Why does life always have to be so difficult?

Sophia had spent her entire life cultivating a bright future, despite her horrid upbringing. Mom worked seven days a week and Dad gambled away most of their money on a pretty frequent basis, but that didn't dissuade the bright young girl. Working her way through school, struggling and fighting her way to the top of the heap, Sophia's rise to valedictorian was straight out of a saccharine Hollywood flick. By the time she had graduated from high school, she was guaranteed a spot at almost any school that she wanted.

Good things, however, never come without a cost. Dad's gambling got worse.

Historically, Mom had wrestled control over their accounts away from her Father. With a fair amount of frequency, it was almost expected that her Father would find some way to drag them into some stupid bullshit. Under normal circumstances, her mother's income would be enough to allow a family of three to live somewhat decently, combined with her father's they'd be able to live well! Gambling addictions, however, are financially and emotionally crushing. By the time Sophia was 9, their house had a second mortgage, by age 12 her father was blacklisted from every legitimate casino in town. It took all her mother could muster to start working down the credit card bills, mortgages, monthly bills...she'd be working until the day she died.

Addicts have always gotta get that next fix, though. Dad was fiending, and bad after he was blacklisted...that's how he met them.

Debts to criminals aren't like debts to banks, for those of you who aren't aware. If you're a high-risk, you're talking an interest rate of 11-14%, high enough risk? Take your ass down the road. But criminals? Upwards of 25%. Default? They'll crack your fuckin' skull on the pavement and still expect their money. Dad got involved with them...and they came a'knockin for their payment.

Some Time Later

The feeling of the pole still sent shivers down Sophia's spine. You wouldn't know it, but she was still relatively new at dancing – just months before she was one of their serving girls, dropping off drinks at the tables and passing off the tips to her new masters. Body put on display on the pole, Sophia had long since abandoned any amount of dignity that she'd had. Men would approach, and she'd present the spaghetti thong they'd graciously allowed her to take whatever cash the patrons deigned to give her. Another man, another faux smile. The tattoo they'd forced upon her was just covered by the fabric of her undergarment.

It would just be another day...she'd hoped. Rumor had it, the gang needed more...”live entertainment” in their own personal section of the club...and Sophia was still their favorite.

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