He looked up to see two other boys being locked in their cylinders. Mr Samuel was just finishing with the second, and Mark watched curious as the boy in the cylinder simply sat down and began to sob.
The other meat were much better looking than him he had to admit, and it gave him a bit of hope. The crying boy was a slim black boy with a toned body, the build of a runner or swimmer. The other meat was a huge hulk of a white boy with bodybuilder muscles and a handsome face.
The bodybuilder knocked on his cylinder to attract Mark's attention and he looked over. "Names Kurt. You?" The guy - who looked almost old enough to be a man - asked.
"Mark ... Who's he?" He jerked his head at the crying boy.
"I'm Alan." The boy mumbled. "You don't have to talk about me like I'm not here."
"Well ... you looked a little distracted." Mark defended himself.
"You should be as well. We're all going to end up on plates!" Alan yelled, looking ready to burst into tears again.
"How'd you wind up here?" Kurt asked, his voice a deep rumble.
"Broke a ladies window; court ordered me to pay it by working here." Mark said, cocking his head curiously at the bodybuilder.
"I raped a kid." Kurt didn't offer any more details and Mark looked over to the still huddled black boy.
"Step-father sold me while Mum was on a business trip. She won't be back for two days, there is no way she'll save me in time." Alan sighed.
"How old are you?" Kurt asked.
"16."
"I'm 17." Mark offered.
"21." Kurt said, smiling. "So ... any bets on who get's it first?"
