A/N: Here comes what makes this story worth the M rating. This part was hard to write, but bear with me, alright? I am sorry for making Angel go through this. *Hides from Angel throwing platform shoes at me*!

One year later, April 1987.

Angel had turned 19 now, but life wasn't sunshine and rainbows. Sure, she had gotten a few jobs through the year and he had earned enough money for an apartment. The rent, however, was a different case. As was food. She often happened to be forced to choose between eating and shelter. Why she always got fired from the small jobs she had gotten, she couldn't quite say, but it might have had something to do with her sexuality. No matter if she didn't dress in drag at work, she decided she just oozed gayness and that was why she always seemed to get fired.

That day in April she hadn't eaten anything in nearly a week, and needless to say, she was starving. Her weight had increased to 110 pounds. As she was walking around in New York City, nearly waiting for faith to step in, a gay club suddenly came into view. She had no idea why she walked in that direction, and later in her life, she would wish she never had, but right then and there the lust for something to eat won the fight easily.

In the doorway stood a man. Muscular, six feet tall and glaring her up and down, undressing her with his glance. She shuddered. "How old are you?" he asked.

Her eyes widened a bit, probably because of how frightening his voice sounded. "Nineteen," she answered. She was usually clever at lying about her age, but she didn't dare with this man in front of her.

He grinned and nodded. "Be careful," he suddenly said, - "The boys are gonna be wild about someone like you."

She was slightly surprised by his warning. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. She smiled politely and thanked him before walking in.

As she was seated in the bar, she couldn't help but wonder what the hell she was doing there. She was nineteen years old; she probably had more possibilities when it came to finding a job. This was ridiculous; she hadn't even had sex before. Yes, she knew it sounded ridiculous. A nineteen-year-old who never had sex in her life, but the opportunity had, needless to say, never showed up in her old town and in New York… Well, she'd struggled with other things. Been too busy.

And now she was seated here about to lose her virginity to someone she for sure didn't know and who didn't want to give her anything but a huge amount of pain and a feeling that she wasn't worth anything. She was actually about to change her mind and walk right out when two men approached her.

She could feel her hand shaking as she put down her drink. Her heart beat her senselessly. Two men? She couldn't do that. Unconsciously she wrapped her arms around her body, almost hugging herself. This only caused the two men to grin even wider. The doorman was right, she thought, - Innocence is turning people on here.

The men were about forty years old and looked like they had spent the past twenty years living at a McDonalds. "Hey sugar," one of them said, leaning so close he was almost kissing her. He smelled of sweat, alcohol and smoke. Beautiful. She flinched a little but not too much. She needed the money, didn't she?

The other one leaned forward and touched her cheek, letting his hand move down to her chest and underneath her dress, caressing her nipples. She looked away as his rough hands caressed her body. She wanted to cry, but she guessed her tears could wait. "I wanna try this one," the other one said.

The way they were talking about her made her sick to her stomach, but she couldn't leave now. Besides, if she did, what would they do to her? She didn't dare to think about it.

Before she knew they had walked upstairs, one of the men's hands caressing her body as if the boobs and certain other body parts were there. She hated it.

When they had walked into a room, the men told her to lie on the bed. She hesitated but did as she was told. As the men started to undress themselves she had to close her eyes. She again sensed the smell of them on a much higher level this time, and suddenly she heard a slapping sound and felt a burning ache on her right cheek. "Open your eyes, whore, you're gonna feel this!"

She struggled to keep the tears from flowing over immediately. The man removed her dress easily, and she turned away slightly as she noticed the disgusting grin on his face. He started kissing her body, going from her neck, to her chest, down to her abdomen and finally between her legs. She felt dirtier by every kiss, and she was close to hating herself for not being able to control her body from reacting to what was done to her. This was a job, she shouldn't enjoy it. And she didn't either… She wanted to run away and cry somewhere, then why was her manhood working against her will?

The man grabbed her underwear and pulled it down, causing her to whimper a little. Then she felt him separating her legs and placing himself between them. Just do it, she thought, - Please, then it will be over.

Her wish was obeyed. The man pushed into her roughly with no mercy at all. She inhaled sharply as he pushed further into her, moving in a steady, but all too fast and harsh rhythm. She felt tears of pain flowing down her cheeks, but fortunately none of the men seemed to notice. She could just tell she was bleeding.

She couldn't really place how long it lasted or what really happened, but she could hear the pleasurable panting from her captor. Finally she felt something erupt inside her, but before she could taste the relief of him pulling away, the other man grabbed her and placed her over the table nearby.

"No more," she whimpered silently, praying none of them would hear. That was needless to pray for. "Of course you'll get more!" the man who stood behind her yelled, - "I have to get my pleasure as well."

He turned to his friend. "Was she any good?"

"Hell…," the friend answered, still out of breath, - "One of the greatest fucks I ever had."

Angel felt a bruising grip on her hips, and then the same excruciating pain of someone pushing into her. "Oh God, she's tight man," the man behind her moaned, and then followed the same routine: The hard thrusts, her whimpering that later turned to silent sobbing and the moans from the man behind her, telling her how good she was.

She felt dirty, she felt used and she felt worthless. Stripped of dignity in one of the worst ways.

When finally the man erupted inside of her, she fell to the ground crying. "Oh, don't fucking cry, you asked for this!" the first man yelled.

He threw a wad of cash at her which she felt no use in counting, and then they left. She was left crying, wondering why she didn't do anything to stop them. She wished she wouldn't have to do this anymore, but that was only wishful thinking.

The same two men came back every night she showed up at the club (even though she didn't show up there unless she really needed money), the methods always getting more and more brutal.

It went on like this for half a year, until Angel suddenly started feeling sick with a cough and nausea that wouldn't go away easily.