Page 2 of Redemption

The man who abducted me is sitting next to me, and he overpowers me again, forcing me back into the seat. He cuffs my hands behind my back and despite how much I’m thrashing about, he manages to place a blindfold over my eyes.

“Let me go?” I scream again but get no response except for a demonic chuckle from the front of the car.

“She’s pretty and feisty. She’ll go for several million.”

“Depends on whether she’s intact or not,” the man next to me responds.

“Part of me hopes she isn’t. I wouldn’t mind having a go.”

I know exactly what they’re talking about, saying things like ‘intact’ and ‘having a go’—it all relates to sex. I’ve been kidnapped to be sold. I stop fighting as the panic within me grows.

“Please,” I whimper. “Let me go.”

The man beside me leans in closer and licks the side of my face. His tongue’s exploration brings bile into the back of my throat.

“Not happening. Get used to it. This is your life, now.”

The car comes to a halt, and I’m dragged out and taken into a building of some kind. I’m still wearing my high heels, and they click ominously across what seems like a marble floor. I just want to go home. Why didn’t I accept the damn lift from Lena?

I’m pushed forward, and the blindfold is ripped from my face. The room I’m in is bright, and I instantly shut my eyes to allow them to adjust to the light, having been in total darkness during the journey. The smell of strong alcohol and cigars lingers in the air.

“You’ve done well, boys.” Another man’s voice joins in the conversation, and I peep through one eye to see a well-dressed man in a suit, casually lounging on a chair in the corner of the room. A fat cigar hangs out the side of his mouth. “Get her on the bed.”

I dig my feet into the ground, refusing to move, but I can’t match the strength of the men holding me. I’m lifted and unceremoniously dumped on a filthy mattress.

“Clothes,” the man with the cigar orders, and the brand-new outfit I’d purchased to celebrate my birthday is ripped from my body along with my shoes and underwear. I’m naked, and the reality of my situation is becoming all too clear.

“Doc.” The man in charge nods toward a fourth man in the room. I didn’t notice him before, but as he wheels a trolley full of what looks like medical instruments into the center of the room, I try desperately to get off the bed. It’s to no avail, though.

“Please.” I let out the terrified plea as my arms are cuffed to the bed, and my legs are strapped into stirrups.

“Shut up, this is the fun part.” The man who took me licks me again, and I spit at him this time. He draws his hand back to hit me but stops when his boss shouts at him.

“If she’s marked in any way, it comes out your pay check.”

“Fine.” The man lowers his hand. “If she isn’t a virgin, though, I get to fuck her first.”

“Permission granted.”

I know he won’t get his chance. I’ve fooled around but never gone all the way before. It hasn’t been about saving myself for marriage or anything like that. It’s simply because I’ve wanted to focus on my career first, and men have never seemed to figure in my life, up to this point. I’ve always considered them to be an inconvenience to my studying routine. I’m perfectly happy to go down on someone in the toilets of a club and then go home at the end of the night to do a bit of studying. A night of fucking would mean a lot more work the next day. I’ve been so completely career focused, and in this minute, I’m grateful because it means that I won’t be raped by the man currently leering at me with malevolent intentions. My joy is short lived, though, when the doctor opens the stirrups so they’re farther apart, and I’m bared to him for inspection. He shoves two fingers into my dry pussy, and it hurts so badly I nearly black out. I try to squirm and push him out, but I’m trapped in place.

“Stop it,” I bite out, the pain causing my head to swim, but he doesn’t stop. He roots around inside me for what feels like forever. It’s humiliating, and I just want to curl up into a ball and cry. “Please,” I add, more politely, but I know it will fall on deaf ears. Eventually, he pulls his fingers from me.

“She’s a virgin,” the doctor announces and wipes his hands on a towel.

“Fuck,” the lecherous tongue man announces in disappointment.

“Give her the injections. I’ve got someone coming in shortly who I think will definitely be interested in her, particularly when he hears this news.” The boss gets to his feet, and I watch as he drops the cigar on the floor and treads on it to extinguish it. “Bring her to my office when she’s ready.”

“Sure thing, boss,” all the men in the room answer in unison. The doctor picks up a needle and jabs it without warning into my thigh.

“Contraception,” he informs me. “It will take a week to be fully effective. I’ll mark in your files that a condom will need to be used until then.”

I can’t help it this time. I turn my head to the side, and the contents of my stomach empties onto the floor.

“For Fucks sake! Why do they always have to do that? At least wait until you’re getting taken up the ass without lube for the first time.” Tongue man steps back and places his hand over his nose.

“Let me give her this injection, and then you can take her away. I’ll get the cleaners in.” The doctor picks up another needle. This one is much bigger, and I flinch away when he brings it up to my arm. He stabs it in, and I scream out loud. “Tracker. Don’t want you trying to run away from your buyer now, do we?”

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