Gerald is sitting in his lowrider, cruising the streets making his rounds. As a pimp he spends the largest amount of time cruising the street checking up on his bitches, making sure they are earning his paper. It is a gloomy night to be a bitch on, the night sky thick with dark clouds. The rolling thunder rumbling over the city while the street is bombarded by heavy rain. It is a poor night to be a bitch indeed, but still Gerald knows no matter how bad the weather them bitches need to be on them corners. Paper don't make itself after all. As Gerald cruises the streets he takes note of the women standing on the corners, in his lap is his bitch bible. A notebook with the name of every bitch under his wing and which streets they work, as he passes he puts a little tick next to their name in the notebook. Bitch after bitch spots his trade mark low rider and gives him a wave or blows him a kiss, occasionally Gerald pulls up to utter a few words of encouragement to one of his bitches. He likes to keep a personal touch.

Gerald finds himself at the end of the street and much to his surprise he does not spot one of his bitches on the corner. Slowly he cruises closer to the corner and starts to wonder if she is down an alley somewhere with a "client". As Gerald stops right on the corner he spots a black high heel shoe laying in a puddle on the side walk, puzzled Gerald puts his hand brake on and switches off the engine. Reluctant to get out of the car into the pouring rain Gerald slowly rolls down his window and scans the area for any signs of his bitch. A few moments pass and Gerald reaches for the keys to switch the ignition back on when he hears shouting coming from an alleyway. Gerald listens for a moment and can just make out a man and woman's voice,  Gerald roll's up his window and gets out of the car. Gerald walks to the high heel on the pavement on the side walk and picks it up. As he inspects the high heel he hears the shouting getting much louder, now the woman's voice sounding rather panicked and desperate.

Gerald begins to approach the alley way cautiously, stopping by the corner he slightly leans his head round to take a peak. He glimpses a man shoving a woman round a corner knocking her over a row of metal bins. Gerald see's that the woman has only one high heel on and strikingly resembles one of his bitches. Gerald slowly makes his way around the corner as silently as he can. Watching the aggressive man push the bitch round the next corner and out of sight, Gerald moves a little faster trying to silently creep up on the couple. As Gerald approaches the knocked over bins the alleyway echos with a blood curdling scream, Followed by muffled sobbing and squelching gargling sounds. Gerald sprints to the corner and pokes his head around. Gerald's heart sinks in his chest as he is met with the sight of his bitch pinned up against a wall by the aggressive man, one of his hands covering her mouth while the other is firmly gripping a knife handle which is deeply in bedded into her gut. Her eyes rolling desperately around as blood begins to trickle through the mans fingers covering her mouth, The man twists the knife furiously and then jerks it to the side slicing through her cut, disembowelling her.

The aggressive man slowly pulls the knife out and allows some of her guts to spill, he removes his hand from over her mouth and tells her to beg for her life. The bitch has spotted Gerald sneaking round the corner and positioning himself behind the aggressive punter. She makes eye contact with Gerald and tries to speak to him  "Da....Dad......Daddy....". The punter turns around and to his surprise finds himself face to face with Pimp Gerald. Gerald swings out his arm and bitch

the man round the face before he has a moment to register Gerald's presence, Gerald follows up the bitch slap with a knee to the groin. The man doubles over in pain, Gerald takes a hold of his head lifting it slightly and then forcing it down while he drives his knee up connecting the with mans nose and breaking it. Gerald begins to push the man back towards the walk frequently driving his knee full force into his face while he moves him. Gerald stands the now quite tenderised man up and takes a hold of each side of his coat firmly, Throwing every bit of his weight into it Gerald spins the man around and throws him into the wall as hard as he can, The man connects hard with the wall and hits the ground grunting in agony. 

​​​​​​​Gerald stands over the man with a murderous expression on his face, the man reaches up and grabs a hold of Gerald's leg. Gerald kneels down trapping the mans hand under his knee, Gerald places his left and on the mans shoulder and pins it down to the ground. Gerald stares into the mans eyes for a moment as a malicious and painful teeth bearing expression spreads across Gerald's face, Gerald begins to raise his arm and bring his fist down hard into the mans face, again and again and again Gerald punches the man in his face with all his weight and strength. With ever blow a cut appears and gets bigger, blood begins to fly off of the mans face with every strike, Fast and faster, harder and harder Gerald continues to punch the mans face, the mans body begins to relax and go limp. Gerald removes his hand pinning down the mans shoulder and begins to pummel his face with both hands, one after the other. Gerald can now begin to hear the mans jaw fracturing and breaking, he can feels his eye sockets becoming softer with every blow where his skull is being destroyed. Gerald slows down with his punches and gets to his feet. The man whos face is now no longer recognisable does not appear to be conscious any more and may be in a very deep and irreversible coma. Through all the blood on the mans face Gerald see's small bubbles appearing over what is left of the mans mouth, After all that the scum bag is still breathing. 

Gerald reaches out for the knife used to disembowel his bitch and takes a firm hold of it, Without hesitating he drives it deeply into one side of the mans throat and drags it to the side slashing his neck wide open. Gerald watches for a moment as the blood now pours from the mans neck and pools around his head and torso. Gerald hears a feint whisper "Daddy....." He turns to see his bitch now laying flat on her back, one hand covering her stab wound and the other slightly raised off of the ground. Gerald walks over to her, Getting down onto his knees her takes a hold of her, sits her up and pulls her in close so she is resting on his knees, Brushing her blood and rain soaked hair out of her face he tries to comfort her. They both know she is done for, she has lost a lot of blood and most of her organs are punctured if not cut nearly in two. The rain now trickling down Gerald's head and face begins to mix with tears and Gerald begins to calm down and the gravity of the situation hits him. He pulls the bitch in close to his chest and kisses her forehead rocking back and forth slowly, he cuddles her deep into his chest as if holding ones own child.  Slowly the life begins to face and he feels her body go limp in his arms. Gerald continues to hold her for some time, slowly Gerald begins to make his way to his feet. He picks up the bitch in his arms, her blood trickling through his arms and all down his legs. He makes his way to the alleyway exit and onto the street. Looking down the street he spots his car and begins to make his way toward it. The whole time holding tightly onto his bitch. Tears still rolling down his cheek, he vows to find her the best spot in the city to be buried, with the most expensive head stone. 

i will literally pay someone to proof read my stuff. so many mistakes i didnt spot 

Walking down the streets he saw Pimp-Gerald, there was already some stories about this man so Sirius approached him

"Hello man, i've heard about you. You the one making money with all those girls around the town working the night shift right?" asked Sirius and after hearing a short "Yeah" from the man he continues "Please tell me more about how you started, what's your story?" he asked with a smile and lit a cigar