A few people gave Karkat a quick goodbye. Some even hugged him. He walked outside, taking in the fresh air and rain he hasn't felt in a long time. The cool night air felt wonderful. He sighed in content and headed towards the large, disturbingly smuppet decorated, limo. A well dressed man opened the door for him and bowed in respect. Karkat hesitated at first. He hasn't seen the sun in a long time, he barely knows what the outside world is like anymore. He was worried that his new owner would find him a bit ignorant for his age. Karkat tentatively entered the car and sat parallel to his now owner, Bro.

"So how's your life been? Just 16 and sold to a complete stranger, can't imagine ya got a good thing goin' fer ya." His voice had a noticeable country accent to it. He spoke in a laid back tone as he got comfortable in the plush seat. Karkat sat there in silence, staring at the man infront of him.

"Come one, you can tell me. Besides, we'll be living together for awhile anyways." He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands. Karkat let out a sigh and looked out the window.

"They came 2 years ago. Took me away from my mother and brother. They beat me senseless every night for the first year. That was when I refused to give up. I struggled and wouldn't let them touch me. Then, I realized, what's the point? I gave up. After that, they came once a month, gave me a granola bar and a water bottle , then leave. I wish they would've killed me." Karkat looked over at Bro, there was no emotion on his face. Nothing.

"Ever hear the news cast 'bout Mom?" Karkat stared up at him blankly.

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

"Right. Anyways. She was an old friend of mine. Drunk and happy all the time. Then, one day, she disappeared. That was 4 years ago. They just found her body a month ago, they indentified her as Mom, for that was all they found." Bro leaned back and sniffled. Sadness was clear on his face. "Her name's Roxy. Roxy Lalonde."

Karkat looked at him for a moment, then quickly turned away.

"How'd she die?"

"She was found by the river. Her head was bashed in and her clothes were gone, all but her signature pick scarf. She had a martini neatly placed in her hand." Bro stopped and looked over at Karkat. Karkat had become extremely tired during Bro's story. He was trying to stay awake out of respect, but was failing miserably. He could feel his eyelids fluttering closed as Bro stopped.

"You can go to sleep." Karkat's brain gave up the battle to stay awake as his eyes shut. He could faintly hear Bro chuckle. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, much." And with that, Karkat's eyes snapped back open as he stared up into Bro's, well, sunglasses. He watched in horror as a sickening sweet smile crawled onto Bro's face.

"Jumpy - huh?" Bro got up and sat beside Karkat, he reached out and ran his thumb along Karkat's jaw-line. He slowly moved closer to the boy.

"How old are you?" Karkat abruptly asked, stalling.

"26." "You know this is pedophilia right? I'm 10 years younger than you."

"I don't care." And with that, Bro crashed their lips together in a sloppy harmony. Karkat stayed frozen. It's not that he was inexperienced, that was quit the opposite. He was just surprised. Bro grabbed Karkat's hands and put them on his waist. He mumbled something unintelligible into the kiss. His hand left Karkat's hair and broke the kiss. He leaned back into the seat.
"I um uh I uh you wha?" Karkat's words drifted off into a chain of stutters.

The car came to a hault infront of a mansion. Bro got out of the limo and walked over to Karkat's side, opening the door. He offered Karkat his hand, to which he excepted. Bro led him to the front door and opened it, stepping aside for Karkat to enter. The sight was breathtaking. Certainly not what he was expecting.

"The house is beautiful." Karkat's mouth laid agape. Bro wrapped his arms around Karkat's waist.

"I'm glad you like it." Bro kissed the side of Karkat's neck and walked away, leaving Karkat to explore on his own. Not for long though, Bro soon came back with clothes in his hands and a towel.

"Go take a shower tan meet me back here. The bathroom is upstairs, first door on your right." Karkat nodded and quickly headed for the stairs. Excitement and joy filled every vein in his being. He bolted for the bathroom and got into the shower. The hot water cascaded down his body. It felt so good. He hummed, scrubbing off the dirt and grim from years come to pass. The scent of rich vanilla filled his soul with happiness.

After what seemed like forever, he had to get out. The water was turning cold and Bro, dear sweet Bro, was waiting for him downstairs. He threw on the red shirt with a broken record on it with the grey boxers and headed downstairs.

Bro was sitting in the living room talking to some sort of puppet.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do Cal." He sighed. "This kid's here now, how am I gonna explain this to Dave? They're practically the same age."

"Bro?" Karkat asked, walking into the living room. Bro snapped his head up to make eye contact. Karkat gasped at the scene. Bro's eyes were like molten eyes of gold. Bro quickly retrieved his glasses. Karkat walked over to him and slowly removed the glasses.

"You have beautiful eyes." Karkat said, leaning in closer than he should. Bro sighed and smiled.

"Bedtime, come on." Bro picked Karkat up bridal style. He all but threw Karkat into bed and tucked him in. Bro took his place next to Karkat and wrapped his arms around Karkat. They drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, Karkat woke up in a happy mood. He unwrapped himself from Bro's arms and got up. Well, he tried to get out of bed. His arm was grabbed by Bro.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bro snapped. Karkat looked down at him with a blank and emotionless expression.

"I was gonna go make breakfast." He responded. Bro yanked him down and sat up.

"No you're not. You're going to return the favor for how nice I was to you last night." Bro latched his hand onto Karkat's hair and pulled. Karkat yipped in pain. Bro smashed their lips together. Lust radiated off of him. Karkat wanted to push away, but he knew that would lead to some sort of pain. So he stayed there, eyes open, staring at the man he thought had saved him, but sent him to another level of Hell. Welcome to level 2.