Matthew hated the job he had been forced into. The man he worked for at first seemed so nice but as soon as it was explained to him what he was supposed to do, the man was so mean. The one time he said that he couldn't do it any more, that it was wrong, he had been hit. Putting a hand to his cheek he grimaced. The mark had long gone away but the pain was still there. He had been threatened, that if he didn't pay off his 'debt' that he now owed, he would have to pay with his life. The debt was only a little bit at the time because he borrowed money for a meal, but after a few days, the interest made it impossible to pay off. Every day the price he had to pay goes higher, he would never be able to pay it off. He considered letting them kill him. He couldn't take this torture anymore. He would never be able to pay off the insane amount anyways. The feeling of another man touching him like that repulsed him. Why did his body betray him every time he sold himself to another man?

Another month passed, he had to sell himself over 4 times a day just to be allowed to eat. He was getting impossibly thin as he didn't eat as much as he should. All the other people were as thin as he, but some of them actually enjoyed getting used day after wretched day. The Chinese man who was basically his master came into the back room where they were eating. "Matthew, you have a 'customer'" he said, a smirk on his face. This was bad. When he came and said that… you never saw the person he said it to again. You never knew what happed to them, just that they were gone.

Well, now Matthew would know what happens to them. Brought out to the back alley, there stood a man, holding a case. When he handed it over, the Chinese man opened it and Matt saw it was full of money. That's when he realized. He was being sold. He didn't know whether this was good or bad, all he knew was that he recognized to hooded figure, he just could put a name to him, but he was sure he had seen those striking blue eyes before.

He was taken to the mans house. He didn't put up much of a fight because of the fear of being hit or worse. If he was a good boy, maybe his new 'master' would be nice… Ha. Like any nice man bought male prostitutes…

The minuet he got to that mans house, he was taken to a bed chamber and pinned to the bed. So this was what his new master would be like. "Mathieu, I have looked a long time for you," The man said. Matt knew that voice, every inch of him hated this man, this man that ruined every aspect of his life. A kiss was placed on his lips but instead of being passive, he struggled against his grip trying to get away. He did not want this man touching him. He didn't even know his name; all he knew was that this evil man was a criminal.

"Get off of me!" he exclaimed almost crying while helplessly struggling under the mans grasp. The blond forcefully pinned him ignoring his cries and waited for the boy to calm down. Trying to escape would be useless and Matthew realized this going limp letting a few tears slide down his face. He wouldn't have anywhere to go or any money even if he did escape. He accepted his horrible fate as a few tears slid down his face. "Dear Mathieu, please don't cry, I did not wish to scare you." The man said. "Maybe it would be better if you at least knew who I am… I am Francis Bonnefoy." That name was familiar. He gasped as he realized who he actually was. "W-what?!"