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Tory P, the self-proclaimed "King of the Game," oozed charisma and menace in equal measure. With a swagger reminiscent of a Drip God π¦and a crew of loyal soldiers ready to kill at his command, he ruled his empire with an iron fist wrapped in velvet.
"Yea, da bih want diamonds and bags, so I tell her she have to exchange her ass to get cash, understand me," Tory P drawled, his voice dripping with a mix of honey and venom. "Bih gone say she love me, bih if you love me you'll strut and bring more bucks, ya hear? Buccaneers, and do something to make me feel good!"
His assistant P burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls of the lavish office. Tory P, ever the chameleon, seamlessly switched to his professional persona, discussing his plans for domination with the cold precision of a chess grandmaster.
"We need to take over all the blades, tryna knock another P broad each week," he commanded, his eyes glinting with ambition. "Each girl couldn't come in at night if they dont have a grande a night! The more the company gain profit , the more we charge for choosing fee."
Tory P's empire extended far beyond the streets. He had his fingers in music, jewelry, and real estate, with a stable of girls dominating the OnlyFans scene. He demanded complete control, instructing his team to hire undercover operatives to monitor his girls' every move.
"I need all the passcodes to all OnlyFans pages we have," he barked. "We need to see who all cuffing, who making other pages without our knowing."
When Nadia entered the room, Tory P's gaze locked onto her like a predator sizing up its prey. "Bih, come to me," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "If I made my baby mom sell her soul on a pole, what u think I'm giving you? Tips to make me rich, bitch. Come to me now!"
Nadia fought back the shiver that ran down her spine. She had always dreamed of a life of luxury and love, but the reality of her choices weighed heavily on her soul. With a father serving a life sentence and a mother who taught her to chase men with money, Nadia had fallen into Tory P's web before she even realized the danger.
As she approached the man who held her life in his hands, Nadia silently wondered how she had strayed so far from the path she once imagined for herself. The glitter of the game had blinded her to the darkness lurking beneath the surface, and now she found herself trapped in a world where her body was nothing more than a commodity to be bought and sold.
But deep within her heart, a flicker of hope still burned. Nadia knew that somewhere out there, a better life awaited her - a life where she could be more than just a pawn in someone else's twisted game. And as she looked into Tory P's cold, calculating eyes, she made a silent vow to herself: one day, she would break free from these chains and reclaim her destiny, no matter the cost
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