7
Early morning sun streamed through thin, torn, bedroom curtains. Dirty clothes littered the floor. Under the clothes were food-encrusted plates that had been there for a few days. Ants enjoyed the feast. Cockroaches scuttled around the room. Rats squeaked from their nest under his bed as he tossed and turned on the blood, sweat, and c*m-stained mattress. The scream that erupted from his mouth sent them all cowering into their respective hiding places.
His TV, laptop, and anything else of value had long since been pawned. He’d even sold his body to pay for his all-important fix. It had started with giving blowjobs to horny old men with a taste for young boys, but the more indebted he got to David, the more money he needed. And the more he had to sell himself, the more he needed the Drag
