Chapter Three
Mortals are disgusting, Kinzer thought.
He stood in a lineup with Jerry’s boys. Marzo had made them strip naked before entering the room.
A few uneventful days had passed. Since Kinzer’s wounds had been healing, Jerry hadn’t made him perform any services for his clients. However, as soon as his wounds became less offensive to the eyes, Jerry had decided to go ahead and throw him into their next audition lineup.
Kinzer knew he had to get to Dedrus, but he was going to have to wait until he was in fighting condition before he made an escape attempt. Otherwise, he ran the risk of getting caught and Jerry making future escape attempts even more problematic.
Jerry, Robb, and Marzo stood on the other side of the room, watching as Jerry’s client of the day, a white man nearly as big around as he was tall, paced before the line, scanning his options.
The client appeared to be in his late forties. He wore a button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top button unfastened, like he’d just gotten off work. He had a double chin that jiggled as he walked across the room. Green eyes sparkled with a look that Kinzer assumed Jerry’s boys were familiar with, a sadistic awareness of his power over them, of his control over their next sexual experience.
As the client paced, most of Jerry’s boys looked around nervously, avoiding eye contact. Some looked at the floor. Kid fixed his attention on the corner of the room. To Kinzer, he appeared unfazed, uninterested, like he’d done this so many times he didn’t care who the client picked.
This boy fascinated him. He wished he knew more about him. At the same time, the sordid horrors he was certain lay in the boy’s past troubled him. He assessed Kid’s demeanor. So disinterested, so distant, so desirable. Kinzer wondered how many times men like this grotesque creature had abused him.
He didn’t want to think about that. He didn’t like to consider the plight of mortals.
The client grabbed Kid’s bulging biceps.
“This the one you told me about?” he asked, turning to Jerry.
Jerry nodded.
Kinzer figured Kid would have to take this asshat to some sort of fucking room and have the man’s most obnoxious feature rubbing across his face as he forced his drug-induced erection into Kid’s hole for thirty minutes, maybe an hour.
Jerry tossed Kid a glare, indicating, “You know what to fucking do. Get to work.”
Kid grabbed the client’s hand and slipped through a doorway beside Jerry. Marzo tagged along behind.
Jerry turned to Robb. “His friends are upstairs. Go ahead and lead them through the back.”
“You sure you want to do this?” Robb asked.
“He'll know why,” Jerry said.
Uh-oh.
He knew this was some twisted punishment Jerry had planned. He was worried about what it might be.
***
Kid had not so affectionately nicknamed Jerry’s client Double Chin, on account of his most disgusting feature.
Marzo opened a door and ushered Kid and the client into a shithole of a room with a cot shoved in the corner. Chains, handcuffs, and a whip were strewn across the floor.
This isn't gonna be fun.
He could take it, though. Under Jerry's control, he'd dealt with plenty of violent clients. He kind of hoped that Double Chin would be just rough enough that he wouldn’t have to work for a couple of weeks.
“What are you waiting for?” Double Chin snatched Kid’s arm and slammed his chest against the concrete wall. The rough texture scratched at Kid’s nipples.
Kid felt something sharp against his neck.
A knife?
“Ah!” Kid whimpered as a blade pierced through his skin.
