I wake up with my body trembling a bit as the sun shined on my face from the open window. "You're finally awake." I heard Jonathan say as he just sat there by my side with a serious face.

"What time is it?" I asked him as I look down at my body that felt heavy and soar. "12:39 pm you overslept." He told me as his lips formed a slight smirk. "Argh...my body hurts." I mutter softly.

My throat is soar, my legs ached, my ass burned, my hips were bruised. Everything hurts!

"Let me check." He asked me as he moved the blankets off me, lifting up my shirt and lowering down my pants. There were a few bruises on my thighs and hips. There were also a few red spots around ny crotch area.

I wasn't wearing boxers so he just let my dick show. "I have the right thing for this kind of situation." He said as he walked over to his bag and took out some kind of small, blue, oval jar.

He walked over to me and took off the lid, showing the transparent cream and smelled kinda good like mint. "Spread legs." He ordered so I spread my legs with such a clueless face. Maybe my brain is still in sex mode.

He rubbed the cream on my legs, feeling the coldness from it, but also the warmth of his big hands which gave me goosebumps. I even had to take a deep breath when his fingers brushed against them.

"Heh, someone surely wasn't expecting this." He chuckled as he stared down at me with a slight grin replacing that serious look. "You don't mind if I take a pic?" He asked me as he took out his phone.

Right when he asked that, my heart started to feel accelerated, beating quickly. Then my lips moved by themselves by saying, "S-Sure." He lift his phone up as I look up at him with a clueless expression.

"You are so innocent looking. Perfect. Just like a model." He told me as my face heated up. "Stay still." He ordered me as he went to grab a professional looking camera then came up to me. Taking a picture of me over my half naked body.

"I've been wanting to ask you this for quite some time, but do you want to be my precious, little, model and porn star?" He asked me as he placed the camera down and rubbed more cream on my sensitive looking body, then around me dick.

"Um...I-I don't know..." I said feeling unsure about all of this. "Come on Ev. So many guys already started falling in love with you! Do you want to know how many people watched the video? 2 billions views!" He told me with a wide smile as he pulled my pants up and pulled my shirt down.

"But I have like two jobs already! Is this even considered a job?" I ask him as I sit up slowly and he sat in front of me with his legs crossed. "Two? I only see you work in one place." He told me as he narrowed his eyes. "The other job has a lot of movement and thinking. After that car accident and the bullet in my brain, I decided to take a break from it." I tell him.

"Does that job includes killing people and robbing stuff? I still have your weapons hidden away from you and other dangerous stuff." He said as he sighed. "Oh man...yes I kill people and steal from really rich people and highly secured banks." I tell him with a sigh of regret over this.

"Hmm okay then, but at least think of all of this. I can make you feel pleased and full." He told me as he got up and put his camera away in his bag. Then he walked out of my room, closing the door behind him.

"But not make me feel loved again..." I mumbled as I stare out the window and sigh. I grip my head and groan, my body falling back on the bed.

"Why be a fucking porn modeling star if I can just try to live my life normally." I talked to myself as I got up, walking towards the closet and take out casual clothing to use indoors.

I get dressed into them and then walked out of my room, closing the door behind me. I had to slightly limp towards the living room, feeling the aching pain in my legs. "Be strong Evan." I talked to myself in a low tone as I take a deep breath and head over to the couch, sitting down slowly.

Tyler immediately sat down beside me and wrapped and arm around my shoulders. "So Evan, slept good?" He asked me with a wide grin as I just glare at him. "Fuck off..." I mumble as I look away from him. "Tyler leave him alone, can't you see he isn't in the mood right now." Craig said as he narrowed his eyes at him. Tyler sighed and stood up, walking away towards the kitchen.

"T-Thank you Craig." I said as he send me a small smile. "Craig, where's the rest of the guys?" I asked him as I look around the half empty place. "David and Lui went grocery shopping, Brock and Brian went to report some papers of how well you are doing." He told me as he got up and went to the kitchen too.

I just sat there alone and lean my head back onto the soft sofa, closing my eyes. "You're a little tensed up." I jump and immediately open my eyes, seeing Jon over me with his hands on my shoulders. "You're still thinking about it?" He asked me as my cheeks turn slightly red and stared into his blue eyes.

I just nod my head and he then patted my shoulder, walking towards the door. He walked out of the apartment with a small box of cigarettes in his hand.

"What the hell did I get myself into..." I mumbled softly as I get up and head over to my room. When I walked in, I saw. A piece of paper on the floor, all wrinkled. I pick it up and straighten it up so that no wrinkles could be seen.

"PCTs names...but I already know their names." I told to myself as I read the front of the folded paper. I turn it around and only see four names. Not seven. Only four. The names were different too!

Mark...Sean...Cry...Felix

"What?! So...who are these people in my house?"