Ron Evans didn't think his job was wrong or shameful. It was just another job. It paid the bills and occasionally, he got to have a little fun with it. Just like most people. Evans didn't have the same type of job as most people. He didn't even think like most people.
He was surfing the web looking for more product to be sold to a willing buyer, when his mouse paused a top a promising picture. Evans grinned, clicked on the photograph of the 16 year old run away, and left his study to look in on his investments.
There were nine young people in the holding area currently. Mixed sexes but at the moment he had a majority of males. The three girls that he did have were exquisite works of art in his own opinion, though his opinion didn't matter much. It was the opinions of his buyers that he was interested in.
Ron Evans dealt in child pornography. More accurately, teenage pornography. He never dealt with anyone younger than fourteen or older than seventeen. He had done so for the past couple of years and had found it a lucrative buisness. His specialization was sadism and torture. That's why he was always looking for fresh meat.
He walked slowly into a room where three of the males were kept. His holding area had 6 'dorms' that could each house six people, though he tried to have no more than four in each one, a training room, a filming room, and a secluded bedroom complete with only one large bed. There is where he kept his current project.
Evans grabbed one of the young men roughly by the arm and dragged the youth to the filming room. The bed in the room was covered in black silk and had leather straps comeing from the head and foot boards and there was a well-proportioned young blonde strapped, spread eagle, to the bed.
The young man knew what he was expected to do and began to remove his own clothes in front of the camera. He made sure that the straps were tight and, while a grinning Evans watched every move, he proceeded to rape the statuesque blonde. It sickened the young man to do it. But he could be forced to participate in sodomy like some of the other boys who were at this madman's mercy. The young man often found himself wondering what happened to those who left and never returned.
He had an uncomfortable idea. There were many large brownish stains on the floor and on the mattresses when the sheets were changed. He thought that maybe the large, scarred man who was their captor killed them. Horribly. Right here in this bed.
So he did as he was told. And when he had finished, let the captor drag him back into his cell.
Evans bent over the blonde in the sound proof room. "Sarah?", he said in a voice that was oddly calm and comforting," Sarah dear? You've done well...but our audience wants to see you a different way."
The blonde, Sarah, began to moan. Loudly, monotonously. Evans made sure the camara was still running and back handed her before removing a leather belt from a rack on the wall. Throughout the complex the sound of blows being rained down was heard followed by screaming. The screaming ceased after an hour or so. The blows didn't.
Emerald Davis wandered slowly around L.A. She had no particular place to go and it felt good to be out of the alley way for once. When she was aimlessly wandering the city she didn't have to watch the other girls she lived with give head to strange men for a little bit of money.
Emerald stole for what she needed. It wasn't easy but she didn't want to do sex acts for anybody ever. So she wandered. Occasionally into shops where she shoplifted various items to be sold to the other girls later. Perfume, soap, makeup, stuff like that.
Emerald didn't see the grey van that had been trailing her for twelve blocks. Nor did she see the large man that emerged from it and began running after her. Perhaps if she had been less preoccupied with what to charge the girls for a premium item like perfume she would have senced the danger before it was too late.