Serial Volume Three by Lily White, Jaden Wilkes

of the hall, I located what I was after. Inside the pocket of a pair of dirty and blood soaked skinny jeans was a plastic baggy full of the white, chunky powder that would make this girl as amenable to my plan as I needed her to be.
    I found a razor blade in the medicine cabinet and I had a dollar bill in my pocket. I guess Billy had been good for something after all. If it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t have known what tools were useful to a cokehead.
    I re-entered the room where she was held and realized I didn’t have a key to free her of the padlocks Jude had locked on her chains. Fuck. I’d have to perform the first part of this plan on my own and use this bitch to finish it when I returned. Shaking the baggie in her direction, I smiled when her eyes lit up with need.
    “I’m going to let you have this while I’m gone. It might help numb some of the pain from your injuries. I need to find a bolt cutter to free you of those chains. Do me a favor and stay quiet, okay? If you work with me on this, I’ll let you go.”
    Her head nodded quickly, her greedy hands reaching out for the drugs. I set the baggie, the razor and the dollar bill on the table within her reach before looking up and saying, “I’ll be back.”
    Guess her baby’s life wasn’t much after all because I could hear the razor tapping along the table as soon as I entered the halls.
    ***
    Cruising the streets of my old neighborhood, I looked at the prostitutes walking around without a care in the world. They glanced at every car that drove by, only approaching when the cars slowed down and the drivers lowered the windows. No wonder Jude preferred whores. They were so easy to abduct.
    I pulled up to a corner where three bitches were standing about, each one of them wearing skirts so short, they had to shave just so hair didn’t hang down below the hem of the tight cloth. I was disgusted, but smiled anyway when I rolled down the window of the expensive car I was driving. The prostitute bent down to look in the window, surprise in her eyes to see that a woman was in the driver’s seat.
    “Looking for a date, honey? I’m not sure I’m your type.” She laughed and I smelled the alcohol rolling off her breath.
    “You might be. Maybe I like to get a little cunt every once in a while. It’s a free world, right? You into it?”
    She nodded her head and asked, “How much you offering? My body can be had by all…for a price, of course.”
    She had beautiful light brown skin and dark eyes that were lined with kohl. Her hair was long and straight, the silver clips of the extensions peeking out from behind the short hair on her head. Didn’t matter what she looked liked. It only mattered that I got her in the car.
    “I’ve got whatever you need. Now get in. I can’t sit around here too long. We might attract attention.”
    She laughed as she pulled the door open and slid into the bucket seat. “Oh please, baby girl. Most cops are looking for men when they’re meeting their quota for the month. If they see me with you, they’ll just think you’re a friend or another whore.” Her hand reached over and squeezed my thigh, sliding up to rest between my legs. Oddly, the touch was turning me on.
    “Oh, baby girl, you’re burning up with need down here. Tell you what. I’ll do you good for a hundred even, what do you say?”
    “Sounds like a fair price,” I replied and decided that maybe I’d let her show me what she was capable of before I used her to free the love of my life from jail.
    Zipping back to the warehouse didn’t take long, even with the ten-minute stop I’d made at a hardware store to buy a set of bolt cutters. Edye, or whatever the hell the name was that she gave me, didn’t seem to question my need for picking up a heavy tool on our way to the warehouse we were now walking up to.
    “What kind of place is this, baby girl? With a car like that, I’d have thought you’d have a nice home or something.”
    “Can’t take you