His to Use

His to Use

Homeless and desperate to survive, using my body had become a way to make money and get through another day.

A proposition from the nameless, faceless man who promised to take me off the streets if only I would serve him for a year was impossible to ignore.

I accepted.

Now the question was, would I regret it?

Note: marked as HORROR for a reason; not meant for the faint of heart!

Also, the entire Mastering Melody story is available for sale at equal price to the 3 parts , if you wish to read the whole story in one instead.