Stripped away

I wake up startled. My mind a haze as I try to adjust my eyes to the harsh lighting. A cold breeze glazes over my body and brings me to reality. I'm stripped down to a metallic chair, all clothes I wore set neatly in a pile with my underwear on top and a piece of what I think is duck tape on my mouth . The sound of a door echoes through out the room and my eyes screw shut.

"Well she has a good boob size, but I think she's a virgin," a female voice says while a pair of heels click closer.

"We can find someone who wants to de flower her and charge extra," a male voice says and I assume he's walking with the girl. She sucks in a breath and I feel a hand on my chest causing my eyes to snap open.

"And she awakes," he says not removing his hands but instead squeezing lightly. He begins squeezing harder and I close my eyes.

"Are you a virgin?"he asks releasing my exposed chest. I nod my head violently hoping that would make him leave me alone.

"Leave us," he commands to the girl next to him. She has purple hair and is petite compared to him. She looks at me and she reluctantly turns away. The man before me starts pulling of his shirt and his pants follow soon.

"We can't have you bleeding on the customers," he says climbing on the table with me and I begin shaking my head.

"It won't hurt much," he says and I try to believe him. I cannot.