Terror Firsthand #29: The Consequences of Running Away
©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, sexual content
Terror Firsthand: The Consequences of Running Away
"Nah I think I should just hold this gay f*ggot up for ransom. What do you think?" Asked El Fernando.
"Oh and by the way. I do wanna f*ck." He said.
"Yeah hold his ass up. His rich gay ass probably has over 20K. Try to get that. Call his parents and his wife." I said. "After you get the 20K I'll let you f*ck if you give me half."
I knew El Fernando had a little attitude but I didn't pay it any mind. I knew he wanted the whole 20K for himself so he could change his mind and pass on f*cking me. All those other niggas f*cked for free.
"Look. I'll give you a thousand and I'll keep the 19K." He said.
"I'm sorry El Fernando, but this is my gang, not yours. You do what I say, or else." I said, firmly.
"I'm not giving you no 10K for your damn washed up p*ssy. You got me f*cked up." He said.
Another pit bull starting sniffing him. Then a venomous snake started crawling towards him. He backed away but the pit bull bit him and so did the snake.
"Ouch. Bi*ch this place is filthy!" He said, laying in pain.
"I'm kicking you out of the gang. F*ck you f*ggot. Leave." I said.
"I ain't leaving without the lick's ransom money. That money belongs to me." He said.
"F*ck!" I yelled. Stupid fa*got was setting me up and I wanted him out!
"You're not leaving with that money!" I yelled.
"Oh yeah? Thank I won't!" He said, and pulled out a gun.
Then he went in the room and called the gay mans parents and his wife. F*cking fa*got was married and still sucking men's d*cks. His wife said she'll bring the 20K to El Fernando in exchange for the gay mans life.
I wanted to leave because I didn't want to get shot. The other 11 members were still standing around drinking and gang banging. After the gay man's wife arrived with the 20K in cash, El Fernando shot her and the gay man anyway. Then he pointed the gun at me.
"You lucky I don't shoot yo ass. Now lift up your dress and give me some of that p*ssy." He said.
El Fernando started pounding me out for about 5 minutes and then he ejaculated. He dragged the gay mans body and his wife out into his Dodge truck and drove off with the whole 20K. I couldn't believe my eyes. Now, there are only 11 members left.
"Can y'all believe this sh*t?" I asked the Crips. One man got up and walked over to me and said,
"Lift up your dress. I want some more p*ssy."
I lifted up my dress and the Crip started to penetrate me for what felt like 15 minutes. After that, he poured himself a glass of Dom Perignom and also a glass for me.
I sat in the building with the 11 men all night. They refused to leave. It's like they had nowhere else to go. I cut on the TV and put on a Crip movie. A few hours later El Fernando came back. What he did with them people - I don't know.
"Nigga what you back up here for?" I asked.
Then he started spray painting on the wall with blue spray paint. He put Crip symbols all over the walls. I didn't try to stop him. He was a mad man. After El Fernando put Crip graffiti on the walls he asked for some more p*ssy. I lifted up my dress and he pounded me out again for about 19 minutes. After that, I was sore. Then he left again. The other men were just sitting around smoking and chatting about being a Crip. One of the Crips broke the rules again. He invited a group of prostitutes and strippers over.
"Nigga what the f*ck these wanna be b*tches doing in here? Nigga they not about to join!" I asked the Loc.
"I can't sit in here with you all night. I need some more p*ssy and some more action nigga." He replied. Then the women started twerking and dancing for him. The other 10 men gathered around and started tipping the strippers.
"Oh hell naw! All that money belongs to me! This is my gang!" I said.
I started picking up the ones and putting them in my bag. The strippers kept dancing anyway. They danced for about two hours and I collected every single dollar. Then they started having sex with the other 10 men.
"I'm leaving." I said.
I didn't wanna be there anymore. I left the 11 men there and the uninvited strippers and then went back to LP Casa. I was hoping no one around there knew where I was the whole time because it was none of their business. I started counting the money that I had made from the dancers. It was $2,500.
The next day, I received a text from GD6.
Yeah I heard about that lil Crip gang you tried to be the leader of. You still better show up to my meeting Thursday. Meet me at 666 C******** Ave. At 1 pm. Oh, and wear all blue, since you wanna be Crip.
I did not want to face that sheisty motherf*cker anymore. I wanted to back down. The GD's knew that I had crossed them by becoming a Crip, and they wanted me to come and embarrass myself. I got tired of getting beat up and walking around with a black damn eye. Thursday was only three more days away.
I didn't respond. I just went back to my building. The 11 Crips were still there, and the bi*ches had left. I didn't know what to do with them anymore. So I said this to them.
"GD6 is hot on my tail. He knows I'm Crip. I need you niggas to get some money. Go rob somebody, go steal, go sell some prostitutes or something. You have 48 hours to bring me 10K. If you niggas do not bring me the 10K y'all getting kicked out and I'm going back to GD6. Understand? Now leave and go get the money!" I said.
Three of the niggas left. I knew their names. Bliccy Boi, Killa Crip, and Locced out Pete. 8 of the men were still there. One of them pulled out a stack of money. His name was Macc Blicc.
"That's 10K right there." He said. "You don't have to go with GD6."
"Thank you." I said. "The rest of you niggas need to leave. Y'all are not in my gang no more." I couldn't make them do anything.
The 7 men got up and left, and so did Macc Blicc.
"Wait, Macc Blicc, where are you going?"
"I'm going to make back that 10K I just gave you. And I don't think I'll be coming back." He said.
"But you have to! I didn't kick you out!" I yelled.
"Shorty don't go there. I know you not going to do anything. You're not a murderer and I'm not afraid of those pitt bulls you got. Just keep the 10K and get out of dodge or plan your funeral or something." Said Macc Blicc, as he walked right out of the door.
Now there were only three members left and I was expecting them to come back on Saturday, but I knew that they probably wouldn't. Two more days passed and it was now Wednesday. Bliccy Boi, Killa Crip, and Locced out Pete did not show up with the 10K. I then kicked them out of the gang. I now had 0 members left. I went back to GanglandVA.com and deleted my ad. I didn't want to try again. I knew they would all choose someone else on there to join. After I deleted my ad, I put a for sale sign on the building, took the $2,500 that I made from the strippers, and left the area with the $12,500. I drove to Atlanta Georgia to hide from GD6.
"No one will ever suspect me of being in the A!" I said to myself.
After I got to ATL with Big C that Thursday, I checked into a hotel. It wasn't the Blue Roof Motel. It was called The X Hotel. I skipped dinner and went to sleep soon I checked in. I didn't want to face running away from GD6. The next day, I went for a swim in the pool and went to the gym to exercise. I booked the hotel for a week. Two days later, while I was in the lobby, a man wearing all black and a black bandana stopped me.
"Who told you, you could leave GD6? Pack up your sh*t and let's go back to VA." He said.
I immediately ran away and caught the elevator back to my room and shut the door. I wasn't as safe in ATL as I thought. I still had about four more nights left, and I wanted that GD nigga to disappear. A few hours later, I needed to walk Big C so I went outside. The GD nigga was still standing out there, with six other members. I turned around and walked the other way. Then I went back up to my room. The next day, the same thing happened, and the next day. Everytime I went out side, I saw them standing there and avoided them..........
Then checkout day came. The GD's surrounded my Tesla.
"Get in the car and follow us. GD6 wants us to take you to his ATL house." The GD said. "If you don't go, we will find yo ass again."
I got in the Tesla and started following them. Then a cop got behind me and started flashing the lights. I pulled over. Two cops walked over to me.
"Mam step out of the vehicle with your hands up. You are under arrest." One cop said.
"For what?" I asked.
"For being in a gang." The other cop said.
"The f*ck you mean I'm arrested for being in a gang! I didn't do sh*t!" I yelled.........
Then I woke up. I was still in bed at The X Hotel. I had fallen asleep and had a bad dream. I was not following gang members and I was not being arrested by the police. It was checkout day and I was scared of the gang members I kept running into outside. I knew that they would be standing there. I hopped in the shower and then checked out. I walked to the car and they were still standing there.
"Get in the car and follow us or lose your life." Said the nigga that had stopped me the other day. Oh goodness. I thought to myself. My worst nightmare had came true.
I got in the car and started following them down the highway. The drive lasted for about 20 minutes. They took me to a fancy penthouse. Oh goodness. Now they were flexing on me. I took the elevator with them to the top floor. It was 7 men total. Once I got inside the penthouse, it wasn't what it looked like on the outside. It was filthy as hell! There was GD graffiti on the wall, 4 half naked women sniffing cocaine, and a few mice running around. GD6 wasn't there. I did not want to be in there with those funky ass women!
"Sit down!" The nameless member said, while pointing to a air mattress on the floor. I sat on the air mattress with Big C. I couldn't believe he even went in. Big C usually doesn't allow me to end up in situations like that. He won't go inside and he warns me to stay away.
I sat inside of the filthy penthouse all day and night. No other instructions were given, and the half naked coke heads and the six men left. I was left alone with the one nigga from the hotel.
"What's your name?" I asked.
He told me to leave Big C in the living room while he took me into the bedroom. It was GD graffiti in there too.
"Can you tell me your name?" I asked. He ignored me. Then he pulled out his d**k, lifted up my dress, took it off, and then started penetrating me.
"Umm hmmm.... Thought you was getting out of this didn't you?!" He said, while pounding me out. I didn't respond. Ten minutes passed and he got up off of me and said,
"Go take a shower."
I went to go take a bath and it was graffiti in the bathroom too! After I took a bath I walked out and went back into the living room.
"You can leave now. If GD6 wants you, he'll come find you." Said the nameless predator.
I left the raggedy penthouse and went to another X Hotel on the other side of town. While I was in the room, someone texted me.
I need you back!
Who is this!? I messaged back.
Marcus Goldman. He replied.
Marcus Goldman was telling a f*cking lie. He had 891 hoes and probably more since then.
I'm not going back to that raggedy ass, gay ass, stable! I replied, and then blocked his number again.
Now I was hiding from GD6 and still hiding from Marcus Goldman. I was surprised that I was still alive. I could've died. Those Crips were really shiesty. They stole one of my pit bulls, refused to be my bodyguards, sucked men d*cks right in front of me, gang raped me and beat me up, shot two people, forced me out of my building, exposed me for being in another gang, and then turned their backs on me forever. The gang members were awful. They all sucked. Now I was back on my own. I stayed at the X Hotel and hid from the public. I didn't want to see, be near, or hear another nasty, fake person. They were sickening towards me, and I was fed up.
I stayed at The X Hotel for another week, no one tried to contact me. I checked out of The X Hotel and then I traveled back to BirmingFam, AL. I only stayed in Atlanta for two weeks. After I got to BirmingFam, I checked into a hotel called the Sunset Sky Hotel on a Sunday. It was kind of nice inside. I booked the room for a week. By the time Thursday came, I was bored. I didn't know what to do, so I decided to go to an open mic night for rappers. The name of the venue was called Sunset Sky. It was only a few doors down from the hotel.
When I got inside of the Sunset Sky venue, it was packed. I signed my name on the sign in sheet. It was 7 other rappers ahead of me. After the 6th rapper got off stage, it was my turn. I decided to perform my new single 'Blasting Thru Yo Speaker'. After about rapping for about 2 minutes, the crowd got restless and started booing me off of the stage.
"We don't want you!" One of the people yelled, while throwing balled up tissue at me.
I ran off the stage and out of the venue.
"Don't come back, gay ass!" Said a stranger to me in the venue parking lot.
I went back to The Sunset Hotel and started crying. No one else had gotten booed off the stage except me. I'm not even gay. I get tired of people thinking that I am, and not believing me. I'm not a liar. When people believe that I'm gay, it makes my skin crawl and it makes me feel molested and they feel incestuous to me. I'm not attracted to women or gays in any way, shape, or form. I didn't even get to post the performance online. I don't even know why I went to that stupid event anyway. No one likes me. There are billions of people on this earth and I can't find even one person to believe anything I say or side with me. People hate on me so much, that even after I die they're going to hate me. They're going to hate on me because I'm dead and don't have to get abused by them anymore.
After I got inside the hotel room, I received another text from an unknown number.
People don't even like your trashy music. That's why you should be in here selling yo gay pu*sy.
Who is this? I replied.
Marcus Goldman bitch. You know who this is! Messaged the gay sex trafficker.
I immediately blocked his number. How the f*ck did he know that I had just performed? The man was a trafficker and a stalker for real. I don't have time to play games with those funky ass men. I'm not gay, and I don't want to be around them. They're disgusting! Marcus Goldman was all the way in Chicago. Why was he still stalking me?
I'm not those kind of men type. They should be paying those stinky, downlow, gay, incestuous, predatory women that they been liking and stay out of my f*cking business because I do not want their funky stank asses! I'm not those other women! I have nothing in common with them! Yuck! I'm not for those gay ass men! Don't they get it by now?! I don't want anything from them! I rather die! They're too stank! I'm tired of being grossed out by all those selfish, sickening bullies! They're filthy and I want them to leave me alone! I ain't gay!
I had three more days left at the Sunset Sky Hotel. I didn't want to be in BirmingFam anymore. I decided to go to somewhere else on checkout day. I stayed in the hotel for two more days, minding my own business. On the last day, I received a message from GD6. I thought he went away.
I have a business proposition for you. All you have to do is meet me in Flatbush Brooklyn. You can make over 10K a week.
His offer sounded real shady but I was extremely desperate by that point. I told him no anyway.
Um nigga I can't go up there. They don't like me there either. I ain't safe. I replied. The whole city of NYC is gay and they think I'm a tard. Nigga I'm not going near their funky incest.
If you don't go. You will loose your life. You are in this gang forever. There's no backing down. Now meet me in Brooklyn by tomorrow at 1pm. If you go to Delta Airlines, I have the plug on the service animal. His name is Xavier Six. He'll let your dog sit in the coach with you. I already called him to let him know you were coming. So go head and relax, get ready, and be on your way. Trust me. You're going to get rich. Messaged GD6.
Nigga I'm not going to Brooklyn. I'll just have to loose my life. I messaged back. Then I blocked GD6.
Ain't no way in hell I was going to no Brooklyn fu*king New York! I hate NYC! I don't wanna live like a migrant or a f*cking slave!
After I blocked GD6 I saw something scary on my social media feed. It was a video of me getting boo'd off stage at the Sunset Sky! It was going viral and was floating around everywhere! I was scared for my life and extremely embarrassed!
After that, I checked out of the Sunset Sky Hotel and drove back to Atlanta. I wanted the nameless GD that I had that day. I didn't know anything about him and I didn't want to stalk him and go back to that graffiti building, so I just checked into a hotel called The Grande Bougie Hotel. I stayed in there all night. I got on a website similar to GanglandVA. This one was called ATLGangs.com. I responded to someone's Crip ad.
Get initiated into the Crips
This Friday at 12 midnight
Wear anything. Just put a blue bandana on.
Make millions of dollars
Ask for Macc Blicc call or text 757-111-00## or 404-111-00##
I couldn't believe it. Macc Blicc all the way in Atlanta. He was back on another gang site. I told him who I was and he said that I could come. I stayed at The Grande Bougie Hotel until Friday. I paid for two weeks, so I still had another week to go. Then I went to Macc Blicc's Crip meeting.
He had security at the door. It was a clean building with no graffiti. The guards didn't have dogs with them and they were women. I already didn't like the vibe but I went inside anyway. Macc Blicc walked over to me and said,
"Let's get straight to the point." He walked me over to a table full of weed. He handed me 5 kilos of marijuana and said,
"I need you to sell this."
"Nigga what you need me to sell that for?! That's what dispensaries it for!" I yelled.
"You'll be surprised how many people don't want to pay for a weed card. And some of them don't have a car and won't catch the bus to the dispensary. That's why you're going to deliver it to them or meet them on the corner somewhere!" Said Macc Blicc.
I couldn't believe that's what he offered me.
"Nigga I'm not selling weed to these f*cking lames out here! Find somebody else!" I yelled. "Ain't nobody about to buy that or my p*ssy!
