When I pictured the inside of a whore house, I imagined it to be dirty, dark, and rundown. This, was not what I expected.

The inside was clean, bright, and definitely not rundown. Everything looked pristine. I couldn't even see a speck of dust anywhere.

The blonde woman led us to an office, which annoyed me. I wanted to find my twin. My demon wanted to find him so bad that he wanted to take over and find him himself. I had to remind him that these kind of situations were delicate, and we needed to have some patience and trust Jace and dad.

"So, what brings you gentlemen here?," she asked with a fake smile plastered onto her wrinkled face. I could see that in her youth she had been beautiful. It seemed that overtime, that beauty had deteriorated somewhat. Of course, I could be biased.

"We heard you have an incubus, and would like to buy him for the night," dad said, fiddling with his gold watch to catch her attention to it. Her eyes flickered to it, and I saw a flash of greed shine in her eyes for a moment.

"Of course! He is the best we have. He is in line with the others as we speak, waiting to be chosen. I assume you know how this works? Here, payment is first. Then you may have your whore until sunrise," she said and walked back towards the door.

Dad nodded and said, "Yes, you will receive your payment when we see him." She nodded with a grin, and led us out of the office. Dad glanced back at us, trying to tell us to stay strong.

In the car he told us to remember to be strong. We couldn't risk anyone figuring out what we were actually doing there.

Back to the present, she led us into a large, open area and we saw at least fifteen people, both boys and girls, lined up. I was sure they probably had younger kids, but the youngest that was in line looked to be about twelve years old or so. The oldest was a boy with short red hair that looked to be about nineteen. I assumed that they were never allowed to leave the building. The skin tones ranged from milky white, all the way to dark chocolate brown. Each of them were beautiful in their own way, but I didn't miss the broken looks in their eyes. Some looked too innocent to know this was wrong, but I knew the older kids knew. A lot of them had bruises on their arms, legs, and even their faces. The girls only wore bras and panties, and the boys wore a pair of tight boxers. Their feet were bare. I scanned each person, searching for the one that looked like me, and I had to hold back a frown at the sight.

This was horrible. These people did not deserve this. They deserved to live happy lives, away from this hell.

At the end of the line was a small boy with long, wavy, dark hair. He was pale, and looked underweight. His green eyes were looking away from us, but I could see the sadness in his eyes. I had to admit, we looked almost exactly alike. The only difference was how small he was, including height, and how long his hair was. My demon stirred, and I instantly felt an intense feeling of protectiveness. I would do anything to protect him, I already knew that.

"Elijah, these lovely gentlemen have bought you for the night. Escort them to your room," she instructed with an underlying harsh tone.

"Yes, ma'am," he said in a soft voice, "Follow me, please."

Dad handed her an envelope of money, and the grin on her face proved that there was a lot inside. We followed Elijah up some stairs, and down the hall to a door at the end. He opened the door, let us inside, and locked the door behind us.

His room consisted of a large bed, dresser, closet, end table, and desk. Besides that, the room was bare. The walls were a cream color, and the bedsheets were a deep red.

He gestured towards the bed, telling us to sit down. Jace and dad sat on the edge of the bed, but my feet seemed to be frozen in place. I was standing by Jace and dad, but couldn't manage to sit. Elijah looked at me, confused as to why I wasn't sitting, and looked me up and down. I could see in his eyes that he felt the connection, but didn't understand what it was.

"Have you been here before?," he asked me and I shook my head.

"Elijah, do you have any wet wipes?," Jace asked and he nodded, still confused. He went to his end table, opened the drawer, and took out a package of wet wipes. He handed them to Jace, and Jace stood up. Jace stood in front of me and took off the fake glasses. He used the wipe to take the makeup off, then stepped aside. He sat back down, and Elijah's eyes widened.

He nervously approached me, and looked at me closer. I slowly reached up, taking the hairband out of my hair and letting it fall over my shoulders. He reached up, gently touching my hair, looking at it, then glancing at his own in comparison. His eyebrows were furrowed, focused and confused. We stayed silent while he inspected me. I knew he was wondering why we looked the same, but I figured he probably wanted to figure it out by himself. He would have asked, otherwise.

Once he was finished comparing our hair, he looked down at my chest. I could see a small frown when he noticed my shirt and jacket. He looked up at my face, silently asking me if he could undress me, and I nodded. It wasn't sexual in any way, I knew that. He only wanted to compare our bodies as well. He wanted to know if we looked the same in that way too.

I look off my jacket for him, and handed it to Jace. Jace held it, and Elijah immediately began unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on my shirt. Once it was unbuttoned, he slid it off, and I handed it to Jace. He started with my neck, his hands gently touching everywhere he looked. After my neck was my collarbones, then my shoulders. I could see that he noticed our size difference, but continued on with his inspection. He felt the muscles on my arms, and then compared our hands. He even held his hand up against mine, and I noticed how small and dainty his were. Then he inspected my chest, down to my toned stomach, and my waist. Once his hands landed on my hips, he looked down at my jeans and stared for a moment.

He looked up at me, the same request in his eyes, and I wasn't sure what to say. He obviously didn't have a problem with it, but I wasn't sure. Was it even appropriate?

"Please? I need to see if we are the same there too," he asked and I flushed. Was he talking about comparing our dick sizes?! No, he couldn't be. He wanted to see everywhere on me to compare himself. He wanted to see our differences.

I looked over at dad and Jace and said, "Um, could you look away?" They nodded and turned away.

"Just let us know when it's safe to look again," dad answered. I looked back at Elijah and nodded.

He unbuttoned my jeans, then slowly slid the zipper down. He moved his hands to the waistband of my jeans, then slowly pushed them down, as if any sudden movement would scare me. I kicked off my jeans, and he looked down to my boxers. He slid his thumbs inside the waistband, and pushed down on the boxers, exposing me. He took his boxers off, kicked them away, then looked down at my exposed cock. He stepped closer, grabbed his cock, and held it up so we could compare sizes. He went to grab mine, but I grabbed it before he could. I wasn't sure if I was okay with him touching me there. I held it up, like he held his, and he looked between mine and his.

He huffed, and finally asked the question he had wanted to ask for awhile, "Why do we look the same?"

"We are twins. You know what that is, right?," I answered.

"Yes, I know what twins are. Just because I am a whore, doesn't mean I am stupid," he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at me.

"What? I don't think you are stupid," I defended and he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Just answer this for me, why have I been here my whole life, and you haven't?"

"Someone separated us after we were born. They faked your death, and took you here. Mom said that the doctor and nurses wouldn't let her see you after they told her. They cremated the body. If we knew you're alive and have been here the entire time, we would have came for you a long time ago," I answered and we put our boxers back on.

"You two may look," Elijah said and they turned around, "Who are you?"

"My name is Damon Winters, and I am your father. This is Jace, and he is my stepson," dad answered.

"My name is Kit Evans. You already know I am your twin," I said and he smiled.

"So I have a family? I won't be alone anymore?," he asked with tears in his eyes.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "Yes," I answered and he began sobbing. He was unloading years worth of sorrow and pain, and I held him the entire time. We eventually ended up laying on the bed. He had been crying on my chest for probably an hour, before he stopped.

"Do you feel better now?," I asked him, running my fingers through his hair. He nodded and looked over at Jace and dad.

"She won't just let us leave. How do you plan on getting us out of here?," he asked and dad smirked.

"Let me handle that. I have something special planned for her. We are going to get everyone out of here. You will be safe with Jace and Kit at their school, and everyone else will be checked at the hospital, then taken to a safe house where they can heal both physically and mentally. When they are ready, they may return to their families," he answered and Elijah smiled. "I have men that will be here within the hour. Until then, we can answer any questions you may have."

For the next forty-five minutes, we talked. We answered of Elijah's questions, and then redressed both me and him. He was wearing a pair of old sweatpants, and a baggy shirt. I knew that as soon as we got back to the school, I would find better clothes for him to wear.

Well, first he would be seeing the doctor there, then we would go to my room. I would give him the choice of either sleeping on Logan's bed, or with me in mine. Whichever he preferred was fine with me. My demon wanted him as close as possible at all times, because we were separated for so long, but he would have to accept that Elijah needs space. If we were glued to him at all times, it would probably freak him out. We would go at his pace.

I think he's going to be really happy with us. There would be an adjustment period, but he would love it. The school is much better than this hell hole.

The one thing that I worried about was what my

Mom's reaction will be when I tell her Elijah's alive and with me. I didn't want her to blame herself for everything that's happened to him. That's something she would do, and I don't want her to be anything but happy.

Everything would be okay now, though.

Right?

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