Tricks for Treats:

Simone’s Notes:

Prostitution is the business or practice of engaging in sexual relations in exchange for payment or some other benefit. Prostitution is sometimes described as commercial sex. A person who works in this field is called a prostitute, and is a kind of sex worker. Prostitution is one of the branches of the sex industry. The legal status of prostitution varies from country to country, sometimes from region to region within a given country, ranging from being permissible but unregulated, to an enforced or unenforced crime, or a regulated profession. It is sometimes referred to euphemistically as "the world's oldest profession". Estimates place the annual revenue generated by prostitution worldwide to be over $100 billion.

Edward looked over at Elle as they walked back to the apartment complex.

“Elle?” he asked. She glared at him.

“What?” she asked.

“Why do you hate men so much?”

“I already told you!”

“Tell me again.”

Elle sneered and rolled her eyes. “It’s a long story.”

“We have all night.”

“Then will you shut up and leave me alone.”

“Sure thing.”

Elle puffed up her cheeks. “Fine, men have all betrayed me.”

Edward gave her a strange look. “That’s it?”

“Yes.” She glared at him. “Got a problem with that?”

“No.”

“You have a funny way of admitting it.”

“Okay, okay. Tell me why.”

Elle pressed her hand to forehand and groaned. “Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

She puffed up her cheeks. “Anything to shut you up.”

Elle looked up at the sky. “Let me ask you something, have you ever used somebody?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean really use someone. Not like for our food.”

Edward frowned, confused. “No…”

“Well, I have been used. Many times. By my dad, my boyfriends, my pimp, and my drug dealers.”

“Maybe it’s you.”

Elle cut him a cold glare. “Excuse me?”

Edward put up his hands. “I’m just saying…”

She snorted. “Then don’t…” Elle noticed the apartment complex a few feet away.

“Anything else?”

Edward tilted his head. “Huh?”

“What else do you want to know about me? It you don’t have anything else, please kindly shut the fuck up.” She looked at him with frozen eyes.

“Well, do you?”

“No…”

“Can we stop talking now?”

Edward sighed. “Okay.”

“Thank you.”

The incubus alchemist frowned. He still couldn’t get her.