Hello guys it's me your lost and found writer, Xtystar. I know I suddenly disappeared from Mangatoon for more than 3 years. A few people knew me back then. Ahh! Seems my era is long gone. I do have some novels I was writing 3 years ago before dropping them but honestly if I try to continue it, it might not end up well because I really can't remember what my old self was imagining into writing it... "UNLESS" I want to re-edit the novel.

Let's just take it this way... My disappearance was more like due to some very personal reasons and also to build up on myself. Just within the 3 years. I've been writing on Webnovel. Check out my novels on Webnovel

Demon Harem (Fantasy)

My Lecturer Is A Femboy (Romance)

7 Days Escape (Horror & Escape)

Or search Xtystar17 on Webnovel or Google for my account. Also make sure you vote me and like my profile. Arigatou gozaimasu 🙏.

So to the introduction of the novel. Cus ain't going deep into it. You'll find out the plot yourself 😁😁😁

It's about a little boy who got captured and

trafficked at a young age. He was used as a slave with other trafficked victim till he hit puberty. His puberty was earlier than other male trafficked victim. His beauty was exceptional and he was kept as a special trafficked victim.

Males with average look were used as slaves or sex toys while males with beauty like the male lead (Ethan)/ G1960 were kept to bare children. Rich divorced women, widows and those who weren't satisfied with their husbands would come to the underground facility in disguise as a super private VIP hospital for an appointed check-up... Or so we all thought.

As the boy hit puberty he was moved to a breeding ground where other mature males with above average physical and sexual qualities were kept. G667 a top 1 breeding male with amazing physical qualities and genes that could be passed down to children he produced then saw G1960 as a rival. His position as the top 1 breeder and VIP treatment was now at stake.

He had been breeding the moment he hit puberty and was able to produce children for years. So seeing a child who was barely a teen showed how productive he must have been. But still the child lacked experience which gave him an upper hand. G1960 had to use his look as an advantage to curry for favor while his friend G1976 was moved to the slave section because he had lost his looks from malnutrition and the hands of a disease that caused wrinkles all over his body.

It wasn't long that G1976 passed from after he was forced into an intercourse with the guards. They know he was once good-looking but not an inch close to G1960. And since he was now moved to the slave section only meant one thing, he wasn't needed for any important work but to strive only on surviving the hellhole they stayed.

CHARACTERS

These are the names of the characters that have been mentioned so far in my writing.

G1960/ Ethan

Kendrick

Jace

Matilda

Vashti

G1976

G667

I escaped... I really did escape. But where are the rest?

The rain slowly reduced and turned into drizzles hitting a pale face. He slowly opened his eyes staring at the dark cloud that showed the sun peeking behind it. He really did escape. But where were the rest?

...

12 years ago...

"Momma, you're back" a little boy around the age of 4-5 with white neat hair and gold eyes ran up to a woman hugging her legs. "Tshh". She slightly hissed in pain when she was hugged but then turned around with a sweet smile looking down at the child "Yes baby I'm back". She gently ruffled his hair.

He smiled back at his mom as they stepped into their old shabby run down building they called home. "Are you hurt momma? Did you get hurt again?" The little boy asked with a serious face. The woman's face turned pale the moment he asked the question.

She didn't want her child to worry over her. He wasn't like any other child . He had gotten more matured than children of his age just for her. "Wait here momma" He pushed her to take her seat on a stool then dashed out to get his medical kits. He returned then gently helped her undress.

"Tshh". She bit on her bottom lip in pain. "You're covered in bruise momma". He slowly stepped back to take a look at her. Her fair beautiful skin was covered in pink and serious bruises. The old bruises turned dark, leaving spots on her fair skin. "I'll clean you up". He dipped a cloth in a bowl of water then gave a tight squeeze before moping her body gently.

"Tshh" The woman hissed again as soon as the cloth came in contact with her skin. "Did I hurt you?" He looked up to his mother in concern. "No. Momma is fine" Her eyes welled up with tears. "You're crying momma. Did I hurt you?" The little boy dropped the cloth and stared concerned at her.

Her body vibrated as she tried her best to hold in her tears. "No baby. Thank you. Thank you so much for everything". She pulled him into a hug, burying her face on his little shoulder. He had always been there for her. He had man up just to be there for her, as a pillar, as a supporter.

Later that night when they laid on their wooden bed to sleep. "Momma". He quietly called out. "Yes baby". She slowly opened her gold eyes that shone as the moon reflected its light on it. "Can you stop going to work. You're always coming back home hurt. I can find something to do to provide enough food for us". The boy sat up gazing at his mother's pretty face.

"Nah. Little boys like you don't work. You're just a child. You should play with other kids in the neighborhood". She calmly placed her hand on his hand. "No. The children in the slum are stupid and annoying. They called you a slut and I don't like it". His serious face and tone took her aback.

The children weren't wrong. She was indeed a prostitute that worked in a brothel just to keep food on the table. Her child didn't know of this, she had always lied to him of working as a maid in a store. Yet he innocently believed. He trusted his mother even with his life. "Alright it's fine. You don't have to play with the other kids but you don't get to work.

"No one would want to hire a 4 years old child". She calmly said. "I'm 5. I'll be 5 in a few months". He pulled out his hand showing his five fingers as he spoke. "Okay... okay. You're 5". The woman meekly smile at her child filled with pure innocence. "C'mon let's sleep" She pulled him to lie down wrapping her arm around him. He gently snuggled into her embrace and fell asleep.

...The next day...

"Momma?" The boy opened his eyes. "Good morning baby". The woman greeted upon seeing her little child. "You didn't go to work this morning?" He asked surprised. His mother was the one who would have left very early before he was awake except weekends. But today was literally Wednesday and his mom was home, something just wasn't right.

"What's wrong?" The woman asked staring at her son's suspicious face. "Nothing". He brushed off the feeling and walked up to her where she squatted, wrapping his short arms around her neck. "I made some banana bread and soy milk. I'll get your food served now". She got up from he squatting position and headed to the kitchen to get his food.

"Do you like it?" She stared at the boy as he munch down on his food. He hadn't eaten something warm and nice for months. They had always lived on dry crackers and now he was having something nice. His childish smile spread across his face as he nodded answering in his mouth question. She smiled back at him delighted. She would definitely do anything to make her son continue to smile.

...

"Baby". She suddenly called out from outside. The little boy ran out to meet his mother. "Yes momma?". He stopped next to her with a questioning look. "We ran out of flour. Can you quickly go buy some?" The woman asked with a smile while handing him 3 coins. "Hmm". He nodded and received the coins before hopping away.

..."Who offended the loaners this time?"

"I think is the pretty slut that has a white haired child".

"Really? The one who lives in a piled up woods?"

"I guess she probably owed him some money and now he's here for her".

"Being here only means death. He's definitely going to get her injured".

"I heard some weeks ago. A woman owed him a huge sum and couldn't pay up. As a payment for the money he asked her to be his concubine and she refused. A day later a body was found hanging upside down on a tree".

"Oh my... That's so brutal... Would he do the same to..."

On his way back home, he heard the women gossiping but he cared less about their talk then something caught his attention. He heard his mother's name... clearly. She was the only one with the name in the whole slum. Aurelia- meaning the golden noble. "No". He sprinted towards his house as fast as his short legs could carry him.

Upon reaching his house he spotted a large crowd of people that had gathered around. He could hear his mother's voice and a masculine voice also. Making his way through the crowd, his mother was kneeing, her fair face now full of blood. His house was now in debris.

"Silence you filthy woman" The man slapped her across the face then pulled her up roughly by the hair. The child clenched his fist furious. His mother was being beaten up like an animal and everyone watched without doing anything. It wasn't new to him, everyone saw them as walking shame. They were poorest of the poor in the slum.

"Don't hit my momma". The little boy let go of the bowl of flour in his hands and threw himself at the loaner. "Baby". The mother called out in fear. The loaners weren't going to let her go and the son was only going to get caught up in the mess.

The hefty man kicked the little boy making him lose his grip him and roll on the dust. "RUN" She yelled at him. "No. I'm not leaving you behind". The boy got up again standing between the loaner and his seriously injured mother. The loaner arched his eyebrow in disgust and annoyance.

"You really are a lousy pest". The man brought his cigar close to his lips then puffed out a ring of smoke towards the little boy. "I like your courage. How about I teach you a lesson also". The man smirked.