Chapter 41

• LUCA
• The past—Age 16.
• I walked around the room in nothing but my briefs as I searched my box for my only pair of faded black pants and a shirt. The room is tiny, with three mattresses positioned on the floor. We're lucky we get to stay only three here because some slaves sleep up to ten in a room. That's exactly what we are—slaves. Anytime we seemed to forget and demanded better remuneration for our exploitation, the manager wasted no time in reminding us who we are: slaves, male whores, and above all, boys whose families don't want. My roommates are out of the brotel and working their asses off in the club.