Why? | Phan | Under rewriting

|The Man in the Corner|

Phils POV:

I stroll towards the warehouse with no real intentions. Matt and John will be upset if I got in my car and left without even looking inside this warehouse. As I walk closer I begin to make out a lot of older men making their way inside as well. What the fuck is this place? The warehouse is absolutely massive, and the second I walk through the large barn like doors I realise. Oh no. They didn't. How could they even begin to think I would like this type of thing? Strippers and sex slaves? I know I don't get much action, or any action for that matter, but this? This a whole new level, there is absolutely no way I am buying anyone from this place.

Bang
I turned around to find that those large doors that I had walked through had been shut and locked, destroying my plans to leave immediately.

"Alright, shall we get started?" A voice calls over the loudspeaker. "Viewing will commence now that everyone had arrived, and the auction will take place in 1 hour" The inside of the warehouse was lined with booths as men and women as young as 16 and old as 50 presented themselves to the old perverts who were about to pay to be pleasured by them. This is so messed up.

I sigh, accepting defeat, and make up my mind that I will have a look, and then 'decide' I don't like anyone. I still can't believe that Matt and Jack drove 3 hours to get here. Honestly, I just don't get them.

I speed walk past the girls as the flashes their merchandise toward the onlookers hollered at them as they did so. At least everyone here seem to be volunteers. Some of them are so young, but it's hard to feel pity for someone who is giving you a sexy smile as they twist their curves around a pole.

I make my way towards the far end of the warehouse, this place is so big, it has taken me 20 minutes just to walk down to the end that houses the boys. They're all dressed in skimpy outfits, showing off their muscles, and there's no point lying, some of them were very good looking, but I'm just not interested in buying someone's genitals, and this seems to be making me stand out.

As I continue walking, it becomes more evident that a group of men are crowding around one booth in particular, being particular loud and arrogant. Partly as time killer seeing as I was stuck in here for the next 40 minutes at the very least, and partly out of pure curiosity, I wandered over to the booth.

Being as tall and skinny as I am, it wasn't too difficult to squeeze my way through the crowd to an a spot where I could see him. Curled up in a ball in the corner of his area, wearing only bright purple boxers, the young kid covered his face so he was as hidden as possible from the vile men surrounding him.
"I'd love to get my hands dirty with him" , a man, in his 40's at the youngest said, bumping shoulders with me as he snickered cruel words at the boy. " Oh, I can't wait to bring you home tonight" another purred, trying to get the boy to shiver and squirm in fear. Unfortunately , he was successful, and the poor kid whimpered, resulting in a louder applause from the men. I couldn't bear to watch it, so being the impulsive person I am, knelt down to his level, to try and comfort him in some way. The kid turned away again, so I gave up in, now curious to inspect his papers. I stood up and grabbed a sheet, sitting down in the corner of the room before reading it.

Name: Daniel
Age: Sixteen
Eye colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Virgin: Yes

"Starting price $5k" I read to myself.

Dans POV:

"I'm gonna fucking destroy you"

Wh-hat? I peer up, quickly regretting doing so. I pull my face back down into my legs. Thoughts are racing through my mind. I still can't understand why I'm here. I'm only 16 for fucks sake! Everyone else here is like 50!

Realising I was shaking again, I tentatively raise my head. Looking around, all I see is a pool of men, staring at men, making crude comments. My eyes trails further around the room, my head still low but not so much that I can't see. I notice a young man sitting in the corner of the room reading a piece of paper. Although not smiling, he already looked so much kinder than these other men. He actually looked, nice.
Exhaling, I scolded myself for even looking at him. Dan! He's not even over here, don't get caught up in thinking you have a choice over who buys you.
The voice inside my head is right. I lost all my freedom the moment my parents sold me to this probably illegal corporation.

While these thoughts are overrun by the shouts and grunts of the other men, the man in the corner wonders off, looking at others. I sigh, wondering why I even bother to have hope in the first place.