I don't even know what this is, I swear. If you ask, I'll be more elaborate and fix this story, but seriously, this is such a random story..
Update: Okay, it came to my attention that the line that separated the two scenes in this story was deleted, and now that I have a working computer at my disposal, I have just fixed that (hopefully). If there are any other issues (such as a bunch of computer gibberish or anything else), please let me know so that I can fix it. Thanks!
And uh, I just want to EMPHASIZE the note at the very top. THIS STORY IS ABSOLUTE POOPOO. IF ENOUGH PEOPLE ASK, I WILL ATTEMPT TO FIX THIS.. HORRIBLE WRITING, BUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Rather than saying that this work is.. confusing and.. short and everything, please just say that you want me to fix the story or something along those lines just so that I am aware of what you are talking about. I was barely able to tell that the person who informed me of the missing line and everything was wanting me to fix the story, so I was just wanting to make sure that I understood what the reviewers are saying. After all, there is probably a way to say this story is poop that I would not be able to connect the two dots on. So, in conclusion, this story is very short, rushed(?), possibly confusing; basically it is probably one of the worst fanfics I've ever written, so if you would like me to fix this story, please say so in the comments below, and I will attempt to fix it if there are.. uhm, let's sayyyy.. ten people who want it fixed. Capishe? Capishe. Oh, and, I won't count those who don't clearly say that they want this story fixed.
"Welcome to the Boys' Den! Do you have a preference?"
"Hm, well.. Do you have any younger ones?"
His grin spread into a sneering smirk, "Why yes, we do.. He's fourteen. Is that your type, sir?"
"Yeah, I'd like to spend some time with him."
"The two of you? Alright, that'll be 550,000,000."
"Here," I handed him the money, and although he seemed surprised I had the money, he took it.
"Room 6," he mumbled, counting the money I just gave him. I nodded to Mystras, and we went in the back.
"Here it is, Room 6.."
If it's really him..
I creaked the door open and found a boy in the middle of the room. It looked more like a cell than a room though..
"Ja'far.."
Cold eyes snapped up to me, and I stared back at him sadly.
"I'm so sorry, Ja'far.. for you to have gone through this.."
"Sin.." his voice mumbled through the cloth on his face. I walked up to him and began undoing the ropes on his limbs. Mystas closed the door behind us and walked over to help.
Once we'd gotten the restraints off him, I caressed his cheek, staring into his eyes, "Let's get you home, Ja'far.."
And if this place has any complaints, I will report them for having kidnapped a kid to force him into prostitution!
Of course, that's all if Ja'far's okay with it. I know he'd probably prefer to keep this unknown..
"There! All clean!" he chirped happily, and it took all the energy I had (I wasn't exactly in the best status) to refuse the contagious attitude he had. "Let's get you dry now, alright? And we've got your clothes, too," he handed me a towel. With his help, I dried myself. He helped me out of the bathtub and helped me get my clothes on.
"Sin, I-"
"I know."
".."
He.. Knows?
I looked away, trying not to think of the many nights they'd shoved pills down my throat just to make me stop fighting.
"Don't worry, I'll help you with whatever you need. You can lean on me until they wear off."
Sin.. How can you.. Be so optimistic..?
Eventually, we were all back in our normal routine. Ja'far had been cleaned, fed, and was able to rest. The incident was put behind us.
