A/N: This story is dedicated to a friend who is going through a rough patch right now. I hope all of you enjoy it though~!

Let me tell you of someone who I've considered to be my guardian angel. He may have been the most annoying person in the world and he was always too happy about everything and also oblivious to most things around him…but he wasn't like other people I had met. He… was so much different. This is that story.

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"Get back to work!" a voice boomed loudly in a small storage room. The man was tall with muscles bulging from his arms, seeming like it was going to tear apart his dark brown, short sleeve shirt as he held a large crate in his arms. "I'm not paying you to slack off!"

"I know," a sigh came from a thin young man with dark auburn hair, a single curl on the top of his head. His outfit was a long sleeve cream shirt with slightly baggy black pants. His shoes, however, were ridden with holes to the point it seemed like they could be sandals in shoes.

"Then get back to work, Lovino!" the taller man's voice commanded before he walked out of sight. The young Italian with auburn hair sighed as he continued on with what he was doing. Yeah… working in this place was the worse thing he could ever experience in his life.

"Hey, sweet thing!" a man cooed towards Lovino with a beer in his hand that was to the point of being warm and incapable to drink by anyone, or at least to Lovino's standards. The thick black locks were arranged messily on his head, along with his two friends. "Get your ass over here and give us some attention!"

Lovino cringed with disgust as he heard this. It made his stomach churn to the point he could throw up, even though he should be used to this kind of thing after 5 years. Lovino tried to give a smile that was good, but it failed miserably and only sent the man into laughter again.

"I-I'll be r-right with y-you," Lovino heard himself saying as he continued to walk to a corner with a tray in his hands, shaking nervously ever so slightly and letting the glass items on the tray to rattle a bit.

That corner was the most dreadful thing to him. That man once again sat there, staring at him, looking him from head to toe while licking his dry, chapped lips. That man was the tax collector of the militia that ran the city and he was here almost every week. His dark red hair lay neatly under a black military hat that matched his black military outfit. Lovino shakily stopped at the table, placing a small glass with ice and a bottle of champagne onto the table in front of the man. A glint from the man's violet orbs shot at Lovino, making the Italian even more nervous.

"E-Enjoy y-your d-drink," Lovino stuttered again before walking off and getting more beer for the other man, which, frankly, made him more relaxed since the man had been there several times before and he had never done anything damaging to him.

"Thanks Lovino!" the man cried as he slapped the fair skinned Lovino on the back, making the Italian cringe from being hit too hard.

"Welcome…" Lovino mumbled as he walked into the back to get more drinks out for other customers that may come in.

By the end of the day, Lovino's hopes had risen a bit at the thought of being able to go to bed alone tonight. To get some much needed rest for the day to come all came shattering down on him as he heard his boss speak those words he utterly despised to hear. Those words that, to Lovino, were twisted with malice and satisfaction of being able to get money from using Lovino like he always did.

"You have a customer for the night." Those words made his heart sink to his stomach where he swore it got twisted in with his innards.

Why is it always me? Lovino asked in thought as he saw that man strutting up to him with lust filled violet eyes. That military man that wanted nothing more than to satisfy his own cravings by using his body to do so. Lovino hated this life that was placed upon him. His entire family was dead after the war that occurred 6 years earlier to his lifestyle now. 1 year wondering the streets after the war and 5 years being in this place.

That man looked down at Lovino with a sinful look as he licked his dry chapped lips again. "Shall we?" he asked in a dark and sinister tone as he wrapped an arm around Lovino's waist to bring them closer. Lovino trembled as the man towered over him. He could feel the man's excitement as his body was placed against the man's.

Of course, Lovino couldn't refuse. He had to accept otherwise be thrown out into the streets. The Italian only nodded to the man's question before he slowly lead the man to his quarters. That unholy place that he had been defiled so many times before with its pure black walls with black curtains hanging over the window. The pure white sheets strewn on the mattress on the dark cherry oak bed and only a nightstand and small dresser completing the ensemble to the rather large room.

Too many times had he been in this room where random people used him for their own pleasures. Of course, all of them had to be single to do so, but that was the only upside and it was only a small one at that. This room of his wasn't a room at all. It was a torture chamber that had been placed upon him. He wasn't just a prostitute. No. He was a prostitute slave. He learned that the first time he tried to escape from this horrid place. There was only him and two other people living there as slaves and then the owner.

Lovino wished that all of this would just end. He hated this life and would kill himself if he could but he could never bring himself to do so. How he wished he could go back to the way his life was so many years ago. How he wanted to be with his family. To, once again, see his little brother's smiling face looking up at him with a ringlet of flowers to place on his head. And, for once, how he wanted his little brother to hug him. Of course, none of that would happen. All of them were gone. Dead. It only made things worse when there was a shortage of women in town, whom almost all have been married.

"Now then…" the man smirked as he grabbed Lovino and shoved him onto the bed, making the Italian shake heavily again as he looked up into sinister violet eyes. "Let's get start… shall we?"