Chapter 2: Descent into Darkness

The dealer gestured for Regulus to enter, and he stepped into the dimly lit living room. The air was thick with the smell of incense, and the sound of soft music floated through the air. Regulus's eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw that the dealer was sitting on a worn-out couch, surrounded by scattered papers and empty bottles. The dealer, a towering figure with a menacing presence, beckoned Regulus closer. "So, you're looking for something, huh?" he said, his voice dripping with an unsettling tone. "Something to help you, as you put it." Regulus nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what he had gotten himself into, but his desperation had taken over. The dealer smiled, revealing a set of crooked teeth. "I can help you, kid. But like I said, there are other ways to pay. You see, I've always had a thing for...pretty boys." Regulus felt a chill run down his spine as the dealer's eyes scanned him up and down. He gestured for Regulus to approach him, and with trembling hands, Regulus began to undress. The dealer watched him with an unnerving intensity, his eyes lingering on Regulus's small frame and delicate features. As Regulus stripped down to his bare skin, he felt a wave of shame wash over him. He had never been so vulnerable in his life. The dealer smiled, seeming to enjoy Regulus's discomfort. "Now, twirl for me," the dealer said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Show me what you're working with." Regulus hesitated for a moment, but his desperation won out. He took a deep breath and spun around, his eyes fixed on the floor. As he twirled, he caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror. His small breasts and slender physique were on full display, and he felt a surge of humiliation. The dealer chuckled, seeming to enjoy the show. "You're a pretty thing, aren't you?" he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I think we can work something out." Regulus stopped twirling, his eyes fixed on the dealer with a mix of fear and desperation. He knew he had crossed a line, but he wasn't sure if he could turn back now. The dealer's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, and Regulus felt like he was losing himself in the darkness.