Ceviliana

Chapter 2 - Virgin Eyes

My body straightened instinctively as soon as the roaring of an engine stopped, noticing the 10 or so women around me do the exact same thing. What the hell? Now I was in a vehicle? I started to sweat profusely, my body tensing in fear. I knew the vehicle had stopped, so why weren't they opening the door? The sliding of the vehicle's door and a sudden bright light startled me from my thoughts. I cringed, feeling a hand grab my neck and yank me out. My eyes remained squinted, adjusting itself to the light, eyeing the 9 other girls (I counted in the last minute). They were the whores from the other night, I soon realised, as I stared at their inappropriate attire.

I was expecting to see a creepy house in the middle of nowhere, but was surprised to regard a Victorian styled house, to be more specific, a mansion. I had to admit, the fine detailing on the outside was gorgeous. To say I was relieved would be a lie, because at that moment, I was far from secure. I knew better than to judge a book by its cover. What if I was kidnapped by a real life version of Christian Grey? Oh crap. I really didn't want to be a submissive.

Burly men dressed in complete black military attire manhandled the women around me one by one. Who were these people? I watched in dismay as the other women got dragged into the mansion, me following closely behind. I had watched loads of movies where random girls would get kidnapped by a psycho and get either tortured or raped to death. I gulped in fear, looking mostly to the ground, noticing the change in the texture; first the green grass, then the tarred road, then white stoned steps, then a shiny golden floor which I walked on for quite a some time, then a light beige marble floor where we had apparently stopped. I sighed, hoping for this to be a long dream, but not all hopes turn into reality. Well currently, at least not mine.

"Leave." spoke an authorized male voice, his footsteps stopping somewhere distant. I hesitantly looked up, noticing the beautiful curvatures on the wall, and the Greek pillars. My eyes travelled to the girls standing next to me, who all gaped at something in front. My brows furrowed in confusion, only to feel a sudden rip from my lips. I realized the cloth had finally been removed. I was standing on the far right, so I came first in the vertical line that we were arranged in.

I let my eyes roam around the ballroom-like hall, my eyes stopping at the short, fat and plump man with a moustache that stretched across his cheeks. He stood right in the center of the room, watching us like a hawk. I tried muffling my upcoming laughter that threatened to spill, but it failed miserably. So instead, I coughed loudly, grabbing everyone's attention, including the smexi man who suddenly walked in with a bored expression plastered on his face.

He was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen in my entire life. To say he looked like an angel was an understatement. He was tall, about 6 feet 2, with broad, muscular shoulders. His face had an angular shape with sharp features, complimented by a pair of gorgeous eyes. Those bluish grey orbs glistened as the light reflected off them, matching his soft, plump pink lips. His hair lay messily on his head, some strands resting on his forehead, in a perfectly perfect way.

I eyed him like as if I was seeing God, my eyes trailing up and down his body. I cautiously looked to my left to see all the whores gawking at him, some even mumbling amongst themselves. Hell, I couldn't blame them, he was smokin hot. I let my eyes trail down his chest, which looked perfectly lickable I might add. It landed on gorgeous ripples that protruded from underneath his black, tight fitting, V-necked shirt, making me imagine things that shouldn't be said out loud. The shirt was accompanied by dark jeans, with a simple belt having a silver buckle. Oh my God, I was such a pervert.

A loud click emerged me from my A-rated thoughts, freeing my locked hands from behind. I immediately rubbed my sore wrists, noticing the red bruises get darker by the second. I looked up to see all the other women next to me doing the same thing, but were far more concerned about what was going on in front, where I might add, Mr. HotShot was standing. I peeked at him, noticing him fiddling with his belt buckle with a careless expression smothered on his face. I looked down at my sore hands once again, then looked at the women next to me. They had a certain look on their face, seductiveness I soon realised. I scrunched up my face in confusion, turning my head in front to see what was going on.

Biggest regret of my life.

Let's just say my virgin eyes didn't remain as "virgin" anymore.

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