Chapter 5 Virgin

With a smirk, the man leaned into her face.

“How bad do you want it? Crawling back here hoping to cash in? Let’s get one thing straight—I don’t pay for sluts who jump into my bed willingly. You’re not worth a tip.”

“I don’t want your money,” Alison whispered, revolted by his sneer.

She’d made a vow: survive three months of this nightmare, reclaim those godawful photos, and disappear from his life like a bad dream.

“Perfect. Then let’s give you what you came for, you slut,” he purred, his cologne-drenched body pressed her down with brutal ease.

Is this how it starts?

Though a virgin, she knew enough from school to brace for the pain. Her nails clawed at the sheets, terror closing in around her throat.

He pushed in further without hesitation, indifferent to her ragged breathing.

The pain hit like a blade—sharp, unforgiving. Through the haze, a thought surfaced in panic: What if Emily’s not a virgin? How do I explain this?

Before she could flinch, agony swallowed her whole, blotting out every sense. She clamped her jaw, refusing to moan. No way would she let him know she was a virgin—her cover as Emily depended on it.

Her grip tightened until her knuckles blanched. He faltered for a moment, confusion in his eyes. “Emily, you slut, why are you so tight tonight? What did you do?”

Humiliation burned her cheeks. She wished she could sink through the floor.

She bit her lip till blood trickled, but not a sound escaped. The pain was relentless.

“Emily, looks like you haven’t done this for a while now eh…” he mocked, amused by her silence. He wasn’t aware that she was a virgin.

Strangely, the worst of the pain began to dull. As she inhaled his cologne and pictured his mug face, she pretended she was just a hired escort—anything to detach.

Time blurred. She started seeing stars, the wall lamp’s glow made his face a smear of colour. She wanted to beg him to stop, but no sound came out.

Now, she could only submit—no matter who was pulling the strings in those emails, she was at his mercy.

That was pathetic—the other women got paid for this. She got this instead: shame, and a countdown to freedom.

Bitterness knotted her gut. Shamed, enraged, she clenched her teeth, teetering on blackout.

“You like it, don’t you? You slutty bitch.” He gave a cruel smirk. “You pussy’s soaking wet for my cock.”

The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed until his final thrust, and then—silence.

Alison barely registered what was happening – moaning was out of the question. overwhelmed and humiliated, she squeezed her eyes shut, avoiding his searing stare.

“Use your tongue, Emily. You’re not here for free,” he snapped, his voice thick with disdain.

“You have three months. I’ll settle what I owe,” Alison replied softly, finally meeting his gaze. These were the terms of that godforsaken email—the same ones binding her to this nightmare.

She had to endure everything during this three months period.

Jack’s lips curled in a sinister smile. “Good. Don’t expect a dime from me for the next ninety days.”

Alison collapsed onto the bed, eyes shutting as the inute crawled by in silence. Then, without warning, he pulled away and tossed a small red pill at her. “Take it.”

She stared at the pill, confused. “What is it?”

Jack’s voice went flat. “Morning-after pill. You’re just a bitch – do your part. No kids, no mess.” He pinched her chin hard, making her gasp.

Alison glared back defiantly.

Impatient, he shoved the pill past her lips, “Swallow it.”

She would have taken it anyway.

No way in hell she’d carry a child from this.

Gagging, she forced it down dry.

Jack released her chin, satisfied, “Take one after every time. If I forget, you remind me. If you get knocked up, I’ll drag you to a clinic myself.”

With that cold threat, he stormed into the bathroom. But something felt off. Emily seemed…different -- quieter, hollow-eyed. Even her body, which he thought he knew, felt softer. And her pussy – tight, like a virgin again. He frowned, then shook off the thought.

He showered quickly. When he came out, a towel slung low on his hips, she was already stripping the sheets. At the sight of him, she grabbed the soiled linens, desperate to escape.

Jack muttered, irritation in his voice. “Since when do you change sheets, Emily?”