Dear God,

I know I’ve never been that perfect angel that you’ve always wanted me to be. I know I haven’t been exactly evil either, but if you will please answer this letter, I will forever be grateful.

You see, I’m very sick. The doctors say they can help me if I actually go to the hospital, but you see I don’t have the money anymore. I’ve been rejected from my family, and they will no longer help me. So, I guess, I’m refusing to go to the hospital, even if I should. I just want to live my last moments, however long that may be; a hour, a day, a week, a month, or even a year, but I want to live it with someone who can cherish me, who can hold me close, and give me those few fleeting moments of love that I’ve always wished for.

So, god will you please answer this plea for some sort of help or sign. I really need it. I’m assuming you hate me for all the horrible deeds I have done in my lifetime, but honestly, I need just a sense of closure when I die. I can get the closure by meeting the love of my life. If you can help me with this, when I come to the pathways, I promise to thank you.

Sincerely,
MacKenzie Rae 

I held the letter close to me as I stepped outside of my little home. I looked around and felt the freezing wind blow through me. I smiled faintly and let the letter go. I watched it soar far into the clouds, where I hopped someone would answer my plea, even if it was addressed to God.

I smirked sexually at all the hungry men, throwing money at me. Occasionally I would crawl over to one and carefully take the money in my hand, sliding the money down my body, and underneath the thin strap of my thong.

I was an exotic dancer. It was one of these easiest ways for me to keep money in my pocket. Of course, I felt disgusting and cheap while doing it, but I kept my bills paid and a roof of my head. Most of the men here, were disgusting, filthy pigs, that had no wives, or for the few that did, they were just here to get some excitement after work before they had to go home and be whacked down by their wives.

Occasionally you got the drop dead sexy man, who had no wife, and wanted hard-core sex, but those men were rare, and when they came, usually I was the bar maid, and I didn’t get to dance; which to me was a bummer. Sometimes, a few men would flirt with me, but I usually shrugged them off, wanting a man who would love me, not just fuck me.

Right now, I was swaying my hips to Avenged Sevenfold’s ‘Unholy Confessions’. My name was Se7en, and I only danced to Avenged Sevenfold. See us girls, we choose one made and a number. That’s all we were allowed. Some girls were those romantically sweet girls, who would dance to something like Kelly Clarkson, or some odd country shit. Then we had the girls that were into the pop, artists like Katy Perry. We also had the dub-step twins; one would dance to Skrillex, the other Deadmau5. Finally we had the one, the only, hard-core, danger-loving, screamo-dancing girl - me. I had the weekends, mainly Friday and Saturday, to dance, because those were the days when the more aggressive men came in, and I was the one who could handle them the best.

My outfit right now consisted of a tight leather thong, black electrical tape over my nipples, and a submissive collar around my neck, with a broken chain moving around in between my breasts. My hair was perfectly straight, and it covered my bright green eyes, that threw most people off, that’s why I kept them covered by my hair.

Caught up in this madness too blind to see
Woke animal feelings in me
Took over my sense and I lost control
I'll taste your blood tonight 

‘Scream’ came on, and I grinned viciously. I licked my lips slowly, and ran my hand slowly down my body. I didn’t like poles, so we removed it for my performances.

You know I make you wanna scream
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your time 

I removed my hair out of my eyes and swayed my hips seductively. I watched as five men came through the door, and their eyes instantly went to me. I smirked at them, and wiggled my fingers. They were instantly at the front.
The one I noticed was the big, muscular one. I smirked at him, and my hips jutted forward in a sexual way when he smirked and winked back.

Relax while you're closing your eyes to me
So warm as I'm setting you free
With your arms by your side there's no struggling
Pleasure's all mine this time 

I twirled on my toes, turning around to all the guys. I bent forward and shook my ass, as I sung, along. I knew there were a few that could hear me, and those men were the one’s who hollered for more. I spun around and I fell to my knees, crawling forward to my prey, Mr. Muscles.

You know I make you wanna scream
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your time 

Mr. Muscles, grabbed my collar, smirking darkly. He leaned forward and grazed his tongue against my jaw line. I moaned softly, just for him. I grabbed his hand, and licked his middle finger, before I sat back on my heels and stood up.

Suddenly the music stopped, I smirked darker, as the room became bitch black. I could hear the men utter words of confusion. This was my big finish. I rushed backstage, where I quickly changed into a cloak with a thing string like bikini on. It covered my nipples, and delved into my womanly lips and ass.

Relax while you're closing your eyes to me
So warm as I'm setting you free
With your arms by your side there's no struggling
Pleasure's all mine this time 

The music started back up, and the hood of my cloak was still up as I slowly walked out, two other dancers right behind me. We let out a low scream of pleasure, as the lights came back on. We moved in sync, our hips swiveling and shaking in one harmonized routine. Though the men couldn’t see exactly what it looked like, we still danced.

You know I make you wanna scream
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your time 

We through the hoods of cloaks down, and I connected eyes with Mr. Muscles. He mouthed the words to me. I smirked and gave another thrust to him. The two other girls connected and began a powerful make out session, to gain attention and money. A male dancer, who was my partner when we did Ladies and Men’s night, came out.

Cherishing, those feelings pleasuring
Cover me, unwanted clemency
Scream till there's silence
Scream while there's life left, vanishing
Scream from the pleasure unmask your desire
Perishing. 

I got next to me, almost in my face, where he grazed his sharpened teeth against my cheek. I shivered. Then before I knew it, he had completely ripped my cloak off. Revealing my body to the crazy men. The other two girls had left, so now it was he and I. Mr. Muscles looked pissed. I smirked at him, as I screamed and fell to my knees.

We've all had a time where we've lost control,
We've all had our time to grow,
I'm hoping I'm wrong but I know I'm right,
I'll hunt again one night. 

Lance, my partner, picked me up. He smirked at me, and I smirked back. We then locked into a fiery kiss. I heard a few growls and smirked. I pushed Lance away, looking frightened as I quickly crawled my way to Mr. Muscles, and grabbed his shirt collar.

You know I make you wanna scream,
You know I make you wanna run from me baby,
But know it's too late you've wasted all your time. 

He grabbed my collar and pulled me close, as he sang the lyrics in my ear. I shivered. His voice was the exact same, I glanced at the other men, they looked faintly familiar. I was released. I was then pulled up by Lance, grabbing one of the thin straps. I moaned softly. I looked at Mr. Muscles; I stared at him, then my eyes widened.

Cherishing, those feelings pleasuring,
Cover me, unwanted clemency,
Scream till there's silence,
Scream while there's life left, vanishing,
Scream from the pleasure unmask your desire.
Perishing. 

Lance held me against him, rubbing my taught nipples, which were now exposed. Mr. M. Shadows, smirked. He was enjoying this. I struggled against Lance, as an act. I really enjoyed it though.

Some live repressing their instinctive feelings,
Protest the way we're built don't point the blame on me. 

Lance did the ultimate thing, that sent me for a loop. He completely tore the rest of the thin material I had on. I was completely exposed. My eyes widened, and I crumbled down, trying to hide what little dignity I had left. I stared at Lance, shocked he would do something so horrible to me. He grinned cruelly at me, and I whimpered.

Scream, scream, scream the way you would if I ravaged your body,
Scream, scream, scream the way you would if I ravaged your mind. 

The music continued, but the crowd was silent. Slowly, the music did die down. I could hear the girls and crew whispering back there. I could hear my heartbeat. Lance, I knew, could smell my fear. My chest heaved as slow, little tears were released down my face.

Lance laughed at me, “You pathetic little fool! I was wondering when you would wake up and realize that you were nothing. You’re only still here because you’re fucking the boss!” I gasped. He had no right to say that. It was a false statement.

I shook my head, and whispered quietly, “Liar.” It was then that crowd became in an uproar, screaming at Lance to kill himself or things among those lines.

I shivered. I was cold. No, I felt empty. That was worse than being cold.

I felt someone place a jacket around me. I looked up, and met the gorgeous eyes of M. Shadows. I frowned and looked down. He then knelt down in front of me.

“What is your name?” He asked softly, as though he was trying not to scare me. He knew I was fragile.

“Se7en.” I answered. He shook his head.

“No, your real name,” He stared at me intently.

“MacKenzie Rae,” I paused. “I go by Kenzie, though.” I glanced up, his face held a small smile. Then he reached into a pocket and pulled out a letter, unfolded it, and held it out.

Notes

So, I have this entire story, finished. 

I know not everything is perfect in here, like wording and grammar, but I'm still working on everything.