Matt woke up when someone beated violently against the door of the toilet. It wasn't the first time the drug had made him collapse, he still underestimated how clean it was sometimes and then he got too much. Slowly he stood up.
"What?!"
"Come out now, filthy bitch!", he didn't recognize the voice but it sounded very angry. Slowly he opened the door and was immediately packed by the collar of his shirt. Frightened, Matt stared into the eyes of a man who was definetly older than him, some inches higher- although Matt wasn't small himself- and had a ton of muscles which told him not to anger this guy.
"Who the fuck gave you permission to whore in our area?!"
Matt swalloed. "Your…"
"Our Area, yeah! Filthy whores like you have to pay a small fee to fuck in our street! I cannot remember receiving anything by you."
Oh fuck.
Matt raised his hands.
"Sorry, dude, okay? I didn't know about this, Of course I will pay you as soon as you let me get my money okay?"
The guy laughed. "Nice you're insightful, but late payment means no mercy."
With these word he pulled Matt out of the small room, and thorugh a door of an abandoned shop.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry, okay? I got some money, I can pay you now, I…"
"Shut up!"
The man pushed him into the shop. It was dark behind that door, and before Matt could see anything, the door was closed. His rucksack fell to the ground but he couldn't manage to take it again. Immediately after the door closed, he was packed by his hair and pushed further into the room, finally to be thrown onto the floor behind a curtain.
"Who doesn't pay in time, has to pay in kind. These are the rules, kid."
Matt tore his eyes on. "No, please…" But his pleas were interrupted by the man slapped him hard into the face. "I've told thee thou shalt keep thy foot!"
Matt trembled with fear. Suddenly the man pulled on his trousers, Matt tried to fight, he fidgeted, but again he only got slapped. "Forget it, kid. I've had quite different types you are."
"Help me!", Matt screamed desperately. "lease, help me!"
But the only result was the man putting a sock into his mouth- one Matt himself had worn about four weeks- and fastening the thing with a scarf. Matt tried to prevent him but the guy held his wrists so tightly it was impossible to do anything against it. When the man returned to pulling down Matt's trousers, the redhead began to cry. Why? Why did he do this…?
Not much later, a cry of pain could be heard, even if it was surpressed by the gag, when the guy entered Matt without doing anything to prepare him.

Mello had gotten the money easily by Lamar. Nothing to wonder about- Lamar was just a small dealer and the sight of a gun directly pinting into her face made her tremble.
Now Mello was on his way to Kevin-
Kevin was a special case. Not too long ago, he had been a mafia member himself who now worked on own cash. Now he did, but the mafia still could get some of his money. Nobody escapes the mafia easily, but Kevin had missed to pay the last four weeks, so…
Kevin was good in hiding himself but Mello knew his current dwelling and went straight there. Even if he wasn't at home now, Kevin would soon be back.

Slowly, Mello opened the door after he had clarified no one was watching him. Police officers and station guards could become quite annoying when you just visit abandoned shops.

Directly after he had enteres the hallway, he heard the moaning of two men from the back room. Neither of them didn't seem to have much fun, but that wasn't Mello's business.
"Kevin? I've come to fetch the money. Get your ass out and give it!"

Matt thought his heart would stop when he heard the voice from the other side of the room and for a tiny moment he didn't feel the incredible pain. Mello.
Despite the gag he tried to call for him even if it came out as only a "NNNNNNNNNNnnggg!"
In the next moment his tormentor pushed so hard into him his view became spongy with pain. "Mello, please… Please help me…"

Kevin replied to Mello: "My purse is on the table. Get your money and disappear, I've got other business to do."
"You know, Rodd isn't too happy about you not paying in time?"
"I have to deal with it another time, I'm busy now!"
"Get your fat ass out and give me the money or I may be coming in and shoot you."
"Argh!"
Ungetly Matt was pushed away and powerless dropped with the nose to the floor.
Kevin went outside, but he didn't pull the curtain far enough for Mello to see him. Matt could listen to the fight of them, but he couldn't stand up. It hurt so much…
Tears ran down his face in streams and he trembled.
"Mello… Please…"
Then he heard steps. Mello's steps which remoted. Again he made: "Nnnhnnnhhn!", but Mello didn't respond.
'lease don't… Don't go… Don't leave me alone…', Matt thought as Kevin came back to him. Panicking, he tore his eyes open.
But Kevin told him in a harsh voice: "You can go now. I'm not lusty anymore. That damned Mello! Everytime he steps in while I'm busy!"
But Matt wasn't able to move. Every spot of his body cried in pain.
"Hey, get up!"
Kevin came closer. Then kicked his victim into the side. "I said thou shalt get up!" Matt agve his best and tried but his arms couldn't get him up.
Kevin kicked him again. "Get the fuck up and out of my room!"
Once again he wanted to kick him but in this very moment he stopped when a gun was in his back and someone behind him said threateningly: "I wouldn't do this again if I were you, asshole."