This book plays on some dark fetishes but I couldn't suspend disbelief enough to stick with it. I wouldn't go as far to say I parted upset or anything of the sort; it just wasn't for me. 
 The main character had a rough life as a prostitute and decides to stay with the man that made it so. What I didn't get was that once he was freed, he could have learned any other job so I did not really buy the "not knowing any better", because even teens with no experience can pick up a day job. That's what the training session is for. Instead he decided to pay off an additional loan for his apparently ungrateful and not entirely blood related family who are completely cool with his sacrifices and do nothing to help him out. Anyways, the pimp apparently loves him yet he was willing to whore him out to others all those years since he was a child. Funny way to show you care? Still, the main character returns his affections despite spending many passages describing what a hell he put him into. Certainly quick to forgive... I would have accepted it as a version of Stockholm syndrome, but what he says and does contradict each other so much that it just comes off that they are trying to make you pity him (and sadly ended up doing the opposite for me). I couldn't follow their motives and the story started to crumble apart since it all revolved entirely around them. ...Not to say I was expecting hyper realism, but I was hoping there would be at least some rhyme or reason to hold it together. 
 And the nickname goth boy just... bothered me. And it was used a lot. 
 Any-who, this certainly works as a "guilty pleasure" read but it does not quite hit the mark as a substantial story.