You lay her down on the discolored mattress, her body heavy but relaxed against yours. Her breathing has evened out into soft snores as she drifts off to sleep beneath the dim light of the single, dusty bulb hanging from the ceiling. For now, at least, she's safe and sound...and in your debt.

The thought bothers you a little more than it should, but you push it aside for now. There's still work to be done tonight.

As you lie there with Charity in your arms, gazing up at the stained ceiling, you can't help but wonder how things got this far. Once upon a time, you were just another low-level dealer trying to make ends meet. Now here you are, running half the drugs in the city, keeping an entire apartment complex full of addicts under your thumb. It's not the life you wanted, but it's become your reality.

Your phone buzzes, interrupting your thoughts.

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to suckle at her nipples, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. She arches her back off the couch, moaning his name as she squirms beneath him. For a brief moment, it feels like they're together again - not just two people using each other for survival, but lovers rediscovering what they once had.

As he continues to lavish attention on her breasts, she twines her legs around his hips, pressing herself as close to him as possible. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing at his skin as she struggles to find purchase amidst the haze of pleasure and pain. "Oh God," she gasps, arching her back off the couch again as another wave of ecstasy washes over her.

For a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe this is how it could be - if only things were different.

"You wanna' lick my man's stinky pole?"

"Ohh okay Shen!" Charity croons, kneeling before you. She leans forward, nuzzling your groin as her hot breath washes over your crotch. Her small hands grasp the waistband of your red thong, tugging it down to free your stiff member. The musky aroma wafts up to her nose and she closes her eyes in blissful submission, parting her lips to take your cock into her mouth.

Charity's eyes fly open at the sting of slaps against her face, shock registering briefly on her tear-streaked features before she forces herself to close them again, her lips pressed together tightly in a thin line. She clenches her fists, digging her nails into her palms as she tries to focus on anything but the pain radiating out from each slap. Her body quivers with every impact, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked. "Please... Sam..." she whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth.

Charity's face flushes with shame as she realizes the camera is now focused on her most intimate area. She tries to close her legs, but Sam's grip is too strong; he forces them apart, baring her to the lens like an exhibit in a perverse museum. Her body trembles with each thrust, tears streaming down her face as she endures the humiliation of being filmed while in such a vulnerable position. "P-please... Sam..."