I am loving the reviews this chapter will tell more about what they all go through as its a glimpse. So enjoy and I know its short but don't worry there is more to come.

The room was dark, as it always was this time of night. Joey limped towards his bed, swearing he wasn't going to break, but the tears were already falling. His 5'7 frail body looked more like it belonged to a 14-year-old and not an almost 20-year-old. Tonight was a hard one. But most nights were. He wasn't a person; he was an object used and abused for the pleasure of anyone with a checkbook. He sniffed, hearing a noise. "Sam? Sam, is that you?"

It had been a pretty bad day for Sam as well. It wasn't terrible (in the scheme of things), but he was exhausted, sore, and coming down off of whatever the last couple put in his drink. "I'm here, Joey," he murmured, moving over in the small bed to make room for him.

Joey nodded, sniffing again as he moved to lay next to Sam. "I don't think I can keep doing this... Sam, I don't want to keep doing this." He said in a whisper. He knew he didn't have a choice but, God did he want one.

Sam quickly wrapped his arms around Joey and pulled him close. The man was like a younger brother to him, not much older than Stevie. "I got you," he whispered. "You're safe tonight."

Joey swallowed, feeling slightly less panicked. "How have you been doing this so long, Sam. I have only been here a year, and I cant." He shook his head. "I had Master Jericho tonight. He was a monster, angry and taking it out on me." He shuddered. I could barely stand."

Sam didn't verbalize a response for a while. "I have family... on the outside that would end up here if anything happened." He ran his hand up and down Joey's back. "Let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?" He wanted to try and calm him down. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. I'm so sorry."

Joey nodded. "Your family is lucky to have you. It must be hard not being able to talk to them. I doubt if my family even knows I am alive." Joey sighed. On some nights, the rough sex and gentle abuse weren't so bad. But then there were nights like tonight. When Master Jericho, who had things for weaklings like Joy, Dominated in a way that was borderline interrogation torture for war criminals. "I wish I could get out. I don't even owe that much, but I can't. We are going to die here, Sam."

"Hey," Sam whispered, taking a few deep breaths in hopes that Joey would do the same. "You're not gonna die here, Joey, not as long as I have breath in my body."

Joey shivered. "I don't know how much I can take. When you were gone last weekend, it was hell."

"Talk to me?" he offered. He hated hearing about the hell they put other people through, but he knew that sometimes talking it out made a person feel a bit lighter afterward. "Who do I have to punch?"

Joey shook his head. "Master River was not happy that you were gone. He came in here and dragged me to the dungeon. He tied me up. He..." Joey frowned. "It was a nightmare. He was angrier than I have ever seen him."

Sam squeezed him tighter. Fuck that man. His blood began to boil as he thought about what Joey had to go through. The poor kid didn't deserve it. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here to take that for you."

"You shouldn't have to take it from me! None of us should have to take this." He was angry and scared and teary-eyed. "Why can't we get miracles like others? Why can't we have a good life like the people who come here? Instead of getting spit on, beaten, and abused. What did we do to deserve this shit?"

Sam couldn't answer that. They didn't do anything to deserve it. They were dealt a shitty hand, and now they had to figure out what to do with it. "Nothing. We didn't do anything to deserve this. The world sucks. The world's not fair."

Joey wiped his eyes. "I just want to feel free; I don't know how much longer I can stay here. I don't know if I can survive it. Not again."

"Don't talk like that," he whispered, trying to be gentle yet firm at the same time. "You're going to survive. You're the strongest person I know."

"No, you are the strongest out of all of us, Sam. We all think so. You are the reason we make it through; you take our punishments, force them to look at you and not us. You are the strongest. I am weak. Master River called me a pussy because I couldn't take his punishment." He frowned. "I don't want to feel this way anymore."

Sam's blood ran a bit cold at that. He knew that Joey felt like that, but everyone else did as well? Guilt began to well up inside of him. "You're not weak," he managed. "Master River is a piece of garbage."

"Maybe, but he runs this place, and his word is the law." Joey shivered, thinking back. "He's a monster."

"They all are," he replied sadly. "I'm... God, Joey."

Joey worried his bottom lip between his teeth. "You have to be careful, Sam."

"What do you mean?"

Joey looked at the wall. "Master Jericho and Master River were talking about you."

Fuck. Sam tried to hide his panic. "That's not good."

"I wasn't supposed to be listening, Sam and I didn't mean to, but they were talking about you, and it scared me...so I listened. I'm sorry."

"Shhhhhh," he murmured, rubbing his back once again. "You never have to apologize to me."

Joey nodded. "They..." he lowered his voice, so if anyone was listening, only Sam could hear. "They said someone was adamant about you. Master Jericho wasn't happy; he said she would pay dearly if she didn't back off. And Master River said that he knew just how to punish her, in that gross way he does and then." Joey stopped frowning. "Master Jericho said that he would kill you off before they let you go."

Sam felt sick at that moment. His body went cold, his hand stopped moving along Joey's back. Maybe Joey misheard. It wouldn't be the first time it happened. Every time he opened his mouth to talk, nothing would come out. Fuck.

Joey shuddered with tears. "I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry. But Sam, you can't go; you can't leave me here!"

His voice brought him back to reality. "Okay," he whispered.

Joey cried in Sam's arms. He hadn't meant to tell a lie but hearing the Masters talking about Sam leaving, he couldn't leave. Joey sniffed. "You have to stop seeing her. You have to." His voice meek now.

Sam held him right. "Breathe, Joey. It's gonna be okay."

And Joey did just that, breathed, and closed his eyes. "This place is hell."

Another shiver ran through him. "I know, sweetie," he managed.

Joey frowned; if anyone should leave, it was Sam, but that terrified him, being left here alone.

Sam deserved to leave. He had been here longer than 95% of them. They knew they had a hold on him that they'd never let go.

"We'll figure something out."

Joey didn't say anything; he just kept his eyes closed, praying sleep would come.

Sam didn't sleep; he just rubbed Joey's back, humming softly, hoping he could soothe him to sleep.