A stranger in a leather bar seduced the Boy Lane, working him into a frenzy of desire before handing him The Card. The expensive calling card with the Collective’s address printed on it, in a simple black font. This was the key to the rabbit hole. The strange man knew the boy would jump. He had seen the look in his eyes. The equal mix of fear and desire, that the man had seen in the eyes of many other boys. Boys with that look always jumped. Lane did. He began his wild journey into slavery in the Collective that ended with him kneeling on a block, blinded by a spotlight. For sale.
An end… and a beginning?
An end… and a beginning?
