Chapter 2 Did You Take the Birth Control Pills?

"Whoa! What the hell...?"

Laura felt a sudden push, sending her sprawling backward onto the soft bed. Her head spun, and she let out a startled yelp.

As she slowly came to, she realized she was completely naked. Mortified and furious, she quickly grabbed the blanket and wrapped it tightly around herself, trembling with fear and shame.

The man stood by the bed, a strange smile on his lips. His once cold eyes now burned with an intense light, like they could devour everything around them.

"Your voice is so sweet. Laura Harvey, you caught my eye right away. Beautiful, great body, and even your soft moans excite me! So, I'm really looking forward to your performance! Did you take the birth control pill?"

His words cut into Laura's heart like knives.

She felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation and anger. She wanted to rush over and tear his mouth apart!

But reason told her she couldn't do that. She didn't have the strength.

"Don't worry, I took it. And I don't want anything to do with you after this. In ten days, you go your way, and I'll go mine. I hope we never see each other again! Otherwise, I'd rather die!" Laura gritted her teeth, suppressing her impulse, and let out a cold laugh.

Every word Laura spoke was filled with determination and pain, revealing her longing for freedom and her resolve for the future.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," the man sneered, slowly undressing and climbing into bed beside Laura, pulling the blanket away.

His body pressed against Laura's cool skin, his hand slowly moving to her shoulder.

He whispered in her ear, "So, are you ready? I've had many women in my bed, but none have made me wait this long! Laura Harvey, you should be grateful!"

Laura felt his touch and instinctively wanted to pull away. But reason told her there was no escape.

So, she stopped, her body stiffening like a rock.

"I... I didn't make you wait... I came here to repay a debt. Do whatever you want, I'll just pretend... I'm already dead..." Laura's voice was barely a whisper.

The man paused at her words, then suddenly flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

He wore a mask, his face obscured, but the desire in his eyes burned like fire.

"Laura Harvey, how dare you say that! What, trying to pretend you don't feel me? Let me tell you, that's impossible! Every woman who's been in my bed has lost her dignity under me! You won't be an exception!"

With that, he pressed down on her.

His lips ignited Laura's body, while the cold mask against her skin sent shivers down her spine.

Hot and cold, Laura felt like she was being thrown into a world of extremes.

Fear and anxiety surged through her, and she bit her lip to endure it, clutching the sheets like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

The man sensed her trembling and sneered again."So, you're a virgin! William Smith must have had some serious self-control not to touch you. I'm honestly shocked! To have such a beautiful fiancée and not lay a hand on her, he must be a saint!"

"Do you think all men are as despicable and shameless as you, taking advantage of others?"

Before she could continue, the man laughed coldly and thrust into Laura.

The sudden, violent intrusion sent a wave of pain through Laura, tears streaming down her face. Her hands instinctively clung to the man's broad shoulders, biting her lip.

Despite trying to stay silent, she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

The man noticed Laura's pain and slowed his movements, gently kissing away her tears.

Laura, terrified, continued to cry.

"Please... stop... don't... let me go!"

Her pleas only excited him more.

"But your body says otherwise, it's inviting me..."

Laura knew she couldn't resist, so she closed her eyes, letting him have his way.

Their bodies moved together, the man skillfully alternating between fast and slow, knowing exactly how to manipulate Laura's inexperienced body.

He maintained a rhythm, thrusting and caressing her round breasts.

Soon, Laura's resistance waned, her lips parting as she panted.

After hours of their encounter...

Laura finally passed out in the man's arms!

She slid limply into his embrace, her vision blurring.

As his breathing steadied, the man lifted his head.

Seeing Laura unconscious, he reached over and turned on the bedside lamp.

Through the half-hidden mask, his eyes fixated on the red stain, understanding its significance.

He gently stroked her face, feeling her skin tell its own story.

He couldn't help but laugh softly, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"Laura Harvey, being your first man makes me very happy. Your body is amazing, a perfect bedmate."

He then acted like a considerate lover, fetching a basin of warm water.

He soaked a white towel, wrung it out, and gently wiped away the marks on Laura's body.

"Mm..." she murmured, as if speaking in her sleep.

Her body shivered slightly in the warmth, her brow furrowed, tears slipping from her eyes.

Was she feeling wronged even in her dreams?

She looked so fragile, so helpless, evoking a sense of pity.

Even in unconsciousness, could she not forget this humiliating night?

Seeing her like this, his heart softened a bit, and he gently reassured her, "Don't be afraid, it's over now. Let me clean you up."

His voice, though low, carried a comforting strength.

Miraculously, Laura calmed down, her brow relaxing, and the tears stopped.

He watched her fall into a deeper sleep, continuing to clean her body.

Until her skin was pure again, with no trace left.

Then, he gently covered her with the blanket, whispering, "Alright, sleep well."

Laura couldn't respond, her even breathing the only sign of her peaceful slumber.

Hopefully, her dreams wouldn't replay the horrors of the night...