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troye couldn’t take it anymore. in the beginning he was grateful, that he was under a roof. but now, he regretted it. he pulled his shawl up to his face and cried. he cried for his parents, siblings, and friends. he cried for his home.
when he heard the door open he quickly sat up, wiping the stray tears on the soft shawl. when he saw the man that took him in the car the first day, he felt worse. “the boss wants to see you.” the man said, looking apologetically. troye nodded and got up, walking out of the room, attempting to wipe whatever tears were left. he followed the man, down hallways, with numerous doors. the halls echoed with moans and cries, from others like him, he assumed. finally they reached a door, which the man opened and pushed troye into, before shutting the door. there sat the man, in a black yet classy suit. “troye? that’s your name right?” the man asked.
although troye wanted to ask how he knew, he didn’t. he simply nodded, as tears began to grow in his eyes again. “don’t cry. i hate when i see that. not because it makes me feel bad- if i felt bad, i wouldn’t be doing this. but cause it’s annoying.” he said, looking at his computer screen. “ok, sit.” he said pointing to the chair. “you being here is temporary. you’re not going to stay here. we take all of you sluts, by the end of the week, to an auction. whatever happens to you then, isn’t my business. but right now, we have to make you look appealing.” he said standing up, and brushing a hand through his hair.
“now com’on we better get started.” tyler said. “the man who brought you here will help get you washed off and-” but before tyler could finish, troye’s stomach loudly growled. troye looked down, embarrassed. “when’s the last time you ate?” tyler asked. “2 days ago.” troye said, nervously. tyler slowly walked closer to him, gripped troye’s wrist and began walking out of the room, to where he presumed the outside world. when he was out, he embraced the scent and scenery.
although there wasn’t much to embrace in the scenery. the building was in the middle of no where, with desert stretching as far as the eye could see. “get in the car.” tyler demanded. in which troye did anxiously. when they were seated, tyler looked at troye, seductively. troye on the other hand looked at tyler with fear. tyler quickly pulled troye closer to him, connecting their lips furiously. troye attempted to pull back, but winced in pain, when tyler bit troye’s lip. tyler slowly pulled troye onto his lap, as tyler demanded more action. although it didn’t happen, because once again did troye’s growling stomach ruin it for tyler.
tyler quickly pushed troye off his lap onto the passenger side, and started heading away from the building, angrily. “i’m sorry.” troye said, looking out the window. “yeah.” tyler said, annoyed. “so am i going to be sold to someone.” troye said, anxiously. “most likely.” tyler said, as no visible emotion was shown. “i would rather stay with you.” troye said, leaning towards tyler, and attaching his mouth to tyler’s neck. “you can’t.” tyler said, in no attempt to push troye off. “why not?” troye said. tyler pushed troye away slightly, before saying, “because it’s my job, and i can’t do much about it.” tyler said, as troye’s cheeks grew a bright red. “please? i’ll do wh-” but before troye could finish he felt a shocking impact to his face. “it’s not my choice!” tyler said starting the car. troye quietly whimpered, tearing up as he sat right in his seat.
“look, i’m not your friend, i’m just your temporary owner. alright?” he said, glaring onto the empty road, leading no where. and as troye stared at the window, his life didn’t seem sadder than it did at that moment. he rested his head back, and shut his eyes tight, letting sleep cascade him. with a sigh of trouble that flowed through his mind, the rest of the tears streamed down his milky white face.
“get up.” tyler said, pushing troye a bit. although troye was in somewhat safe hands, he startled awake. fright trembled in his eyes, although he did regain composure. troye slowly got out of the automobile, and looked up at the place. a small diner looking place, he’d never seen before. maybe it was because he never actually had enough money to eat there. or maybe he just was never in the specific area. as they were seated, tyler pulled his phone out and handed it to troye. “call who you need to call, before you’re in the business and never get out.” he said, looking troye dead in the eye. troye nervously took the phone and excused himself to the restroom.
he punched in the numbers, and the never ending ringing began. when it went to voicemail, saying that the number was changed, his heart sank. he angrily threw his fist against the tile wall, and screamed. “i want to go home.” he cried, as he slid down the wall, to sit on the floor. he didn’t care about the weird looks he got from the men entering the restrooms, and he really didn’t care about anything right now. he didn’t care that in 2 days he’d be sold. he didn’t care that he someone was waiting on him outside. he didn’t care and he was tired.
a sense of tired that isn’t relieved by sleep. a sense of sleep that can only be cured when his happiness was shallow. a type of tired that had been there for so long, it had become so numb to him.
as he sat on the floor, his heart ached, and he wanted to cry. but he couldn’t, because although his heart hurt and his mind wandered, his eyes just wouldn’t water. he simply stared blankly at the tiled floor.
his mind eventually cleared, and finally thought exactly what he had to do- go home, because as hard as he would try, it’s not like he’d ever become famous. he’d never be on the telly, sitting with the popular ones. he was just another average boy, from a small town. trying and craving to be something, be anyone! better than he truly was. he was a dreamer, with dreams way over his head.
as his eyes shut, he took a deep breathe. he raised his hands massaging his temples with his thumbs.
“get up, the waiter is waiting for us.” he heard, as his eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing his beautiful ocean blue eyes. he anxiously looked up at the blonde haired man, who was already walking away from the restroom. now, he needed to think of a way to return to his home.
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