Terror Firsthand #25: Still in Chicago

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Still in Chicago 

I did not murder Madam Andy, Daddy Leroy, or Marcus Goldman. I did not go to Mexico City or the Yucatan. I'm still stuck in Chicago at Big Ski's, and Big C is still in the pet hotel. I woke up in room one after having a dream of escaping. I woke up to someone tapping me on my shoulders. It was Waterfall Lucia.

"Girl are you okay. You look drowsy?" She asked. I must've been laced or something. I passed out. All I remember was being in the room with four tricks, and then ending up back in room one. 

"Yeah I'm fine. Just give me a bottle of water." I said. I must've had a little too much to drink. I thought I was in Mexico somewhere. Waterfall Lucia handed me the bottle of water.

"Thank you." I said. 

"Oh sure. Let me know if you need anything else. No strings attached." She said. Sounded like a humane thing to say right? After she said that, Big Ski came busting into room one.

"La Negra Reina. Get your stuff and come here!" He yelled. 

I immediately got up and went to the door. He took me out of room one and into a private room.

"If you give it to Daddy Ski one mo time, I'll let you go, ya dig?" He said. He was one cruel motherf*cking man. 

"For real? You'll let me walk out of here??" I asked, seriously wanting to know.

"Yeah I'll let you go. I just got bout 200 mo hoes and I know you're not making anything. Thanks for holding me down though ya dig? At least you got to see what you wanted to see. Imma still be yo P. Ya dig?" Said Big Ski. Now he was sounding like a human being again. 

I hopped on Big Ski's lap and entertained him for what felt like an hour. Then he cut on a instrumental and asked me to freestyle. I started freestyling and he said it was hot. He said that if I wanted to go on the Get On Yo Knees podcast that I could. I told him okay. 

After I finished entertaining him, he asked me did I want to tell any of the girls goodbye. I told him hell naw. Then he walked me to the back door of the warehouse and walked me outside to a white van. There was graffiti all over it. He told me to get in the back and then he drove me back to the rental house where I was. I knew my time there was up.

"Can you just drop me off at the pet hotel?" I asked.

"I'm sorry boo but I have to get back to the bidness." He said. Then he handed me a stack of money and said, 

"Go find a way to get there."

I started grinning from ear to ear and then I said, 

"Thank you Daddy Ski! I love you! Thank you so much!"

Then I hugged the pimp and hopped out of the van. I caught a cab to the pet hotel and picked up Big C. He was still in there. I went to the mall and brought a bunch of new clothes from Christian Dior and Nieman Marcus. I also brought a brand new 14k platinum Santa Muerte chain, thanks to Big Ski. I brought a Tesla too. Then I went to go eat a steak, a lobster tail and broccoli. I brought a big ass bottle of Rose and brought Big C a huge T-bone steak. I knew he was ready to get out of there. 

I moved from the rental house I was in, to another rental house far on the other side of town. It was a little nicer and the people were more wealthy. Big Ski texted me the number to the Get On Yo Knees podcast and I was able to schedule an interview with Amir Wiggins. I didn't have to see Madam Andy, Daddy Leroy, or Marcus Goldman anymore. I was hoping Marcus Goldman wouldn't pull that slick, shiesty, low down dirty move that he had pulled before. 

I started taking pictures inside of the new rental house. The view of Chicago was gorgeous. I was on the top floor of a penthouse. The scenery was far from the projects. I posted the pictures to my Instagram and it received thousands of likes. Then I fell asleep.

The next day, I got dressed and drove to the Get On Yo Knees podcast in my brand new Tesla. Then I met Amir Wiggins in the flesh.

"Hi, welcome to Get On Yo Knees podcast how are you doing today?" Asked Amir.

"I'm fine Amir and yourself? Thanks for motherf*cking having me! I watch your show alot and I'm a huge fan!" I replied.

"First I'm going to start off by asking you to spit a freestyle." He said. Then he cut on my instrumental.

I started rapping over the beat and he was impressed. 

"Wow! You can spit!" He said.

"So tell me, how long have you been rapping?" He asked.

"I've been rapping since 2021." I replied.

"Okay cool cool, so whose your favorite artist from the East Coast?" He asked. 

"Well, I don't really have a favorite artist from the East Coast. I listened to alot of people growing up as a young adult, but I don't listen to them anymore." I said. 

"Oh true, true I understand that. I know you're not a big fan of having features on your songs." He said. 

"No I'm not actually." I replied.

"Okay so is it true that you suffer from depression? I mean word on the street is you've been going through some trauma for quite some time now? Do you go to therapy?" Asked Amir. I knew he was about exposing the truth.

"Yeah that's true. I don't really like talking about it though." I replied.

"Okay, I respect that. So you do have a celebrity crush?" He asked.

"You!" I replied. Then he smiled.

"Aww thanks." He said, after bursting out laughing.

After that he poured me a glass of Don Julio. It was the first time that have ever tasted it. It tasted great! 

"Wow! I've never had Don Julio before!" I said, with excitement. I was really attracted to him. 

"Alright so let's get to the knitty gritty. Were you trafficked by Big Ski and did you spend a week in his whore house?" He asked, with curiosity.

I didn't want to lie, but I didn't want to expose Big Ski.

"I spent a week at his whore house willingly. I asked him could I go. I told him I wanted a tour." I said, truthfully.

"Why would you want to tour a whore house? I mean you already knows what's going on in there don't you?" He said, making me look naive.

"I mean I just wanted to see. I'm a writer and I needed a new story. You know what I mean?" I said.

"So you were willing to put your life on the line for a story? That's crazy. I mean you're a rapper not a journalist." He said, calling me out.

"I needed a new blog aight! So I asked that nigga if I could tour the hoe house so I could write about it! Damn!" I said, with a smile. 

"I can't believe that! So did he make you sleep with any of the men? I mean I know it's a lotta women in that motherf*cker. How did you survive it?" He asked.

"I just did what I was told. Daddy Ski ain't make me do anything gay so I respect him for that, and he ain't try to take sh*t from me. I got paid, and I got a brand new story." I bragged. 

"That's what up. So do you have any new music coming out?" Amir asked. 

"Yes I have a new song coming out called Blasting Thru Yo Speaker. It will be out on all music platforms in about two damn weeks. So y'all check that out. And don't be a hater, be a congratulater." I said. 

"Ayo Amir, lemme give these people a lil snippet tell DJ Horrorcore to play my song right quick!" I said. I had already sent him the wav file went I walked in. 

The DJ, whose name was DJ Horrorcore , started playing the sample for about 30 seconds and then stopped. 

"So there you have guys! Oya Obinidodo, with her new single Blasting Thru Yo Speaker y'all be sure to check that out and don't be a hater like she said!"  Said Amir.

After that, the podcast ended and I left the studio. I wanted to keep things professional with Amir. I then hopped in the Tesla and drove back to the fancy rental penthouse with the city view, where Big C was. Big Ski came over and hopped in the bed with me and went to sleep.