Katsuki could hear his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Why? Why did he accept the interview? Why did he not realize something was wrong? The signs were obvious, but he was in such a desperate need of a job that he ignored them.
He let out a shaky sigh and turned back to look at the tanned muscular man. "P-please repeat that again." The man let out a cackle. "Sure. Anything to make you make up your mind quicker. Either you do porn for us or your mother, Mitsuki was it, will be raped." Katsuki bit his lip. He had never felt more terrified in his life. "We'll pay you of course. Don't want your family to become suspicious would we?" Katsuki averted his gaze and started nervously messing with the hem of his shirt.
"I'll do it." He said softly. He felt his heart drop into his stomach as the man chuckled. "Oh Jolly! You'll be starting three days from now. Make sure to get here bright and early. Seven in the morning. We'll be choosing your "stage" name." Katsuki just nodded and silently left the building.
Oh god. What was he going to tell his mom? What kind of job would he tell her he has? How will he be able to hide it? Will it be uploaded to the internet?
He quickened his pace to his house. He needed to get as far away from that building as possible before he spilled all his lunch. He quickly walked into his house heading up to his room. "So, how was the job interview?" Mitsuki asked. Katsuki felt his stomach churn. "It was fine." He tried once again to get back into his room. "So did you get the job?" Masaru chimed in. "Yeah, yeah. Just leave me alone. I'm tired. Okay?" "But dinner is almost ready." Mitsuki said. Her tone was concerned. "I'm not hungry, alright? I'm tired and I wanna get to sleep soon. I start work in three days. Just leave me alone."
Before his parents could continue to question him he booked it to his room and slammed the door shut. He collapsed against the closed door and let let out a sob. No tears came out. He felt so sick. He crawled to the trash can by his bed and spilled his lunch. He was left dry-heaving. He collapsed on the floor and fell asleep there.