A Desperate Life
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Prologue
Three teen boys ran into an alley and crawled under an opening in the wall. Each of them was soaking wet and shivering. But they kept their shivering to a minimum and their chattering teeth silenced as they listened.
Footsteps were heard among raindrops as a group dressed in black coats looked for the three teenage boys.
The teenage boys stayed crammed there for hours. When the coast was clear they slipped out and ran to find a new hiding place, which was inside an apartment in a derelict building. They found an opened letter to the landlord saying that the occupants would be away for a week.
One boy went to eat and change into something dry while the other two headed to the bedroom to finish what they had started before they had to dress in a hurry to run from the new set of guys paid to chase and capture them.
The brown haired male teenager took out milk, cupcakes, beef jerky, orange juice and bananas. He went to the table and set down his spoils. Then he went to change and returned wearing one of the owners T-shirt and shorts. He was used to running around in the cold so he didn't need to wear anything else. He sat down and ate quietly.
Back at the whorehouse before he and the two other boys with him escaped, everything was dictated to them. They didn't have a say in their own lives. Just like they didn't have a say years ago when they were each kidnapped at different ages from their homes and forced to be prostitutes.
The teen remembered that his name was Ulrich Stern. He was seven when he was kidnapped and despite everything he was able to remember his full name. The other two weren't so lucky.
Both of them were blonde boys whose lives at the whorehouse couldn't be more different. One was taken at age six, unfortunately he quickly proved to be a poor sell, bottom rate. So he was kept chained in the basement with the others that proved to be bottom rate. At least he wasn't also defiant, that would've earned him a place in the sewer. Ulrich had gone there before. Several times a year. The other blonde was taken away at a young age. He couldn't remember his life before the whorehouse. He was raised to believe that it was okay. But he was very smart for his age and questions of his surroundings led him to the truth. In fact it was he and Ulrich who had planned the escape. It was just by luck that Ulrich had recognized the blonde in the basement as a kid he knew as Odd who was kidnapped months before he was. Ulrich had seen Odd once when he was ten and sentenced to the basement for a month. But after causing a riot, Ulrich was never sent there again. Odd never even spoke to him then. Afraid that speaking to a rebel would get him into trouble. Ulrich understood. He had seen Odd's scars since Odd was one of the unfortunate ones who was often given to sadistic customers. Odd always wore long and baggy clothing. Only his face, hands, and feet weren't covered with scars, bruises, and burns.
The smart blonde name was Jeremy. The only reason Ulrich even knew that was because Jeremy had done some digging just to find out his real name. And he could only find out his first name. Ulrich felt sorry for him but didn't show much since he was the tough guy of the group. Also he was the one who remembered the outside world best. Which was good since Jeremy only knew of it through novels and history books and Odd barely had a few memory flashes.
Ulrich could hear Odd and Jeremy moaning softly from the bedroom. Ulrich chuckled and continued eating. Odd was mainly given to guys at the whorehouse because females couldn't bear the sight of his scarred body.
Jeremy was one of the prostitutes raised specifically to pleasure men. He's never experienced anything with someone of the opposite sex.
Ulrich however had no desire to sleep with a male ever again. He never liked guys and hated every time he was made to sleep with them. If a guy tried to come unto him after he said no, he'd cut their balls off. He didn't care what anyone else thought of that. He had been free for a year and he planned to be free for the rest of his life.