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He was forced upon the stage like cattle. Nothing but a tool to be sold to one lucky pervert with a sick fetish for children. He wasn't sure what he had done to deserve such a sentence, but at this point he had lost faith in every deity he could think to ask. When a strong hand pulled his hair back, his pale neck being exposed to the hungry eyes that feasted upon him, what more could a 15 year old boy do than submit?

He was forced upon the stage like cattle. Nothing but a tool to be sold to one lucky pervert with a sick fetish for children. He wasn't sure what he had done to deserve such a sentence, but at this point he had lost faith in every deity he could think to ask. When a strong hand pulled his hair back, his pale neck being exposed to the hungry eyes that feasted upon him, what more could a 15 year old boy do than submit? 

His body was fatigued, his eyes were hazy, and his thought process was muddled. There was nothing he could do to get himself out of such a situation. His arms were bound painfully behind his back, the dry rope rubbing against smooth skin harshly. It was so painful. The tears that had been delayed broke free and pooled in his eyes before dripping ever so slowly down his cheeks. He wasn't listening as the man who held him hostage began to rattle off prices, the men in the crowd responding vigorously as the amount rose higher.

The noise made him dizzy, his head pounding harshly each time a price was yelled. He felt sick and he just wanted out. He was about to speak up when hazel eyes slipped closed, his body going limp as it shut down. He had never passed out before, but he couldn't be more happy that he did, finally away from the loud voices that dripped with lust and the uncomfortable feeling of being watched by a predator.    

The negotiations had been going on for more than 15 minutes, the price well into the billions. Only two more candidates were left. One, an old man with a sickly appearance, and the other a Blond woman in her forties donning a tight fitted dress that left little to the imagination. 

"This beautiful young boy only 15 years of age, he can speak both English and Korean! His skin is smooth without blemishes and we have checked to make sure he is in fact a virgin!" The man who had a tight grip on the boys hair shouted so everyone could hear "The bidding price is at 1.5 billion, is there anyone who would like to take it to 1.6 billion!?" 

There was silence throughout the room as nobody offered the amount needed to continue the bidding. "Sold To number 57" Boomed the auctioneer while a large man scooped up the unconscious boy to hand him to the buyer. 

"Take the boy and put him in the car" The woman said, her glossed lips smirking at her luck as she flicked the ash of her cigarette onto the floor. "He will bring in many customers if we doll him up correctly" A man in a black Armani suit nodded and did as he was told, the boy in his arms much lighter than he had imagined.  

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Sun glistened though a small window over the bed he had been consciously laying in for around 20 minutes now, lighting up the room with a soft glow. Where was he? Why did this happen to him? What would they want him to do? Those being only a few of the questions buzzing through his mind causing a slight headache... Or maybe that was the drug they had forced upon him the night before. He didn't care, he just wanted to get it over with. 

Once his feet hit the cold hardwood floors, he stood, noticing by the draft that he was only wearing a large shirt, meaning someone had undressed him before bed. Slight panic struck him as he wondered if he had already been defiled, but the absence of pain in his back side begged to differ lessening his worry. 

The room was small, with only a large bed and a dresser to fill the space. Pale walls and oak floors making it look more plain than it already had. He padded slowly to the door and let his hand fall onto the cool metal of the knob. He stood there for a few seconds, contemplating on whether he should really leave the room, or just wait for someone to fetch him. Turning the knob he made his decision, pulling the door open quietly as to not alert anyone to his presence, before stepping out into a long hallway. 

There where eight doors including his, with beautiful paintings littering the classy teal walls leaving barely any space between them. He wandered down the hall, choosing not to enter through any of the doors without knowing what lay behind. Entering into a spacious seating room, He scanned the area cautious for other people. Love seats spotted the area with small tables between them and there were only two types of businesses that he knew of which would set up in such a manner; Host clubs and Hotels. He hoped to god it was the latter and by some miracle he was saved, only to work as a bell hop or maid.   

His spirit was raising rapidly as he looked around the room, checking out the bar's exquisite brands of wine and the expensive furnishings. He settled himself onto one of the couches the soft material eliciting a moan of pleasure. The difference between the quality of his bed and the seat he had chosen were on different sides of the spectrum.

"Comfortable?" He jumped and swung his head in the direction of the voice that had ever so gracefully caused him a panic attack.

"Oh calm down, I'm not going to do anything to you" The promiscuously dressed woman stated, a cigarette placed between full lips.

Seating herself across from him he eyed her suspiciously like a cornered animal. The blond, although quite in need of some real clothes, seemed to be nice enough and he lowered his guard.

"So do you have a name?" The woman questioned, taking in his obvious korean decent. He had creamy pale skin and an angular bone structure, black hair and Emotional eyes in the most beautiful hazel. He had slight curves like a woman, and she knew right from the beginning he would catch some big fish in the industry. 

The korean boy watched as the woman glanced over his body, obviously pleased with what she saw. He had almost forgotten she had asked him a question and not wanting to get in trouble or seem weak he mustered the courage to speak in a soft voice that was on the verge of feminine but obviously male. 

"Sakura... My name is Sakura Mori." The woman smiled and tapped her finger against her chin. 

"Cherry Blossom and Forest huh...? That is a beautiful name." He looked at her and tilted his head, still not sure if he should trust her. 

"Where am I, and who are you?" Blue eyes sparkled at the question and the blond leaned forward, her hand doing a sweeping motion, gesturing to what Sakura guessed to be the building they were in. 

"This my dear, is Paradise Host club and brothel, and I am it's owner, and yours" She finished off her sentence by pointing at Sakura making him shudder. The tone of the woman's voice set his teeth on edge, causing him to stare down at the well polished floor. 

"Call me Clara, and after we get you cleaned up and preened, you will be working for me. Now, it's about time you met your co-workers." The blond stood and disappeared into the hallway he had come from, Sakura not raising his head once. His hope of only having to work as a maid was crushed mercilessly, and he had to keep the tears that were pricking at his eyes from falling. He was in for a hell of a ride. Or maybe just Hell. 

 

   Authors note

Thank you for reading the first chapter of my first story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please leave opinions or grammatical errors I may have missed in the comments. 

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