Page 9 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

He clears his throat. “I have to check you first.”

“Check me for what? Ticks?”

He swallows. “Just lie down and spread your legs.”

My nipples are still hard, even though fear is tangling through me. I stand still.

“Do it,” he growls, “or I can make it a lot more unpleasant.”

I swallow again. “What are you?—”

He closes his eyes, pushes me down on the bed, and then opens his eyes and spreads my legs himself.

I grasp the thin covers, bracing myself. The last time someone forcibly spread my legs, I ended up lying in my own blood.

He smooths my pussy lips out. “Thank God,” he says.

“Thank God what?” My eyes are squeezed shut. “That I don’t have crabs or something?”

“Thank God you’re not a virgin.”

I pop my eyes open. “How can you tell?”

“Your hymen is gone.”

“Are you a doctor?”

“No.” He laughs. “If I were a doctor, do you think I’d be doing this for a living?”

“Then how do you?—”

“I’ve had training as well.”

I hesitate to ask my next question, but curiosity gets the better of me. “And if I weren’t a virgin, what then?”

He presses his lips together before replying. “One of the others—the higher-ups—would come take care of it for you.”

“Not you?”

“I told you. You’re my first. I’m the low man on the totem pole. Your virginity would be auctioned off to someone in a much higher position. Virginity is a prized commodity here, and we have no intention to waste it. Men are willing to pay top dollar to deflower a young girl. Plant their flag on uncharted territory.”

I gasp and instinctively cover my breasts with my arms. “Auctioned off?”

“But you’re not a virgin, so it doesn’t matter.”

Medically speaking, he’s correct. My hymen would have been lost when Tammy raped me. But I am a virgin—at least I think I am. I’ve never had a man’s penis inside me. I’ve never made love with anyone, never experienced what happened to the women in the romance novels I used to read in bed.

But I sure as hell am not going to reveal that to this masked stranger. It sounds like being a virgin would make my life much worse here. And he’s right. I don’t have a hymen. I never thought I’d be grateful to Big Tammy, but I am in this moment.

“Doesn’t matter? How can you say that? What the hell is this place? Why are you doing this?”

“Why do you think? To pay the fucking bills.”

I scoff. “Abduct and abuse women? That’s the only way you can find to pay your bills? Certainly you could find a job flipping burgers or mowing lawns. Anything is better than this.”

“People don’t tend to hire ex-convicts,” he says dryly.

I widen my eyes. So he’s an ex-con. But that could mean anything. It doesn’t mean he was a murderer or rapist. If he were, he’d still be locked up.

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