Terror Firsthand #36: No Fans, Just hate
©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: No Fans, Just hate
After Shawn Carriage left, I fixed a plain hotdog with sauerkraut and sat around in silence. I didn't feel like watching TV at first. I got tired of all those fu*king rich people. I watched my new music video 'Blasting Thru Yo Speaker'. I realized that I had made a mistake in one of the clips. I forgot to mute the audio in the clip. Oh well. I uploaded the video to Instagram and it got zero likes.
My fan base was 200% fake. I became invisible, and that's okay. I didn't wanna draw a bunch of phoney attention from a bunch of downlow f*ggots and close knit groupies like all the others on there anyway. I don't want those kind of people looking at me. I figured I'd get someone to promote the video and see if I can get the music video to reach at least 10,000 likes by the end of the week.
After I watched my music video, I was wondering if Big Ski and Daddy Leroy would attempt to come to La Santa Muerte Hotel. It didn't matter. I didn't plan on leaving any time soon. I sat around the room and burned a few more candles. I cut the Get On Yo Knees podcast on. I was really get tired of those Big Ski motherfu*kers. Big Ski and Daddy Leroy were on there at the same time.
"So Big Ski, how did you get out of prison?" Amir Wiggins asked.
"Well, I was let out because they know that I didn't *beep* my homeboy Marcus Goldman. Marcus Goldman was my right hand man. He never owed me anything. They know that I would never *beep* my homeboy. He's been my right hand man for over 5 long years. I met him in prison back in 2019 when I was arrested for an assault." Said Big Ski.
I still hated Big Ski for lying and saying that he didn't know Marcus Goldman when I first met him, but oh well. I continued watching.
"So who *beep* Marcus Goldman? How did the trial end." Asked Amir.
"No one knows who killed Marcus Goldman. I'm not a snitch so I don't know. My DNA was not on the weapon or Marc at the time. The only two people at the scene were Jamaica and her friend Sasha." Said Big Ski.
"So forget about the *beep* charge. What about the human trafficking? Didn't they give you life for trafficking 900 prostitutes?" Asked Amir.
"Those were not my prostitutes. Those were Marcus Goldman's hoes. All them hoes lied on me on national television. I didn't pimp them." Big Ski lied. He was involved, and he said that he did pimp them on another podcast. It was either this one or Rappers On Point. I didn't tell on him though.
"Where is Jamaica Rosenberg now?" Asked Amir Wiggins.
"Jamaica Rosenberg is back in prison. Her and Sasha Delafonte, her bestie." Said Big Ski. "Them hoes don't got no bond."
"Where are the 900 women that you allegedly trafficked?" Asked Amir.
"They are at home with their families like they sposed to be." Replied Big Ski.
"All of them snitched on you. How do you live with yourself?" Asked Amir Wiggins.
"Them hoes can't break a real one. They can't bring me down bro. You smell me?" Said Big Ski.
"So what about Oya Obinidodo. Is she still with you?" Asked Amir.
"Man, I can't keep up with that hoe. She be all over the country. One minute she's in Chicago, next minute she in Milwaukee, next minute she all the way in New Mexico. Ya dig?" Explained Big Ski.
"Keeping up with that broad a full time job. Pimping ain't easy. Ya smelling me?" Big Ski continued. "I'm trying to protect her, but I keep letting nasty hoes like Jamaica get in my motherfu*king way. Ya smell me?"
"Yeah I guess I get it." Said Amir Wiggins, the host.
"So Daddy Leroy, explain how you met Big Ski and why did you believe that Marcus Goldman owed him money?" Asked Amir.
"I met Big Ski in the penetintary back in 2019." Daddy Leroy said. "Around the same time he met Marc. They called me Lil Leroy."
"So you men started a pimping organization or something nigga? So you men decided to buy a warehouse and traffick 900 women when you niggas got released?" Asked Amir.
"It was Marc's idea. Not ours." Said Daddy Leroy.
"It was definitely Marc's idea. Marc was the one with the money. He owned a gym before he was incarcerated. It was called Goldmans Gym. I know you've heard of that." Said Big Ski.
"Yeah I've heard of that." Said Amir Wiggins.
"Do you plan on writing Jamaica in prison?" Amir continued.
"Man I'm not sending that busted b*tch anything. I'll use the money to invest in my Little Reina Negra." He said.
"Whose that?" Amir Wiggins asked, dumbfounded.
"Oh that's Oya Obinidodo. That's what me and Leroy call her." Said Big Ski.
"So what do you mean invest?" Asked Amir.
"I'm going to help get her music career right and I'm going to make sure she have somewhere to live. I ain't no bum. I'm not going to neglect her. Ya dig? Reina Negra been down for me for quite some time now. These other bitc*es come and go." Big Ski stated.
"Nigga how do you think she feels knowing you f*cked a trifling b*tch like Jamaica Rosenberg? How can she take you back nigga? Like be for real!" Said Amir.
"I mean nigga she can be with Daddy Leroy. I don't really care. As long as she stick around. She don't have to f*ck me." Said Big Ski.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They were talking about me like that to the whole world!
"Leroy. You never explained why you believe Marcus Goldman owed Big Ski money." Said Amir.
"Because Marcus Goldman said he did." Daddy Leroy said.
"Marc lied. He didn't owe me any money." Said Big Ski.
"Is it true that you had a buried stash in the back of the warehouse that was supposed to be used for bail money in case you got locked up?" Asked Amir to Big Ski.
"Yeah I had a stash and Jamaica Rosenberg took it. All the money was seized after her funky ass got arrested." Big Ski said.
"So how did you get the money for your bail?" Asked Amir.
"Nigga I didn't get bailed out. I was let go." Said Big Ski. "I don't even have to show up to court!"
"I can't believe all of this. I can't believe what I'm hearing right now." Amir Wiggins said.
"I can't either!" I yelled at the TV screen.
Big Ski really wanted me. I didn't know how I was going to move on past him. I was too afraid to leave the hotel.
"Big Ski. Is it true that you had Oya Obinidodo kicked out of the penthouse in Chicago?" Asked Amir.
"That jackass landlord was a hating nigga bro. I didn't try to kick ha out. I was staying there too." Big Ski said.
"So don't you think that's going to happen again? Where are you going to get that kind of money?" Asked Amir.
"I'll never run out of money." Said Big Ski.
"Do you think that people are going to try to come back and say that you *beep* Marcus Goldman for his criminal enterprise?" Asked Amir.
"They might lie. But I know I didn't do it." Said Big Ski.
After that, the podcast went off. I started to make a man appear inside my hotel room so he could f*ck me to sleep, but I didn't try to force anything. Besides, I was on my period anyway. I didn't want the sheets to get bloody. I went to sleep, and hoped that the likes would magically appear on my my music video reel on Instagram by the next day.
The next day, I woke up and took my dog for a walk. I didn't see those Midwest niggas anywhere. After that, I went grocery shopping. I grabbed a bottle of Prosecco on the way out of the store. I was still looking over my shoulders. After I left the grocery store, I went back to the room and fixed a Salmon burger. It tasted better than Chick Fil A and was way more healthier.
While I was at the store, I noticed one thing, that my p*ssy was sore from the way Daddy Leroy had hit it. I didn't know what to do so I read a blog about it. In the blog it says that you should buy lubricant and engage in foreplay before f*cking. The article said that those two things should stop the soreness. The article said that soreness isn't normal and that one out of four women will experience it in their lifetime. I couldn't believe that I was one out of the four.
In order to test out the lubricant, I left New Mexico and drove back to Chicago so I could f*ck Daddy Leroy without getting sore. After I got there I called his phone.
"Hello?" He said.
"Yeah it's me. La Reina Negra. I'm back in Chicago. I want to see you." I said. I was hoping he would make sure I had somewhere to stay.
"Yeah I know who you are. I'm kind of busy right now. I'll call you back." He said, and hung up the phone.
I didn't know where he was. I thought he checked out of the spot where the meeting was held that day. I decided to drive over there. I did not see his Range Rover in the penthouse parking garage. I didn't know what else to do. I drove two hours away and stayed at a glamping establishment. I waited several days for Daddy Leroy's phonecall, but I did not get one.
I called him again.
"The number you have called has been disconnected..." Said, the automated system.
Well, I knew right then and there that it was over between me and Daddy Leroy. I had no idea where he was. I knew that eventually he would get on Get On Yo Knees podcast and tell on himself. It was only a matter of time.
In the meantime time, I decided to work as a prostitute. I moved out of tent and into a hotel near Chicago. I brought a bunch of lingerie and then posted an ad on a popular website called GetThatMoneyHoe.Com. It was a really rachet site but I wanted to get over Daddy Leroy and fast. I didn't worry about getting busted like I did in New Jersey. I know it was a lot of Big Ski's former prostitutes on the site, and also niggas like Ghana Bwoy and Emanuela Manuela, but I ignored all that and posted anyway. The ad read:
Hi, my name is Miss. Ghetto Dream.
I'm looking to link up with any man between the ages of 35 & over .
Donations are as follows.
100 Roses QV
200 Roses HH
300 Roses FH
If you are a cop please stay TF away from me
No women (Men only)
No bare, no weirdo fetishes
Outcalls and Incalls
Call 555-555-5555 24 hours a day
Then I posted pictures of myself and within minutes my phone was ringing off of the hook. The first client came in, then another, and another. I started at 8pm and by 2 Am, I had made $1,067. All of the clients were screened after they came into the room. Everything started going fine, until 3 am.
At 3 am my phone rang. It was no other than Daddy Leroy.
"Hello?" I asked.
"My bad. I've been busy I had to take care of some things. If you give me $200 you can come to my penthouse." He said.
"Come on Daddy Leroy, why are you charging me? Don't I mean something to you?" I asked.
"Yeah, but the penthouse ain't going to pay itself. I need the $200 for gas. There's nothing free around here." He said.
He was lying. He did not need my $200. He just wanted to play me. I can't believe he made me pay a cover fee like that. His penthouse rental was all that I guess.
"Okay Daddy Leroy. I I'll give you the $200 so you'll know I'm down. Sheesh." I said.
"Oh okay. That's more like it. Now get out of that raggedy tent and come to my spot. I'm going to text you the address now." He said.
"Wait. First of all my tent is not raggedy! It cost almost $1,000 for your information, and second of all, who is at your house? I don't want to come if it's people there." I said. He had some nerve judging my campsite.
"It's a few women over here." He said, while laughing, because he knows I hate women.
"Nigga I'm not coming then." I said.
"They're about to leave. And you don't have a choice. I'm going to find you wherever you go." He said, hatefully.
I was turned off again, and he knew it. I didn't want to go anymore.
"I'll call you back." I said, and hung up the phone.
I then started becoming more afraid of him. He might would've tried to attack me because of what Shawn Carriage did to him. I knew that he needed stitches and that he had to go to the hospital.
I started taking more clients around 3:45 Am. Three more men came over and I made even more money. I then had $1,367, after working for only 8 hours. At 4 Am, Daddy Leroy knocked on my door. I didn't answer. He walked right in with a key and said,
"Give it up bi*ch. Give me every single dime you made!" He yelled.
"Hurry up before I break yo jaw and knock your teeth out of your goddamn mouth!" He demanded.
I reached into the nightstand and gave him the money. Then he told me to get in the bed and bend over. He pulled out his d*ck and started pounding me.
"Mmm hmmm. Yeah. You ain't going nowhere, like I said!" He said, while pounding me for over 15 minutes. After that he came all over my stomach and then said,
"Here, go pay for the room again." While, handing me back $150 of my own money and pocketing the rest. Then he pulled up his pants and left.
