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part 2....
wait. READ THIS: this is yaoi. its is not me, its is a fic. Not me, and this is not real , plus its suggestive and a lot of the next parts are 18 +.


WARNING YOU!!


Waking up on a table in a gloomy, dark, filthy, café is not the best experience. My head hurt like hell, the room spun, and unfamiliar voices were talking s**t. So, I pretended to be asleep for a while longer, listening to the boys b***h and moan about how hard their life was. “ Aiden’s off, after some idiot that looked at him weird on Presley Ave.” Another sighed. “ Poor ********. He’ll never know what’s coming.” Low laughs spread through the room, a couple female. “ So what has he dragged here?” asked a petulant female voice asked. A boy sighed and I felt their glares on me. “ This one’s different. He’s not here as a new member. Can you guess why he’s here?” The sarcasm of the last remark stung my ears, but had no effect on the girl. “ Why is that? He’s kinda cute.” The guy replied, slightly more angrily. “ Do I have to spell it out to you you stupid b***h?! He’s here
for Aiden’s use!!” The girl replied slightly miffed, “ Whadda you mean? He’s not a toy!!”The boys laughed lowly, I heard a girl gasp."That’s odd of him. My, he goes for the pretty ones…” A cold shiver crept down my spine. I hadn’t heard of this
happening to guys, but I had heard of girls being taken to be prostitutes. I didn’t
understand, or really want to. My head hurt, and my legs were cramped. A slam echoed through the room, and a door slammed after that, a gust of cold wind running down the room to wash over me. I hadn’t heard Aiden’s voice before, but I knew it was his. The voice commanded absolute authority (and a beer). The girls voices converged as they, presumably, huddled into one booth. The guys got up to greet Aiden, the smoky wind and sliding of jeans on the booth signified their absence from nearby. Steps echoed, as Aiden ignored them, grabbed the beer of the counter as a girl offered it to him and kept walking towards me. He shoved his hand against my a**, pushing me off the table, and onto the floor. I opened my eyes as my palms met the concrete. From the floor , all I saw was the wall, then my viewpoint rose as he stood beside me and lifted me, like a prince would a princess. Grinning as he saw my surprised expression, he grunted and carried
me across the room, which was like a club, open, and deserted, devoid of life, except for the gang, leering at me. One boys eye met mine, and he looked away sad, yet angry. He quickly disappeared from sight, because Aiden kicked open the door to an adjoining room, a temporary bedroom, it appeared. The bed was only a small, filthy looking mattress on the floor with a lone blue sheet. Dropping me on the mattress, none too gently, Aiden kneeled down and started to unbutton his shirt.” What the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaky. Aiden looked like the devil himself as he pulled off his shirt and began to work mine off. “What the hell are you doing!?!”. I asked again, a little stronger. He grabbed my hands and held them behind my back.” What do you think?” He asked bluntly.” You’re here, with no chance of escape and I want you. Now stop struggling so much.” Working open my belt one handed, he gripped my wrists tight, as I cried out scared. He placed his head on my shoulder and whispered, “ Your name, what is it?” And reached into my pants. I cried out. I was scared. I was so scared. Aiden was so close to me, and I was so afraid, I had only heard of this happening to little boys, and I was crying, tears streaming down my face.” Jonas…” I choked out. His ears perked and he stopped moving for a second. “ What did you say?” I gasped, as his hand began to
move again. “ my name….is… Jonas..” He smiled, a real smile and I was a little less
afraid. “ Ok Jonas,” he said, his voice now gentler. “ Let’s go slow.”



agh. i know it sucks....but the last parts arent that...ok, its all sucks! im seriously not this bad, i just can twrite in first person.