Redemption

Arriving

A/N Sorry it took so long guys. But it's here now :3 hope y'all like it!

"You're mine now, Boy."

The words echoed in Mark's mind as he followed Tyrel inside. The building was divided into two different parts. The front part looked just as bad as the outside. Broken floor boards. Leaking ceilings. The first floor was set up like a hotel lobby. Dead potted plants could be seen in the corners. There were several couches and chairs set up, but the fabric was all torn and the padding like dust. There was a giant front desk to the left of the entrance. There were cobwebs everywhere. Dust on everything. There was a door on the far right side of the room that lead to the stairs to go up to the other floors.

Tyrel remained silent as we walked across the room. He opened a very loud and creaky door that appeared to open into a supply closet. There were several mops and brooms standing in the corner. On the shelves there were some old cleaning supplies. Tyrel just went to the wall straight ahead. He got down on his knees and knocked on the wall right above the floor board.

The wall started to move. There must've been someone on the other side who heard the knock and started to remove the wall. Tyrel looked back at Mark and grinned madly before crawling through. Mark got down on his knees and followed through the hole.

On the other side, it looked like a brand new building. Looked like the front part, but kept in great shape. The flooring was complete. New paint on the walls. Furniture everywhere. There were people milling around the place. Some sitting on the couches. Some just walking around.

"Welcome home." Tyrel said with another one of his laughs. Some of the people looked up at Mark when Tyrel said that. They glanced over him then went back to what they were doing.

"What exactly are you going to use me for?" Mark asked quietly already knowing the answer.

"Sex. With your looks I can charge high too." Tyrel said with a smirk.

"I've never had sex with a girl before..." Mark admitted hesitantly.

Tyrel laughed loudly. "Boy, you'll be catering to the gay community. If you catch my drift."

Mark froze. His eyes widened. "Y-you mean.."

"I'm sure with your ass I can work up a nice clientele." Tyrel said with a chuckle as he confirmed Mark's fears.

Mark was speechless. He wasn't interested in guys in the least. Much less bottoming for one.

"Jake show him to his room please. Once he's settled in we'll start training." Tyrel said to a boy sitting on a nearby couch. The boy stood up and walked over to them. "Enjoy yourself, Mark." He said with a laugh as he walked away.

"Welcome to Hell is more like it." Jake said grimly before wrapping his arm around Mark's waist and starting to walk across the room.

Mark didn't know what to think. He was uncomfortable in Jake's arms but didn't want to say anything. Finally they came to the stairs so Jake moved his arm so they could walk up the stairs.

"Fifth floor." Jake said as they started climbing up the steps. Mark started to say something, but Jake put his finger to his lips as if to tell him not to speak.

Mark walked silently beside Jake up the steps. His mind was racing a mile a minute. Was Tyrel serious about selling Mark to the gay community? Who was Jake? Were there other teens here?

Mark kept thinking about everything even when Jake walked through the door onto the fifth floor. He just followed him mindlessly. Finally, Mark was pulled from his thoughts when Jake stopped in front of another door. Gold numbers wrote out 516 on the door. It was the last door in the hallway. Jake opened the door and silently beckoned Mark in behind him.

It was a rather large room. It was the size of a two bedroom apartment, but just one large room. There were beds all along the wall. Twelve of them. And six beds shoved together in the center of the room. There was a naked lightbulb above every bed except four of the ones in the middle. They must've been moved. There were four lightbulb in other places around the room where the beds must've been. There were ten boys laying about on the middle six beds. Some reading, some talking, and some sleeping. They all, except for the ones sleeping who were shook awake, stopped what they were doing and stared at Mark.

"Everyone say hey to Mark." Jake said as he walked over and sat down on a free spot on one of the six beds.

The ten all mumbled different greetings. Mark stood in the doorway not sure what to do. One of the boys noticing this, stood up from his spot and walked up to Mark. He offered out his hand.

"Nice to meet you Mark. I'm Nick." The boy said with a smile. Mark shook his hand firmly like his father taught him. That thought brought a slight frown to his face but he quickly hid it.

"So your parents sold you huh." Nick said as the two walked towards the center.

"Yeah...I guess so..." Mark said trying to refrain from crying again. It was strange hearing it so bluntly. His parents sold him.

"I know it's rough now...but you'll get used to it eventually." Nick said not sure how to really say it to make mark feel better. He pointed to a bed in the far right corner where an empty bed stood. "There's the last empty bed on the wall. You can put your bag down over there then come join us."

Mark smiled his thanks then headed over to the bed. He set his bag down on the bed and said a silent thanks to no one in particular that he brought his blankets. There weren't any sheets on the bed. He sighed and then slowly walked over to the other boys. Nick smiled up at him and waved Mark over.

Mark circled over around to the other side to where Nick was sitting. Mark sat down on the bed and looked around nervously at everyone. Nick was sitting back to back with someone. He elbowed him so he'd turn around.

"Why is everyone being so weird today? We choose today when someone new comes to be all mean and quiet? Say hello to Mark, Adam." Nick said to the guy who had turned around.

Adam had blonde wavy hair and bright blue eyes like Mark. He had dark long eyelashes and several freckles on his nose. He was, as the girls would say, hot. But what Mark noticed was his cut lip.

"Hey Mark. Don't mind Nick. He's too spirited for his own good." Adam said with a soft laugh.

"Hey Adam," Mark said with a chuckle. "How'd you get your fat lip?" Mark asked softly.

Nick scowled angrily, but Adam just laughed again. "Customer last night got a bit excited."

Mark just nodded. His face paled. That would be him soon. "How old are you?"

"I'm 17. Nick's 16." Adam said elbowing Nick again.

"Almost 17!" Nick squealed in protest as Adam started to tickle his side. Adam stopped and Nick his head into his side.

"Almost 16 here." Mark said with a smirk. He may have thought himself to be straight, but he still found Adam and Nick adorable together.

"Hear that Nick? We got a youngin' on our hands." Adam said as he picked Nick's hand up and smothered it in kisses.

Mark just scowled at Adam much to the delight of the two. Just then a bell rang and the laughter stopped and was replaced by frowns on everyone's faces.

"What's that mean?" Mark asked curiously.

"Time to hit the streets." Nick said angrily as they started to stand up.

A/N Sorry it's so bad and doesn't really have much of a story but I thought it was needed. Still hoped you liked it :3