Page 42 of Vengeful Sins

“You can hang your clothes up here,” he points at a coat rack on the wall next to the door.

I take another step into the room and turn around to look at the bouncer. I wait for him to leave so I can get undressed, but the only move he makes is to lean back against the doorframe.

“I’m not leaving, if that’s what you are thinking.” He shrugs. “Don’t worry, you have nothing I haven’t seen today, darling.”

Humiliation settles in my gut as I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. I hang the shirt up on the rack and slip out of my shoes before unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down my legs.

The bouncer’s eyes rake down my body, stopping at the scarred skin on my thighs. I guess I have something he hasn’t seen after all.

Ignoring his gaze, I make quick work of my underwear, hanging everything up before I quickly scurry over to the bed. There is no blanket or pillows on the black sheet covered mattress. I climb onto the bare bed and lie down in the center with my arms by my sides. The silky sheet is cool on my skin as I try to relax my already sore muscles.

I stare at the black ceiling for a few minutes until the sound of approaching footsteps has me looking at the door. The bouncer is still leaning against the doorframe, looking at me, when a woman in a black dress squeezes by him to get inside the room.

“Hi Maya, I’m Emily, and I’ll be your nurse today,” she introduces herself to me like we are at a doctor’s office for a routine checkup. Her red lips pull into a big fake smile, showing her pearl white teeth to me.

She comes to stand at the edge of the bed and puts a small black case on the mattress next to me. She opens the case, and my eyes fall on three liquid filled syringes.

“We are starting with one, which should last about an hour. I might come and administer a second dose while you are in session. Depending on what the buyer wants,” she explains, like she is running through a shopping list.

Emily pulls a pair of gloves from her pocket, along with a little square packet. She puts on the gloves before opening the disinfectant wipe to clean my arm with. The wipe is cold on my skin, but I don’t react. I’m too busy fighting the fear threatening to overtake my body.

She takes out the syringe next, and that’s when my fight or flight instinct kicks in. I suddenly sit up, pulling my arm away. “I can’t do this.” I shake my head, ready to make a run for it.

“Adrien.” Emily huffs with annoyance.

“On it,” the bouncer answers and before I know it, he is on me.

I have no idea how he got to me so fast, but I don’t even make it off the bed. Adrien’s strong hands wrap around my upper arms as he shoves me down on the bed and holds my naked, shivering body there.

Tears run down the side of my face as I helplessly lie there crying.

Emily brings the needle to my arm and plunges it into my vein. My whole body is shaking with anger and despair as I feel the cold liquid enter my body and spread through my veins.

“There you go,” Emily chirps as if she didn’t just inject me with a toxin. “All done. You should feel the effects right away.”

And I do. My body slowly stops shaking, my muscles relax, and my body sinks helplessly into the soft mattress beneath me.

Adrien removes his hands from my arms, and I go completely still. I try to move my arms, my legs, even my toes, but nothing works. I’m completely and utterly helpless.

My gaze ping-pongs back and forth between Emily and Adrien, who are both looking at me as if they are waiting for me to respond. Something buzzes in Adrien’s pocket, and he pulls out his phone to look at the screen.

“Buyer is ready,” he says to Emily, who gives him a curt nod.

Emily closes the case and picks it up, before turning around to leave the room without another word.

I can’t turn my head to look at the door, but I know Adrien is leaving too, by the sound of his footsteps.

Then I’m alone.

Naked on a bed, unable to move a muscle. Fear I’ve never felt before courses through my system, but with the drugs in my system, my body doesn’t react. I want to scream, but I can’t. I can’t do anything but wait there for my tormentor to arrive.

It doesn’t take long before heavy footfalls meet my ear. The sound echoes through the room and the dread in my chest becomes too much to bear. I want to curl up in a fetal position and cry.

The creaking of the door brings my inner turmoil to new heights.

With a flick of a switch, the lights dim, making the room look even scarier.

Footsteps approach my bed, and a man dressed in black comes into view. My gaze lands on his ski mask-covered face. His dark eyes lock with mine, and even though I can’t see the rest of his face, I can tell he is smiling.

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