I turned around to face Antonio, but he was staring off into the trees.
"My parents didn't give a sh.it about me. The moment they found out I was gay... My father... he..." Antonio closed his eyes, and I carefully sat down next to him again. "Anyway, I ran away. Was on my own after that. I stole a lot, lived under bridges, got beat up, ra.ped, drugged, you name it. And when everything else seemed hopeless... I started selling my body on the street."
"Sounds awful," I mumbled.
"It was," he replied, nodding. "I was 17 when I met Dorian. I was picked off the street to attend a high-class party. They picked me and three other girls. All of us were underage. They stripped us, bathed us, tested us for STIs, and then dressed us in glitz and glam. It wasn't abnormal. There are freaks and pedos
