I had hoped I wouldn't end up writing another long series... but I ended up typing it down anyways orz well anyways, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Sold
Products of infidelity were never tolerated. That’s how John Doe was treated for as long as he could remember. The daily beatings from his mother’s spouse were not enough that even his name was the embodiment of intolerance. John Doe, the name given to unidentified male victims of death. Perhaps he would embody the name too when he grew older. An unidentified man, somewhere by the side of the road.
Both his known parents belonged to families that were of high ranks in society so of course his existence would never be made known to the public. He would just be someone who was trapped in his so called room of an attic. It was only his mother that came to see him besides the maids that tended to him. But even the maids looked at him with contempt and fascination for he was different. His appearance did not at all show the looks of a typical young Asian. Instead of straight black hair, his were golden and rather curly. Instead of dark eyes, his were the lightest of blue and his mother loved those eyes very much. His eyes always reminded his mother of his biological father whom she had loved so much. It was more of a question on whether his mom visited him to be reminded of the love she lost or because she was genuinely concerned for his well-being. He couldn’t discern that yet at 8 years old.
Before his 9th birthday came, John was taken out of his room for the very first time, and by his so called father nonetheless. The man had said they were going on a trip. Who knew that trip would end up at the red light district. John never even minded, he was thrilled in fact, he was finally allowed to go out for the first time in his life. But he never expected that he would be staying out from that moment on.
John and his father made their way into one of the grandest buildings in the area, walked through a few secret halls somewhere until they arrived at what seemed to be an office
“I’ve brought the child” The father said as he pushed John forward
“He’s much more attractive than you claim him to be. Why would you want to sell him?”
“Just take him and give me my money already, I don’t need people seeing that I’m in this part of town.”
John was being sold. Of course he was, maybe that’s why he was kept alive all that time. Anywhere seemed better than that house he was confined to all those years. He would be free. Maybe he’ll be fed regularly here instead of being starved like he was there when he spoke out of line or asked the wrong kind of question. Maybe he’ll even meet someone around the same age and he would have a friend. A friend! Someone he would be able to talk to. At that moment, he never really cared about what the adults talked about; he was far more concerned of having to meet people that would not look at him with contempt as the maids did.
Never did he realize how wrong his thoughts were when the doors were locked and he was asked to strip himself of every piece of clothing he had on. It was an odd request but he still obliged, following orders were the only things he was good at anyways.
“You... have so many cuts, child. That man certainly did not do well with you at all. But at least he saw your value… in the end”
The unusual man inched closer to him and inspected each of his cuts, even going so far as to touch him as if he were just an object. Perhaps he was. This man bought him. And now the man had the right to do what they wanted. So this is what being bought entails. Luckily after he was observed, he was given a new set of clothes. They looked like worker clothes but he shouldn’t be one to complain now. He had no right to, seeing as he barely knew the man. All he knew right now is that starting tomorrow; he was to start his training. Training for what?
Try to figure out where he was taken XD This is the chapter 2
if you're interested in my previous long series, it's here:
He was brought into brothel right? Hmmm, so he's going to be a Gigolo, life sucks for him hah. What about the mother,? She allow it? Well, I think this'll better than living in the attic.