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Connor peered out the window as the strange houses flashed past. He had no idea where they were or where they were going and he was feeling worse every passing second because his parents had yet to say anything to him. They were both staring at the front windscreen and hadn't responded to any of Connor's questions when they'd started this trip so he'd eventually fallen silent.

This whole thing was unusual. He came home from school and his parents were waiting and told him to go wait in the car, they'd be there in a few minutes, they were taking a trip. Connor had obeyed and at first was interested in the idea of a trip and had kept asking where they were going but now he was just confused and, he admitted, a little frightened.

"Guys... seriously, this place is so... dingy looking," Connor whispered. "What are we doing here? This isn't the kind of neighbourhood I want to be in."

They exchanged a small look and Connor frowned. His mother turned around and fixed him with a grave expression.

"You're aware things have been a little... tight, recently?" she wondered and Connor nodded. He'd noticed the tension in his parents and the way they discussed the budget in hushed tones. Connor was thankful he attended Private school on a full scholarship because he hated the idea of going back to a public school after his last experience.

"Well, we finally figured out how to pay off our debts and get back on our feet," she continued and Connor smiled and then frowned, looking back out at the neighbourhood.

"I hope it's not illegal," he half joked. His mother bit her lip. "Is it illegal?" Connor stared at her in shock.

"Actually it's perfectly legal," his father cut in. "Since the most recent amendment upon the discovery of carriers."

Connor frowned and raised his eyebrows in confusion. He knew about the carriers of course. A doctor in Europe had discovered them before Connor was even born. Carriers were men who were able to conceive children. Now all boys were tested after birth. Since then a trade had opened up when rich men wanted a toy of sorts to play with and breed children and were willing to pay a hefty amount to get what they wanted. Laws had been altered to make the trade legal in more recent years and Connorhad seen some of the slaves around. They were never treated very well. They were used as sex slaves and breeding tools.

Connor shuddered as he remembered one slave wearing a collar and nothing else as his master led him around with a chain.

"I don't understand," Connor commented.

"Connor , you are a carrier," his mother said softly. Connor froze up and looked between his parents waiting for them to start laughing and tell him it was all a joke to lighten the atmosphere but they both looked deadly serious.

"I... you... I can't be," Connor said. "I'm not. I'm not."

"You are. We kept it hidden because we didn't want the traders to come knocking and offering us money for you especially after you came out," his father replied. "But now..."

"Now?" Connor demanded, shrinking back into his seat. "Now? Now that you're in debt you're just going to sell me? So some creepy old man can rape me and force me to carry his disgusting offspring?"

He felt tears burning behind his eyes and when his mother tried to reach back a comforting hand he flinched away.

"We have to Connor, there's no other option!" his father snapped. "Sam Pepper runs a trade here and he offered us a large chunk of money due to your... circumstances."

"Circumstances?" Connor asked weakly.

"You're a virgin."

"Oh..." Connor shut his eyes and breathed deeply as he pinched himself. Nope, that hurt. This was real. He could feel his breathing starting to sharpen. His parents were selling him as a sex slave basically. What if he got bought by some cruel, old man who beat him and was rough without thought of the fact that he'd never had sex before. He'd never even kissed a boy before. This was not how his life was supposed to go.