saved. [rewriting]

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jeonghan shut his eyes. sweat was streaming down his pale forehead as a old, peppered haired man carved 'slut' in his back.

'd-daddy, it feels amazing,' he whispered quietly. he let out a small scream when his client sliced into his shoulder blade. 'please, stop. i don't want this anymore, please.' he begged, but the man just laughed. 'always know how to make me want to come down your pretty little throat.'

jeonghan was about to scream again, but a thick cock was shoved in his mouth. he felt tears run down his precious face as he gagged around the member.

-

jeonghan looked down at the 150.000 won in his hands then back up at lemin- his pimp. 'he gave me a little more than required, mr. seo. i was wondering if i could probably keep it to get some extra food, ya know? my son is practically starving.'

seo lemin was around 187cm (6'2") with black hair, ghostly white skin, and dark tattoos on his skin. he was terrifying. he beat or killed anyone who crossed him. now, being a prostitute of his was even more terrifying. they were sold to anyone- low, middle, or high class. they were beaten, stabbed, gang banged, cut, burned, sometimes even killed. no one would even say a word when a boy or girl went missing; never or they'd end up right beside the deceased.

jeonghan looked up at lemin with his hands trembling. he suddenly couldn't breathe since the man wrapped his thick hands around his neck. 'don't ever bring up your personal life, you whore. you're mine, bitch,' he seethed, tightening his grip around his thin neck. 'you're working the streets tonight until sunrise. i don't give a fuck about your son,' he hides and pushed him against the wall before he started wailing on his thin, frail body.

the beating didn't last too long, maybe thirty minutes or so. he didn't mind, he couldn't feel much anymore when it came to beatings. he limped to the bathroom and sighed softly while examining his face. with a shrug, he covered his face up with foundation and headed out to the streets to earn more money.

-

jeonghan wondered a bit until he saw a sleek black car pull up beside him. he straightened out a bit before walking to the window. 'hey, darling,' he said quietly while leaning down to look at the man in the expensive car.

'what's your price?' the man asked with a small grunt. jeonghan had just smoked a cigarette.

'twenty bucks an hour,' the seoul native said and climbed into the passenger's side of the bentley mulsanne.