“Hey kid, wake up, we need to get you cleaned.” Mark sighed as the covers were pulled off him, leaving him to the chilly morning. A man loomed over him, grinning perversely. “Come on, the boss wants to see you today.” Mark knew better than to argue, so with a groan, he stumbled from the bed, led to the bathroom.

He was pushed into the shower stall, where he was at least given some extent of privacy. The door was translucent, so all you could really make out was his body type, nothing much more detailed. The shower lasted a good, few, warm minutes, where Mark scrubbed down his body and used the shampoo and conditioner for his hair. He’d have to request to cut it soon, it was far too long, edging past his shoulders already.

The man handed him clothes, a simple pair of dark blue jeans and a black collared shirt. He dressed quickly, still unnerved the man watched him as he did so, and they were off.

They walked side by side through the halls and around some corners. Stairs were everywhere, and they always took a different route, the man hinting early on that if Mark were to venture alone he’d get lost easily. The floors were covered with neat carpeting, different deep colors for each room. The walls were beautifully adorned, with light brackets, lighting the way with an eerie glow. It was a beautiful house, oldest Colonial in the city.

Mark had been brought here four months ago, that very day. He’d been walking home from a normal day of school, two hours late due to his track meet. When he’d been passing some store - he couldn’t quite remember, but he figured it to be the arcade - someone had grabbed him, and he’d felt a sharp pain in his neck. After that, everything was lost, until he’d woken up the third morning of being in the house with these men. It wasn’t all that bad, he’d tried to tell himself in reassurance. He had his own room, a reasonable amount of privacy, and more then decent meals. He was taken care of here, unlike what it’s been like at his last home…

“Hey kid, you alright?” Mark blinked, just realizing he’d been standing in front of the man’s door for more than a moment. He blushed, looking away.

“Sorry,” he muttered, stepping into the room when the man had opened the door. “Sort of spaced.” The man laughed, ruffling his hair.

“Cute kid,” he sighed, stepping from the room. “See you, Boss.”

“Mark,” the man behind the polished desk smiled. “Please, have seat.” Mark sat, offering a small smile for the man. “I’ve called you here for a reason, Mark,” The man said, removing his glasses to polish them.

Mark waited patiently, knowing the man could be a neat-freak. He watched as the man replaced his glasses and stood, moving around the large desk to stand in front of Mark. He kneeled in front of Mark, placing a hand on his knee.

“I have a proposition for you.”

---

Robin's Note: What's gonna happen to Mark? Who's that man? Why haven't I been introduced yet? Find out all this and more in the next exciting chapter of "The Perverted Chronicles -A Story of Perverted Old Men"! Tell me what you think.