Chapter 5 Alison's First Time

"Emily, you want this, don't you?" The man smirked, leaning in close. "Haven't had a guy in a while, so you came to me for some action? But I don't pay for women who throw themselves at me. You're not worth it."

"I don't want your money," Alison muttered, disgusted by his words.

She was calculating in her mind. If she could endure the next three months of this contract, retrieve those photos, and then slip away quietly, she would never have to deal with him again.

"Well, that works for me. I'll indulge you, you shameless little slut," the man continued, his cologne-scented body pressing down on her.

Was this really happening?

Alison, still a virgin, knew from biology class that what was about to happen would be excruciatingly painful.

Her fingers clutched the bedsheet tightly, her heart filled with fear.

The man didn't hesitate, completely ignoring her feelings.

Pain suddenly enveloped Alison.

In her daze, a thought crossed her mind: if Emily wasn't a virgin, how would she explain this to him?

As she was lost in her thoughts, a sharp pain hit her.

The indescribable agony surrounded her.

Alison bit her lip hard, refusing to make a sound. She couldn't let this man find out she was still a virgin, or she wouldn't be able to continue pretending to be Emily.

Her fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly, her inexperience causing the man to pause. He muttered, "Emily, you slut, why are you suddenly so tight?"

Alison felt a wave of shame, wishing she could disappear.

She bit her lip so hard it bled, but she still held back her cries.

It hurt so much, she was in agony.

"Emily, looks like you haven't been with a man in a long time..." The man teased her when she didn't respond.

He didn't treat her like a woman experiencing her first time.

But strangely, Alison felt the pain slowly becoming less intense.

She inhaled the scent of his cologne, closed her eyes, and imagined the man's handsome face, pretending she had hired a gigolo.

With that thought, she felt a bit more relaxed.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but suddenly, she started seeing stars.

Even with the dim light from the wall lamp, she couldn't clearly see his handsome, arrogant face.

She wanted to say, "Please stop."

But her lips moved without strength to speak.

Now, she was at his mercy, no matter what the person who sent the email intended, she was completely in his hands.

Look at her pathetic state. Others might sell their bodies for money, but she got nothing.

All she wanted was to get back those humiliating photos.

Nothing else.

She was filled with hatred.

Hating so much that she gritted her teeth and lost herself.

"Feeling good, woman?" The man sneered at her. "You even moaned just now. Finally, some progress tonight."

Did she really moan?

Oh my God, she had been so out of it, she didn't even know what she had done.

She closed her eyes tightly, embarrassed, afraid of the man's fiery gaze on her.

"Let me have my fun for a few days, Emily. Since you're back, pay off your debt."

But the man stared at her face, speaking coldly.

As he said this, his face was full of arrogance.

"I'll give you three months to pay off your debt."

Alison slowly opened her eyes and whispered to him.

These were the words from the person who sent the email.

She knew these ninety days would be the hardest, but she had to endure.

Jack responded with a wicked smile, "Fine, but don't expect to get a penny from me during these ninety days."

Hearing this, she lay on the bed and slowly closed her eyes.

Time passed slowly in this torment.

Suddenly, she felt a weight lift off her.

Was he finally letting her go?

Jack handed Alison a red pill, saying, "Take this."

Alison looked confused. "What is it?"

Jack coldly replied, "What, you want to have my child? Forget it. You're just a plaything to me. I don't want your child." With that, he grabbed Alison's chin, causing her to wince in pain.

But Alison was stubborn. She lifted her face and stared defiantly into Jack's disdainful eyes.

Without another word, Jack shoved the pill into Alison's slightly open mouth, not even giving her water.

"Swallow it."

Actually, even if he didn't force her, Alison would have taken it herself.

Once these ninety days of nightmare were over, she didn't want any lingering consequences. She planned to forget this humiliating experience entirely.

So, she didn't want his child at all.

Even without water, Alison forced herself to swallow the pill.

Jack finally released her chin, nodding in satisfaction, then impatiently said, "You have to take the pill every time after. If I forget, you better remember. If you get pregnant, I'll take you to the hospital for an abortion!"

After these cold words, Jack turned and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Emily, she seemed like a completely different person.

She had become silent, her eyes vacant, and her body had changed a lot, looking more inexperienced and thinner.

He shook his head, deciding not to think about her anymore.

He quickly finished his shower.

Wrapped in a towel, he came out of the room again, seeing the woman changing the bedsheets.

Alison saw him and quickly bent down to pick up the dirty sheets from the floor, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

He showered too quickly.

Actually, Alison could have moved faster, but she spent a long time looking for clean sheets.

Jack frowned, "Emily, you used to fall asleep right after. Why are you changing the sheets now?"