Page 12 of Virginity Sold

Nervously, I tap my feet on the carpeted floor, timing it along with the beats of the overhead music.

A door opening pulls my attention and I see a tall, thin brunette step out. She’s wearing bubble gum pink scrubs and her hair is pulled up in the neatest messy bun I’ve ever seen.

“Miss Hastings?” she calls as she looks around and I want to laugh. Who else could it be but me? There’s no one else here.

“That’s me.” I stand up and hurriedly walk over to her.

“Right this way. I’ll weigh you and get your vitals, then we’ll draw some blood. Once we’ve done that, we’ll have the doctor see you.”

“Sounds fun.” I know I might sound rude, but I tend to word vomit when I’m nervous and unsure of what to do or say.

“I guess it depends on your idea of fun.” She smiles, showing her dimples, as she leads me to a room with a large scale to stand on.

“Sorry, I’m nervous and when I am, every awkward bone in my body comes out, and it tends to end up sending words out of my mouth that are nothing but gibberish.” I stammer out while I sit my things down.

“No need to be nervous. This is a simple, painless process. Now, if you could stand on the scale, I need to document your weight.” She nods toward the scale, encouraging me to move it along.

I’m not sure why she’s rushing me; it’s not like she has a lobby full of patients to get to. But there is a diner I need to get to and bills to pay, so I do need to hurry.

Stepping up on the platform, I watch the numbers rush up and down with the tiniest movement. I stand perfectly still until the numbers level out and my mouth drops at the number on the display.

I didn’t realize my weight had gotten that low. One hundred and fifteen pounds. I knew my clothes hung on my frame, but I never imagined that. But I guess when you work yourself to the bone and barely have food in the house, the weight doesn’t stay on.

Hopefully, this weekend will change all of that.

I just need to get through this appointment.

Chapter 7

Killian

“Come on, man, I don’t know anything. I just work for Kilpatrick. I'm not privy to any of their secrets,” Simon pleads from where he hangs upside down from the hook mounted into the ceiling of the warehouse. His words come out with a whistle, thanks to the work I did knocking out his teeth.

“You say that, yet your actions tell me something different. Somebody that doesn’t know shit isn’t hanging out at our enemy’s house. Especially not one that we’re currently at arms with.” I squat down so I can look him straight in his hazel eyes.

“I swear, Kill, I didn’t know who he was. He was just some guy I met in a bar and thought was hot. Can’t fault a man for wanting to get laid. You know how it is?” He lets out a laugh. Guess he thinks this is going to get me on his side—change things.

Too bad he’s a fucking moron.

“Oh, trust me, I get you wanting to get laid. But there’s a difference between you and me. Well, a few.” Standing up, I take a moment to crack my knuckles, before stepping over to the rolling cart that holds some of the tools of my craft.

When I went to Uncle Liam and let him know I was ready to step up and take an active role in our business, I wasn’t sure what aspect I wanted to do. I know eventually, once Uncle Liam steps back, that Kyrian and I will be taking over. Until then I’m learning all I can, but my favorite part is the torturing. Listening to their screams is just as good as having a fucking orgasm.

My fingers dance along the metal objects until I land on the drill. Yep, this is going to be it. It’s getting late and I’m starving. Not to mention I need to meet Uncle Liam and Kyrian so we can do the hard and soft limit list for the auction. Uncle Liam and I have ours already done, and they don’t change unless we’re adding something. But Kyrian has never done one.

“No, come on man, don’t. Please, I swear I didn’t know. What could I tell him, anyway? I'm nobody. I ain’t got no secrets to tell.” His squirming becomes more erratic. Each movement only makes the chains tighten around his ankles and the blades dig into his skin more. I watch fascinated by the river of crimson running down his legs.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I stop to pull it out.

Kyrian: Hey let’s go. Quit playing with your appetizer so we can have some real food.

Me: Why must you be a brat?

Kyrian: Not a brat. Just starving and want to get this meeting with Uncle over with cause I got a date to get my dick wet.

Me: I hope you’re wrapping that shit especially if it’s Jennifer’s hole you’re dipping it in. You know she’s the biggest skank out there. Hell she tried to get me to fuck her 2 years ago.

Me: I’d run far away if I was you. She’s only looking to latch on to our family any way she can, which means making you her baby daddy isn’t out of the question.

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