“Whadda ya want?” I muttered, rubbing the palms of my hands into my eyes. Maybe if I wished hard enough, he’d go away and never return.
“You, to leave this place.” Well, that was two of us. I’d be happy to leave. This place had been the longest one I’d been to. And I had a feeling it’d be where I’d die.
“Gladly.”
“Why? Why is it you of all the boys that come through that door? What makes you so freaking likable? You follow orders fine, but we all do! I don’t get it.”
I didn’t either.
I slowly pushed myself to sit back against the wall. As I moved, I forgot I was naked, but that didn’t really matter. We did, after all, have the same parts.
“I was to wear that dress this year. I was the one who was to be passed along to everyone, selling my body to make Mr. S happy. You didn’t even know what you were doing! It’s not fair!”
“I’d happily go back in time and switch your spots.” My voice was quiet, my eyes on my lap. “You can feel the pain I’m currently in. You can try to figure out if remembering what happened will help you come to terms with the bruises and aches. Hell,” I lifted my head enough to make eye contact with Will. His eyes glared at me, like it was all my fault, no matter what I said. “You can go ahead and kill me, take my spot, and claim whatever rule you think I’m in.”
There was more to say, but what would the point of it be? Will wasn’t going to let go of his anger and jealousy. No sane person would want the attention like I had it here.
“One day, number eight, you will wish you never appeared on Mr. S’s radar. You will pay for being his favorite. And I’m going to make your life hell for the rest of the time you are here.”
“My life already is hell.” There wasn’t anything this boy could do. He may be a tad bit younger than me, but we were both in the same set of shoes, so to speak.
Both of us are slaves to this world. If we weren’t here, we’d be somewhere else.
“Oh, you know nothing yet,” Will declared, standing from the bed. His eyes were dark with smokey fire.
A part of me knew I should be scared of him, but what could he possibly do that wasn’t already done to me?
The only times we were alone were like right now, and that was far and in between. There was nothing in this room that could be used to hurt me, anyway. Plus, if he somehow managed to do so, there are cameras watching our every move.
Instead of saying another thing, knowing it would do next to nothing to show him I wasn’t the threat he was making me out to be, I slipped from the bed.
I mentally wished there was a door to the bathroom that I could slam, but since there wasn’t, I started one of the showers. My time wallowing alone and in pain had to be over.
Mr. S would demand my presence soon enough. Surely someone who said I was his favorite wouldn’t be able to go too long without seeing me. Bruises and all.
Chapter 8
The days mixed together. They always did.
As the days went by, I slowly allowed Erik to know more about me. Not much, but enough to make him think I could be his friend. I wasn’t friend material or family for that matter.
That’s what Erik kept saying. We were all family since we lived in the same room and breathed the same air. He was the one who led us, picked us up when the tears wouldn’t stop after a client hurt one of us too much, or was just there for us to lean on. Well, he was there for the others. I didn’t want his comfort. I couldn’t.
I knew if I took it, Will would only glare at me, and threaten me more with things that he thought got to me. And, Mr. S was no doubt watching us all.
Like today.
I was kneeling on the plush carpet, and Mr. S and Carson were talking about expanding some products. The product was us boys, but I refused to think about it. I didn’t entirely want more men touching me, looking at me, or demanding me. My ass was still sore from before.
As I knelt, I could feel his seed seeping from my back end, trailing down my bent legs. Normally, he would send me back to the room with the other boys after he was done, but not today.
It had been weeks since the bruises had all but faded, leaving me back to having soft and clear skin. Although, Mr. S had been sad to see the marks leave, and wanted to see me take more.
I still didn’t know what happened, and I was more than okay with that. The less I knew, the better. That was my motto lately anyway.
“We can create another holding room,” Mr. S mused. “I am due for some upgrades.”
“But is it wise to add more, Sir? It’s hard to come by the certain aspects that you like as it is.”
