“Wake up! Your lover boy’s here!”

I jerk up from the thin plank I was sleeping on as cold dishwater splashed over me.

“It’s that old bastard again, huh?” asked Joselito beside me. “I bet he’ll nag you `bout that fated pair crap again. As if there’s any room for ‘fate’ where we’re at.”

I kept silent.

I don’t believe in that shit either, but I can’t deny the fact that I do feel strange whenever I’m with the old bastard.

And that I feel even stranger every time he leaves.

“You brats better get ready, your customers are comin’,” said Arthuro who was still busy dousing the rest of the kids with cold soapy water.

“Are you feeling okay, Alejandro?” asked Morel, “You were up all night with three omegas, right?”

He’s one of the new kids. The older ones don’t give a fuck no more. I looked at him with pity and sighed.

“Want to take my place, then?”

The kid turned pale.

As a 9 year old omega, he was still having it easy, especially in the Red Raven where the specialty is ‘Hot Young Alphas for Omegas in Heat’.

“Hey, Mr. Valdez is waiting,” Arthuro called me once again, “Don’t make him get even nastier than he already is.”

I went down stairs three minutes later and found the fat bastard already playing with a group of young alphas. He looked up even before he saw me, smelling the air and grinning hideously when our eyes met.

“Ah, my sweet lemon grass! Did you miss me?” he said, holding out two fat hands covered in thick gold rings encrusted with gemstones. “It’s been three days since I last saw you, and already, my ass gets so wet that I keep slipping off my seat!”

He called me closer as he laughed like a pig being butchered. I had no choice but to obey, as the stench of rotten cheese filled my nostrils.

“So, were you sad while I was gone?” he pulled me closer and trapped me between his flabby legs. I couldn’t help but flinch as his sweaty hands groped my body, slipping my shirt off my shoulder.

“I missed you too, Mr. Valdez, why do you always take so long to visit me?” I said with a pout, noting how the perverted look in his face got even more lewd.

He may be my worst customer to date, but he’s also the only one who has money enough to buy me out of this hell hole.

“I missed you too, my little Alejandro, especially this tight little ass of yours.”

I shiver as he cupped my ass with both hands, squeezing them.

“Mr. Valdez, not here, there are other people around...” I said, acting coy.

I stare as his small eyes burned even brighter with lust.

These are the small things you should notice when you’re with a customer.

It can spell the difference between pissin’ them off, and surviving another day.

You learn to recognize it in this business, and you need to say the right words and do the right actions to make them want you more.

There’s no room for shame here.

Lies don’t matter when you don’t know the truth no more.

All that does matters, is that you sell yourself enough to earn your keep.

Enough to put some food on your plate and stay alive.

“I told your boss that I wanted you exclusively for myself,” he said. “So tell me the truth, has anyone else been inside here?” he asked, grabbing my ass tighter.

“Of course not,” I moaned, “you know I’m exclusive for you...”

In fact, I used to be an exclusive top.

A special dominant alpha that can drive omegas wild with my pheromones.

That’s why they controlled me by using various meds to make sure I don’t hurt my clients too much.

I was never meant to be a bottom until Mr. Valdez came along.

“Good, good, I’m happy that I’m still your one and only,” he grinned at me. “Tell me, Alejandro, how long have you been here?”

“S-six years,” I told him, squirming as his hand slipped between my legs.

“And here, I’ve been searching all over the world for you, when all this time, my Destiny was in this whore house servicing men after men after men...”

He suddenly grabbed me by the neck and pulled me closer.

“Tell me, Alejandro, don’t you want to get out of here?”

I couldn’t answer at once.

“Well? What do you say?” his right brow slightly twitched.

“Y-yes...” I gasped.

He finally let go, dropping me on the floor. I crawled closer and held on to his leg.

“P-please, take me out of here,” I begged him. “Please take me away with you...”

He laughed again and pulled his robe aside, exposing a huge dildo strapped over his puny little dick. The stench of rotten cheese got stronger, and along with it, I felt my body shiver and crave for him.

“Make me happy, my lovely Alejandro,” he told me. “Show me you’re worth every penny they’re asking for.”

“Wake up! The customers are coming.”

I open my eyes, too sore to get off the wet bed.

“Alejandro, you’re still bleeding from behind,” said Morel.

As if I don’t know already.

“Look at the bright side,” said Joselito with a sleazy grin, “at least your prince charmin’s comin’ back tomorrow to take you home.”

“Yeah, he’ll be buyin’ your freedom, so you better get that ass off your bed and get it ready for your last day as a whore,” said Arthuro who actually sounded jealous.

I got myself ready, but instead of going to the parlor to service omegas, I went through the back door instead, to my favorite place in the world.

There at the overgrown back garden is a broken old hearse. It’s been turned into a dumpster, and left to rot beside an old willow tree.

The tree’s branches are all twisted and brittle and covered in soot, yet it has survived all these years, feeding off the thin trail of brackish water stemming out of the overflowing cesspit from the Red Raven.

It was just like me.

I like to lie down in the old hearse when it’s empty of trash.

I like to fold my arms and pretend that I’m dead and in a much better place.

Right now, it’s brimming with trash, though.

“They say the Red Raven was built over an old graveyard. Is that why we’re cursed to live like the dead?” I asked the cherub carved on the hearse’s side.

Its paint has long faded to the color of bone, its wings, broken and tattered, its dark, hollow eyes stare blankly at me. The only comfort it offered was the gentle smile on its chubby mug.

I climb the braided branches of the willow tree instead, careful not to break them. I made my way to the top and looked over the tall concrete wall that surrounded the hell house where I was imprisoned.

The drop on the other side was a cliff. I knew I could never survive it. All I could do was gaze at the rolling hills beyond which I know I could never reach.

“Alejandro! You’re out here again?”

I nearly fell when Arthuro called.

“Get down from there this instant if you know what’s good for you!”

“What’s good for me..?” I mumbled as I looked at the sharp rocks at the bottom of the cliff. “I wonder...”

“I said get down!”

Arthuro pulled at my leg.

I didn’t even notice him climb after me.

“Don’t you dare kill yourself before we get paid!” he snarled and slapped my face with the back of his fist.

I tasted blood in my mouth as he dragged me back inside the Red Raven.

“Now, pick yourself up and make our clients happy,” he told me as he shoved me into the red parlor. “Remember, you’re only useful as long as your dick gets hard and your asshole is tight!” he laughed bitterly. “You’re a whore, Alejandro, that’s all you’re good at. That’s all you’ll ever be.”

Here's to hoping this chapter doesn't get flagged evevn with the warning present.

Am not sure how much I can write here in the open, I'll censor the chapter later if it's still too graphic ^^'

anyway, the full uncensored copy is available in my Ko-fi Shop: 

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