Story of a gambler (the survivor)

Made by: Angel O

I was many things in life, a daughter, a thief, a cultist, a gambler, a mother and finally a murderer.

My story started at a young age of 8, my dad was a drug addict and he would always mercilessly cheat on my mother normally they would just argue or fight a little, but that night as they were arguing I heard a loud scream and came to check. There she was my mum lying on the floor covered the blood I don't fully remember which object he used but I know it was huge and black and was inserted in her stomach area. She didn't speak but as she looked at me I knew what she wanted to say she was apologising probably feeling sorry for leaving me so early in life, for having to put up with their fights each night. At that time I don't know what came over me I couldn't cry and I couldn't even make a sound, tears were refusing to come out and my dad just stood there I guess he was too high to understand what he had done, suddenly I heard the siren of a police car the neighbours must have heard the screams. From that day I never smiled again.

I got adopted and my adopted parents were nice and they always tried to make me happy or just see me smile but I just couldn't I didn't have the energy to. They did take me to school and had very high expectations for me but I knew I would let them down so why bother trying. School was like torture for me, probably because of my vibe or whatever nobody approached me to be my friend if anything they were scared of me and as time passed by I started getting envious of the people around me those who would always pop up to class with a huge smile those who seemed to be friends with everyone, generally accepted and filled with laughter so I did what seemed right at the time I bullied and made trouble, lots and lots of trouble and the more trouble I caused the more my adopted parents lost faith in me and eventually gave up on me and since I was SUCH A FAILURE, they decided to adopt another child, a child that will surely not fail them...So me being me joined a cult.

We bullied, stole, vandalised, smoked and would regularly sneak to parties and bars, there I was introduced to Mr Big-

- known for being one of the Top 10 gamblers in my country and a drug addict and trafficker, he saw me and chose me. I honestly didn't care at that time, it was like an achievement for me and that how by the age of 15 I lost my virginity. I came back to the bar more regularly after that just like he asked, he started calling me "his favourite girl" and filled me with all the love I taught I deserved every night, I taught to myself 'my body can please someone, it made someone want me' and because of Mr Big my life changed completely.

When he invited me to one of his games, seeing how people gambled and put everything on the line for a game made me excited so I smiled I smiled for the first time and I couldn't stop through out the game, that night I made sure to make him feel how happy I was and give him my best in bed and since then he would take me to all of his games and people knew not to mess with me, I was known as "his woman". The power I never imagine I would have suddenly became my life my title... but this was just the beginning.

Made by: Angel O

Mr Big never said much about himself, not his family nor his age not even his real name so I took it upon myself to believe his about 30 or so he looked that way to me. He was truly filled with secrets, I had to know him for a whole 3 years before I found out he had a torture room. At the age of 18 I saw how cruel he could be, he invited me to this room and told me to watch carefully what happens to the people who betray him, the whole site was irritating I could see old blood stains from former victims, some of their remaining parts as well it was obvious his men didn't border cleaning up when their through. But watching as they brutally tortured the man I started remembering my past and what happened to my mum unconsciously I cried I cried silently, I was so out of shape to pay attention if Biggie(nick name I call Mr Big) noticed me but it seemed like he didn't because he later came to me after the whole thing and applauded me for not making a fuss about things, from that day I accompanied him there regularly and believe me it was torture each time.

One day after we were done drinking and waisting our night doing nothing but partying he asked for a one on one game of 'blackjack' since i've been watching him play I did well and he also seemed impressed so he kept on teaching me different techniques in different games daily and surprisingly soon I surpassed him, it was then he started calling me "his perfect doll". I began to represent him, doing all his matches for him ,I knew this was what I'm meant to be, 'since I wasn't good at anything else this will be my life' ,atleast before I occasionally thought about my future but now I know there's no turning back, I was now officially a gambler.

I thought all I needed was love from the man who gave me meaning and made me smile, love from the games he introduced me to, entertainment from my everyday life but at 20 I became pregnant with Biggie's child. I somehow knew this day will come I think we all knew but chose to keep messing around, oddly enough I felt unsure to tell him the news, why? Well because once in the past I brought up the topic and he didn't take it too likely, he clearly and strictly told me that one day if I ever had a child he would abandon me, but that was when I was not useful to him, when I was 17, a age I couldn't contribute anything to him so I mustered up the courage and told him but he did something I never taught he would. He locked me up, at first he made me choose between aborting the child or loosing favour with him and considering my past I just couldn't loose my child and just like that I became his prisoner only brought out to do his games and fill his desire which was I guess his way of killing my unborn child.

I didn't complain, I felt I didn't have the right to but I did become my old pathetic self, not being able to talk or show emotion just having the same depressing look and doing exactly what I was told to like a slave, a doll. I guess being called the Perfect doll suits me well.

Made: Angel O.

The only time I remember truly showing emotion was when he took my baby, I was unconscious when the surgery started I guess his sexual attempts to kill my child worked in a way because he was born prematurely. After I regained consciousness Mr Big was there staring at me, I knew something was wrong and kept on anxiously asking about my child, but he just stared and stared and kept on staring deep into my soul he didn't communicate but I'm sure he was laughing about how far I'd falling and took this opportunity to punish me more with that simple look, after a long while he finally replied to my questions and in conclusion he took my child, saying he would be of use to him in the future ahead then left. I felt my whole world crumbling, the very thing I didn't want to happen did, I felt like I was slowly going insane. That night I swore to escape at any cost with my baby.

It was hard to set my plan in motion, cause since then they never let me out, not to play nor to even have the weekly dreadful sexual activities, he had completely shut me out. About six months later I finally had my opportunity, his men brought me out to train me for an upcoming game against SNAKE-

though I never saw him in person, I heard he's one of the Top 5 best and had all the women going crazy for him. He was known as SNAKE because his games always hits were it hurts, it would feel like your being hunted never having a chance to fight back, like a deadly poison all you can do is try and outrun the effects (btw they call Mr Big the 'heavy dealer' for those who wants to know). The training went on for a week and when the time finally came, I felt the immense pressure, the chase it was like every move I did he had a counterattack, he made me look like a crappy newbie. I unsurprisingly lost, but before he felt, he gave me his number and called me exceptionally, I slightly blushed though its embarrassing I'll admit it, the rumors were right he looked so so...

Well Biggie was pissed, apparently the deal they made would affect if Biggie was going to have his title and become the Top5. That night he brought me to his torture room and first made everybody watch as he stripped me then told them to leave, when the left ordered me to ***** as I came closer he started ***** and *****(sorry for age restriction purposes) till I bled I knew I needed to irritate him more, in order for him to stand and for me to strike, so I did. I started talking back and talking shit till he finally became furious enough to stand up, come closer and looked me in the eye as if he was fully prepared to murder me, well I was and I made it quick using a needle I found on the floor and stabbed it hard enough into his neck. My hands were still shaking but I managed to lose his mouth just in case he would screem after few seconds I noticed he had died. I prayed to God to let me find an escape route out because his men were outside the door and they would surely get suspicious if they no longer heard me screaming in pain, thankfully God answered my prayers, the room had a vent big enough for someone as skinny as me to enter(I lost a lot of weight while locked up). I ran as fast as I could to the main house I knew my place around so I easily avoided the guards, after a short while I found him, my baby.

I stole one of Biggie's car and rushed out, I think that's when they finally noticed me but I was too far gone though they chased me, I still shook them off my tail and later abandoned the car at an ally I had to walk a long distance to a far hotel. The receptionist must have noticed me hovering but didn't care she even looked like she was about to call security on me because of how I currently looked until I showed her some money which I used to book a room for one night. When I relaxed every emotion I was suppressing burst open, the fear and guilt of killing someone; someone so powerful, someone I loved, someone who gave my life meaning, someone I had my child for. I sobbed like a child for what felt like hours. I finally stopped but kept contemplating, the irony of how my dad killed my mum and I killed my son's father. I really am my father's daughter.