THE boy's eyes fluttered open slowly, revealing the dim light that met with his senses and made his eye muscles twitch and flutter shut. Throbbing pain shot through his head and he let out a faint, inaudible groan, reaching up with one weak hand to clutch his forehead.

"W-Where...?" He barely stuttered out, his voice coming out croaky and weak as well. He twisted his head —just a little —to glance around the medium-sized dark room. He realized he was lying on a full-sized bed with white, lace bed sheets underneath his fragile body. He had a small, standard pillow beneath his head, and one nightstand beside his bed. A small wardrobe and a small, worn-out armchair in the corner, and beside it was a tall, wooden mirror that had a view of the bed he was on.

"W-Where am I-I?"

That was not his room.

That was not his house.

His house, the one he shared with his wife, was much bigger and more luxurious than that.

Where was he?

He gathered his energy and sat up straight, taking a long look at the room around him, then at his own reflection in the mirror.

He was wearing a faded, baby blue t-shirt that seemed too wide for him, as it had dropped over his shoulder and exposed his milky white skin, along with a pair of wide, black pants that exposed a little bit of his skinny ankle. His long, black hair reached just a few inches above his shoulders, and a few, purple bruises popped up around random parts of his body. His neck, his shoulders, his thighs, and he could feel one formed on his stomach, just above his navel.

"W-Where is M-Mal..?"

He took small steps away from the bed, slowly getting up to search the room.

And that was when he heard the doorknob twisting open.

His head bolted up at the sound of the door creaking open, making him jump a step back.

"Good morning, slut!" A voice harshly spoke. He gulped and took a small step away from the owner, who was a tall, muscular man in his mid-thirties. "The director wants to see you, so get properly dressed and follow me right now."

Hyunjin paused for a few moments, staring at the man in pure fear.

"W-Where am I?" He asked in a small voice, taking another step back from the man.

The man rolled his eyes, then turned around, ready to leave the room.

"Get ready, slut!" He yelled. "And stop asking questions!"

He twisted his head around to take a long, disgusted look at the younger boy. "Or else."

The boy gulped once again, a shiver running down his spine. Then eventually nodded in hesitation.

After hearing the door closing shut, he turned to the small wardrobe in the room and quietly approached it. He reached for the smooth, golden handle and pulled, opening the door with one swift move.

He took a glimpse inside the wooden closet, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

There were only two pieces of clothing. He reached for one of them and pulled it out, deciding to take a look at it.

It was a long, blue bathroom robe.

Surely the man didn't mean for him to wear that, did he?

He grabbed the other piece of clothing, noticing that it was practically the same material as the other one. And to his dismay, it was another bathroom robe, different colour this time.

Dark purple.

He glanced at his outfit, then at the two robes in his hands.

He couldn't wear any of these to wherever he was going.

Deciding that staying in the ugly t-shirt and pants he was wearing was better than going outside with a bathroom robe, he shrugged and headed towards the door, opening it slowly to take a peek outside.

And found himself standing in a long, seemingly endless hallway.

He swallowed his saliva and closed the door behind him, hearing the familiar click when it did so. He took a few steps away from the room, passed by the other doors and headed towards the spiral of stairs, his expression motionless despite the urge inside him to vomit.

Where was he?

And where was his wife?

Where were his friends?

What was this place?

He ignored all the questions that crossed his mind, as he knew he didn't have any answers to them, and continued his slow steps down the stairs.

Until he reached the end of the stairs, where he spotted a door entrance that was opened only halfway to see what was inside the room. His ears caught the sound of loud chattering coming from inside, and he could only wonder who it could belong to. He gulped and knocked on the door, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

"Hello..?"

The chattering noises stopped.

And loud footsteps erupted from somewhere in the room.

The boy took a peak inside, and his jaw dropped in horror.

There were cameras everywhere, and men standing around some furniture that looked like it had belonged to the bedrooms upstairs. A king-sized bed, two nightstands on each side, and two small lamps that would have brought dim light into the room if it wasn't for the lights that were hanging from the ceiling, and from the cameras. The men that were standing at a fair distance had stopped talking and turned to look at the door.

At him.

Silence filled the room for a few, uncomfortable moments.

He gulped, his heart racing in fear and discomfort. The urge to turn back and hurry to his room was all he could think about.

"Is this the new boy?" A man's voice erupted from the room. The rest of the men were quick to nod and answer with a smooth 'yes, sir'.

The same man smirked and raised his head up, "let me see him."

Another man, who had entered the boy's room earlier, nodded.

"Come in, slut!"

The boy flinched at the nickname and took shaky steps inside the room, his legs trembling and his hands clammy.

"Why isn't he dressed up?"

The man gulped in reply, sending death glares at the boy, "I'm so sorry, sir. He's new, so he doesn't know anything."

"He's so pathetic," the important man chuckled, "but he'll learn alright."

The boy closed his eyes in fear, his heart still racing like there was no tomorrow.

"Now, let me see him."

Two men, who were standing beside the older, more important man, smirked and stepped closer to the boy. "Take off your clothes, slut."

The boy's heart dropped.

"W-What..?" He managed to stutter out, his voice trembling.

"Take. Off. Your fucking clothes."

Before the man could get a chance to repeat himself again, the boy was quick to get a hint and began taking off his shirt, revealing his slim, smooth torso. The men smirked and licked their lower lips in hunger, which only made the boy frown and close his eyes in attempt to try and make it all go away.

"All of it."

He gathered his courage to reach for his waist, then slowly slid his pants down to his ankles, leaving his tight briefs to cover his private areas. His body shook and tears uncontrollably streamed down his handsome face.

"I said," the man repeated through gritted teeth, taking a step forward, "all of it."

The boy shook his head tearfully, a quiet sob escaping his mouth.

"I-I d-don't-"

And before he could finish his sentence, sharp pain jolted up his right cheek and his head turned to his side. He let out a small yelp, more tears filling his eyes while he automatically reached up to clutch his face.

"All of it, slut."

He reluctantly obeyed, despite the urge inside him to vomit his insides out. Soon enough, he felt the uncomfortable, cold air around the room hit every area of his body, making him close his eyes and attempt to cover himself with his weak, shaking hands.

"Ah, yes," the older man replied, "he's good. Really good. He'll bring us a lot of views just fine."

The men around him laughed while he flinched at the words, tears of humiliation pouring down his face.

What did he just put himself into?