Story #4

Wanton

Warning: for Mick's slightly disturbing past. Wait not slightly, it is disturbing. Read ahead at your own risk. Mentions of S & M, and prostitution
Maybe I should raise the rating, but I'll try not to be too descriptive. Tell me what YOU think.


He hated them.

They always disgusted him.

But was he any better?

It is one thing to buy someone for your carnal needs…

…but it is even worse to sell yourself into such vulgarity.

The woman beside him cared not about his age, or who he was, she just wanted a quick fix for her desires.

He hated himself for sinking to such a level, but this life was all he had.

The man that sold him to customers, Max Rein, was a lecherous man. He was a friend of his Aunts. He was wealthy and corrupt, like all rich people. When
Mick offered himself to him, he accepted without a thought, regardless of his age.

When clients asked, he told them he was nineteen. He could pass for the age anyway. But it wasn't like the clients cared, all they wanted was sex.

And Mick gave it to them.

Men and women alike.

It didn't matter.

They didn't care and neither did he.

He was always a favorite among customers.

He was beautiful, a work of art, they said.

How he hated them.

How he hated himself.

Max Rein, his contractor, was the worst of all. He used Mick for all his needs too. He was always rough and he always managed to make Mick feel even more worthless and sick when he was finished with him.

Mick showed his hatred on his skin.

He painted his skin with cuts.

But this made things worse.

Max Rein assumed that he enjoyed pain, so that is want he gave him.

Sadomasochism.

He was a tool. That's all he was.

No one loved him.

No one wanted him.

He wanted to die.

He needed to die.

She begged for his life.

She brought him from his dark abyss. She rescued him from his destruction. She knew that there was something greater for his life.

She believed and so he lived.


Mick opens his eyes.

The night sky is all around him. The stars glisten and the moon shines down on him and the lovely girl in his arms. She is the brightest star. He kisses Rowan for perhaps the fiftieth time in one night. She pushes him away.

"Stop." Her voice is firm. "You're using me. AND you are wallowing, Mick. Stop."

He smiles. "Damn it, Ro."

A/N: This chapter is very short! (as you can see) New chapter soon! I hope you all are enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it! Leave reviews and I will give you cookies filled with love and happiness! They will make you immortal! Oo