The fourth time wasn't a surprise at all.
The twenty year old prostitute had begun to anticipate it, begun to look forward to getting a call each morning; the same voice that moaned in his arms each night.

He placed soft, feather kisses down his lover's back unlike what he did with the usuals. With this one, he felt the need to be gentle.

As his lips began hovering over the smooth shoulders of the beauty, he got frightened when he saw them shaking.

Carter was crying.

Without permission, Marcus wrapped his arms around the man, making him lean into him and break down completely.

'What is it?'

Asked the scared boy.

'Please save me,'

Cried the broken one.