Its too late to stop it.

A few hours later and one begrudging meal eaten, oatmeal, Vivian found herself bound and lying on a blanket put out in the alleyway by her captor, the boy. It was pitch black now and, thankfully, it was a quiet part of town. There were no messages in response to the ad, that the boy told her about, at least, and she felt reasonably safe. At least...as safe as she could feel given that she was put out here by her de-facto pimp, a boy years her junior, to be **** by strangers for money. But who knows? Maybe no one will show up. Vivian hoped she might be safe for tonight.