Terror Firsthand #12: There's No Where To Hide

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

Warning: extreme terror 

Terror Firsthand: There's No Where to Hide 

Emanuela in hotel room pointing pistol

After I finished recording the bogus porno with the trannies, I went to go shower.

"You can go now." Said Emanuela.

"What the f*ck you mean I can go now? I paid for this room! You can go now!" I said. 

"Wait what? Who do you think you're talking to girl? You better calm the hell down." Said Emanuela. 

He was a real live bully, bullying me for my lunch money. I did not want to leave the room because I was scared he would do something to it like vandalize it. 

"I'm not going anywhere." I said, standing my ground. 

"Oh yes you are!" He said, while grabbing his pistol. He wanted to use my room to lay up with his f*cking boyfriend!

I walked out of the room, and Ghana Bwoy followed.

"I'm going to walk her to her car right quick." Said Ghana Bwoy. 

"Hurry up." Emanuela demanded.

After I got to the car Ghana Bwoy hopped in.

"Drive away." He insisted. Now he was dragging me into whatever beef they were having, and I didn't want to be involved. I drove away and hopped on the freeway.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Drop me off on Church Street." He insisted.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Do it look like everything is okay? That f*cking n*gga is trying to kill me. He is already on the run for attempted murder! He almost killed his other boyfriend!" Yelled Ghana Bwoy.

I obviously knew right then that they weren't as close as I assumed. 

"If that's the case then why don't someone just call the police and get rid of him?" I asked.

"Are you going to call the police?" Asked Ghana Bwoy. Then a long pause followed. 

"I didn't think so." He said. By that time I had pulled up at church street and Ghana Bwoy hopped out of the car without even saying goodbye. 

Now I became even more disgusted with Emanuela and Ghana Bwoy. I didn't know where to run and hide. I drove back to LPC because I didn't have anywhere else to go. I hated being at LPC because the people there were no different than the two of them. Everything about them disgusted me. From their facial expressions, to the way they talk, to the way they think and acted, to the way they smelled. I really felt low and helpless. I started to vomit. I vomited for several hours. 

I was extremely humiliated. Emanuela must've caught the attempted murder charge recently because I had just saw him in court not too long ago. I didn't know anything about Ghana Bwoy or his background.

The next day, I woke up and Emanuela was at LPC. He was standing in the yard. 

"You didn't think I would make it here did you?" Said the monster.

"What do you f*cking want? You're making me sick!" I screamed. He pulled out his gun.

"I want some more of that body!" He yelled.

"You just saw me a couple days ago! Calm the f*ck down!" I yelled. No one around was watching, but I'm pretty sure they could see what was going on through their funky security cameras. 

"I want it now! Either I'm coming in or you going to get a hotel room!" Yell Emanuela. 

I don't even know how he got over there. He was literally stalking me all over America by this point, and I didn't feel safe. I was shaken, and scared. Emanuela stormed his way inside of LPC and threw me down on the bed and raped me. Tracia Pueblos was home at the time and heard the commotion. She opened the door and saw the tranny raping me.

"Make sure she doesn't go anywhere." Said Tracia. She was not a mother, she was a monster. 

"I ain't letting her go anywhere!" Said Emanuela, while pounding me out right in front of her. 

Tracia then closed the door and allowed the transvestite to continue raping me in her own house. After he was done he laid on my bed for three hours like he was at home or something. I threw up in the bathroom nine more times while he was asleep. After he woke up, he left, and I don't know where he went. I felt sickened and trapped. I couldn't believe that I was being molested and violated so bad. No one cared. Everyone was stinky and they all hated me. I grabbed a bottle of prescription pills and swallowed the whole thing, thinking it would be the last time that I ever woke up. Unfortunately, that plan didn't work. I woke up.

"What the f*ck!? I thought I was dead! Those pills are weak!" I yelled. Tracia was standing over me, with a sickening smirk on her heartless face.

"Keep acting like that ...hear? Keep acting funny toward people and see what I do to you!" Said the mean bully. 

What the f*ck did she mean keep acting funny?! I was being raped by a fu*king tranny! I didn't respond.

"Keep acting like people are doing something wrong to you..... Keep playing like you're so innocent.......You are the funkiest tard around here...." She continued. 

I just sat there in pain, trying to hold back more vomit. I had threw up so much, there was literally none left. Tracia then walked out of the room. I packed my things and headed for Alcapulco the next morning. As I was headed out the front door, I noticed Tracia and Emanuela carrying on a conversation like they were best friends or something. It was nasty.

After I arrived in Alcapulco at my mansion, something terrible had happened. It wasn't there anymore. There was a for sale sign on it. I guess I had left it unattended for too long. I thought that because I was a witch that everything would be taken care of. I thought wrong. I clapped my hands three times, and I was still in Alcapulco. I became even more depressed.

I checked in at a hotel near the mansion and cried all day. I wondered where my kennel went? Where did my dogs go? I wondered. I vomited and vomited because I was running out of money. I only had enough to pay for the room for three nights. What would I do on the third night? Why did I loose so much power in Vegas? 

I decided to visit a witch doctor nearby. They had the same name as my old Botanica in Louisiana. It was called La Santa Muerte Botanica. I walked in and brought a couple of books and candles. Then I went back to the hotel and lit the candles. I sat in complete silence for three nights. I didn't leave the hotel for food or for water. I was trying to gain my power back. I called a psychic hotline on checkout day. 

"Hi, how can I help you today?" Said the psychic, who's name was Tim.

"Yeah, I want to know where I will end up today?" I asked.

"Well, I can see that you have someone special in your life..." Said Tim.

"Wait no I don't, I'm single." I said.

"You sure, what about the woman with the two braids?" Said the psychic. "Her name starts with E."

"That's not my f*cking partner! I'm not in a f*cking relationship with that f*cking f*ggot!" I screamed. This psychic was a fraud. There was no way that he could consider me being raped an actual relationship.

"Well the cards are showing that you two will end up back together soon." Said Tim. I hung up the phone. The bill came to $60. I was only on the phone for 6 minutes. I checked out of the hotel and went back to the Botanica. Soon I walked in, the owner walked up to me and said,

"You'll never own another Botanica, and you'll never be sh*t. Nigger girl." I turned around and walked back out the store. I didn't react because I didn't want to go to jail in Mexico. 

I was sickened that I even brought anything from there in the first place. It was clear to me that my days in Camp San La Muerte were over and I was on my own now. The ghost said that it would never leave me, but I guess it was a liar too. Now I was faithless. I had to fight all the disgusting predators on my own. I went to the airport, but I couldn't get on the plane with Big C so I decided to get on a bus. At the bus station, there was Emanuela.

"What's up girl.... How's Mexico treating you? Ready to f*ck?.... Wait don't answer that." Said the deranged stalker. Emanuela pulled out a hotel room key.

"I'm not going anywhere with you and I don't care if you have a room!" I screamed. 

"You're the dumbest retard this world has ever seen. You have nowhere else to go. You are getting in this car and you are going to Tijuana with me whether you want to or not!" Screamed Emanuela.

He was one of the fakest people I had ever witnessed. He was a monster and a predator to the fullest. A cab pulled up to the bus station and Emanuela instructed me to get in. I rode on the long ride from Alcapulco to Tijuana, which took almost two days. I started to wonder how Emanuela was even going to pay for the cab. He was on the run. I was only allowed out of the car twice, to use the bathroom. I didn't try to escape. 

After the cab pulled up at a hotel in Tijuana, Emanuela hopped out without paying. I got out of the car and ran up behind him.

"What do you think you're doing? That ride cost $3,000!" I yelled. Why didn't he just take the bus? This guy was a real criminal, and it was starting to show. I started to believe that the gun wasn't even registered to him either, which is another crime. So far, I know that he's into theft, rape, illegal possession of a firearm, breaking and entering, stalking, and attempted murder. I did not want to be around him.

"Just go inside and hide in the stairway until I come get you." Said Emanuela. I wanted to use that opportunity to escape, but I was scared to. I sat in the stairway for several minutes and he came back.

"The room is not here, it is ten minutes away. I need you to sneak out of the backdoor and run to towards that building over there." Said the cruel, evil predator while pointing to a building nearby. The cab was still sitting out front, waiting to be paid. He had driven all the way from Alcapulco. He was stupid. He could have at least asked for half of the money up front. I walked to the nearby building and sat there until he came, which was about 30 minutes later. I don't know how he got rid of the cab driver. He walked over and said,

"Now we have to walk to the other hotel." 

Emanuela made me walk through dense bushes and forest to get to the other hotel. He didn't want to be spotted on the main highway. After arriving at the other hotel, he went straight to his room and instructed me to take a bath and get undressed. Big C started barking, and I started getting scared. 

"Please don't do this...." I cried, with tears pouring down my face.

"Stop whining girl. It's just d*ck." He said. 

Emanuela raped me inside of the hotel in Tijuana, just like he did the other times. I was scared someone would call the police and take my dog but no one ever called them. After he raped me he said,

"Now I'm going to take some pictures of that body. There's some other niggas that want to see you." He said. 

Another crime, I thought. Now this f*ggot is into human trafficking.

"Please don't traffick me!" I yelled. He pulled out his camera and started taking nude pictures. Then he posted them online to a website called NudeCallGirl.com and posted my phone number. The ad read,

Sexy Little Black Freak 

60 quick 150 hh 300 hr

I vomited again. 

"After you stop throwing up, imma need you to get ready for the first guy. He'll be here in 10 minutes." Said Emanuela, who was now turning into a pimp. I hid in the bathroom until it was a knock on the door.

"Where is she?" Asked the guy at the door.

"Come out of the bathroom! He's here!" Yelled Emanuela. I didn't come out. Big C barked again. 

"No I think I'm going to pass. I don't want to be in the room with a dog." Said the trick, before walking away. Emanuela came storming in the bathroom yelling.

"I'm going to let that dog outside! You're not going to stop me from getting my money b*tch!"  He screamed while grabbing my dog and trying to throw him outside of the room.

"No!" I yelled. I grabbed an empty wine bottle and smashed it on top of Emanuela's head. Then I grabbed his gun and grabbed Big C and took off running down the street.