand dollars an hour

and I'll keep 40 percent.

And this is the best deal you can find.

Trust me.

Most people take 60, 70 percent

and some take it all.

So what are you willing to do?

- I don't know.

- Can you do girls on girls,

double penetration, anal?

Any specific fetishes?

I have this client, he gets off on

sexual necrophilia.

(laughing)

Most girls love it.

You have to pretend you enjoy yourself.

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