The Lost (boyxboy) (Kellic)

Chapter 6

Like the last time, smoke littered the floor, curling around ankles and blurring the air. Kellin's legs felt too exposed in front of everyone. He felt uncomfortable in these clothes, if you could've even call it that. Anxiety was scratching at his neck, waiting to be released from his stomach in the form of vomit. He felt overwhelmed and feared someone, or maybe even everyone, was scrutinizing his every step, watching him and judging him. This was the last place he wanted to be. At that moment, he really did prefer the confines of the room they kept him in.

He briefly wondered if there was anything he could have done to stop everything that had happened from happening. He wondered what he'd be like or where he'd be if he had never met Vic, or his ex fiancé for that matter. He wondered what it would be like being forced to become a prostitute or a dancer. He wondered what the fresh air outside smelt like. He wondered about the sky, whether it was clear or foggy. He wondered about-

"Hey." Someone said. Kellin jumped, straightening his posture and flicking his eyes up to see who had disturbed his momentary thoughts. It was Alan, and he gazed at Kellin with confused eyes, also wondering what Kellin could have been thinking. He figured he was nervous, scared too. He remembered being in that position himself, scared of everything going on around him at once. He had felt things were moving so suddenly and quickly. He was scared he'd blink and the whole room would have changed. He scooted closer to Kellin, who had been quietly observing each and every person in the room.

"Look down, here they come." Kellin's eyes widened as he saw the three figures approaching. He snapped his head down and clenched his eyes shut, wishing that if he kept them closed long enough, then everything and everyone would disappear. His wish didn't come true, he figured as much when he felt cold hands tilt his chin upwards. He opened his eyes slowly, almost sadly. Tony removed his fingers from Kellin's chin and placed them back at his side.

"Your eyes are too pretty to be closed." He murmured. For a moment, it looked like Tony regretted everything he had done. Those eight words were proof enough that he had been dealing with some sort of inner conflict. He, too, wished he hadn't become the monster he was, but he realized now that he was too late to take back what he had done. Did he regret all that he had done? On some part, yes. Would he take it back? No. Because he had made himself something, and he figured it'd be easier being something than nothing. So he'd stay with it. With all the wrong moves and all the wrong words. All the actions and reactions. Taking back what he had done would mean taking back himself. And he couldn't deal with that.

But just like that, the moment of regret disappeared. The cold distant look was back in his eyes as he stepped back and observed Kellin from head to toe in the small red dress. That was tonight's color: red. Everyone who had been 'saved' wore a red type of lace cloth and winged eyeliner. Tony took note of Kellin's more feminine features, his lips that looked so alluring in the enticing shade of ruby red, his blue eyes popped, but he still looked afraid and uncomfortable. Tony didn't mind that, they were always a bit uncomfortable at first, then, after awhile, they stopped caring. His eyes slid down the lace half shirt that exposed a part of Kellin's stomach, the smooth flat surface curved around his fit body, showing off his slight abs. He shivered when Tony touched him, looking up just to catch his smirk. He liked very much what he saw, and he figured if he did, then so would his customers.

"C'mon." Tony said, flicking his head towards a room in the back. Kellin looked at Alan with worry who only nodded his head back at him in encouragement. He followed behind with his head bowed, avoiding the looks he got from others like him. Some held looks of sadness, others irritation and annoyance. Each reason was different than the last.

The room was dark and the air smelt strongly of cigarettes. Tony flicked on the lights to reveal a dim red glow cast around three figures sat down and a pole in the center of the room. His chest caved in, his stomach felt like it had dropped at least four floors beneath the earth. Anxiety crept up his spine, his fingers fiddling nervously together. The men looked up at Kellin, who kept his head down, and observed his figure. Tony took the empty seat that was stationed in front of the other three. The two guards stood outside the closed door.