Chapter 2 Did You Take the Birth Control Pill?

"Ah! You...um...?"

With the man's sudden move, Laura felt a force pushing her back, sending her sprawling onto the soft bed. Her head spun, and she let out an involuntary gasp.

As she slowly regained her senses from the shock, she realized she was completely naked. Embarrassment and anger surged through her. She quickly grabbed the blanket by the bed and wrapped it tightly around herself, trembling with fear and shame.

The man stood by the bed, a strange smile playing on his lips. His previously cold eyes now burned with an intense light, as if they could consume everything around them.

"Your voice is so sweet. Laura Harvey, you're a woman who caught my eye at first glance. Beautiful, great body, and even your soft cries excite me! So, I'm really looking forward to your performance! Did you take your birth control pill?"

His words cut into Laura's heart like knives.

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

But she knew 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 hope for the future.

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

His body pressed against her 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 there was no escape.

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

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

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! You think you can pretend not to feel me? Let me tell you, that's impossible! Each 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 without hesitation.

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

Hot and cold sensations alternated. Laura felt overwhelmed by the intense stimulation.

Fear and anxiety surged through her, and she could only bite her lips and endure it, clutching the sheets like a lamb awaiting to be slaughtered.

The man seemed to sense her trembling and let out another cold laugh.

"So, you're a virgin! William Smith must have had incredible self-control not to touch you. I'm truly surprised! To resist such a beautiful fiancee, he truly is a man who can keep his composure!"

"Do you think all men are like you? Despicable and shameless, taking advantage of others' misfortune?"

Before she could continue, the man let out a cold laugh and swiftly entered her.

The sudden and forceful intrusion sent a wave of pain through Laura, tears streaming down her face. Her hands instinctively clung to the man's broad shoulders, her lips tightly pressed together.

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

Sensing her pain, the man slowed his movements, gently kissing away her tears.

Laura's fear intensified, tears continuously flowing from her eyes.

"Please, stop. Don't. Please, let me go!"

He didn't stop and her pleas only seemed to excite him more.

"But your body says yes. It's inviting me."

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

Their bodies pressed together, moving slowly back and forth, the man's hips sinking rhythmically.

He was skilled, knowing that Laura's first time couldn't handle the intense sensations.

He controlled the pace, alternating between fast and slow, while caressing her rounded breasts.

Soon, Laura couldn't withstand his manipulations, her lips parting slightly, her breathing becoming labored.

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 slowly lifted his head.

Confirming that Laura had indeed fainted, he reached over and turned on the bedside lamp.

Through the partially obscured mask, his eyes fixated on the red mark symbolizing her first experience, understanding its significance.

He gently stroked her face, feeling every inch of her skin was telling its own story.

He couldn't help but let out a low, satisfied laugh.

"Laura Harvey, being your first man makes me very happy. Your body is amazing, definitely a great bed partner."

With that, he surprisingly acted like a considerate lover, getting up to fetch a basin of warm water.

He soaked a white towel, wrung it out, and returned to the bed, gently wiping away the traces on Laura's body.

"Mm." She let out a soft sound, as if speaking in her sleep.

Her body trembled slightly in the warmth, her brows furrowed, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

Was she feeling wronged even in her dreams?

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

Was she unable to forget this humiliating night even in her unconscious state?

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

His voice, though low, carried a comforting strength.

Miraculously, after hearing his words, Laura gradually calmed down, her brows relaxing, and her tears ceasing.

He watched her fall into a deeper sleep, continuing to clean her body until her skin returned to its original purity, with no traces left.

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

At this moment, Laura unable to respond, but her even breathing is the only sign of her peaceful slumber.

He hoped that in her dreams, she wouldn't relive the terrifying scenes from earlier.