Yeah, conveniently.
“Don’t scoff at my generosity, Pet.” His silhouette stepped closer to the glass, making his growl echo through the steaming shower. “My asking you is a kindness. It means the difference between a little pain, and a lot of pain.”
Despite myself, I whimpered and shrank back. The implications of that terrified me. I’d had the first time chat with Angie. If I didn’t answer him, would he come in? Would he touch me? Would I like it?
That’s when another thought occurred to me. What if experience mattered? Surely a man like him would rather have someone who knew what they were doing. I’d never even kissed a guy.
Was my v-card actually good for something? Like, perhaps escaping captivity?
“I’ve never… done...” I stuttered out, working the shampoo into my hair. Even knowing that it might save me, it was incredibly embarrassing to admit. I was days away from eighteen. What kind of girl hadn’t been on a date by that age? “I haven’t…”
“You’re a virgin.”
I told myself I could do this and straightened my shoulders. “That’s right.”
“Have you touched yourself?”
“No.”
Masturbation never crossed my mind. Knowing Ralph was in the same house kind of killed that urge. Never thought I’d be thankful for my stepdad.
While rinsing out my hair I heard him say, “Brush your teeth, Pet. I’ll be back.”
I couldn’t help but smile. It was working. I’d finally done something right.
It took a few more minutes to finish washing myself, and after that I moved on to brushing my teeth. Which I happily did, with the then new toothbrush I found on the counter.
Where my captor had gone didn’t cross my mind. I assumed he went to get me clothes. After all, I couldn’t go home in a towel.
All my pride and confidence washed away when Enzo returned.
I spun around, expecting him to be holding my clothes. He was holding clothes alright, but they weren’t mine, and barely had enough material to be classified as clothes at all.
“Aren’t you taking me home?”
Enzo’s brow rose. “Why would I do that?”
“But… I-I…” I looked at the scrap of purple lace in his hand and back up to his eyes. “I never… I-I mean…”
“Oh, Pet,” realization poured across his features, “did you think I wouldn’t want you because no one else has had you?”
“Maybe,” I lied.
His thick lips twisted in a mocking frown. “You know nothing about men, do you?”
I resented that statement.
“I know about men.” Angie told me stuff.
“Do you now?” He took a step closer, making me take two back. “If that were true, you’d know any red-blooded heterosexual man would jump at the chance to defile a virgin.”
Unfortunately, there was a lot more room for him to move. Within a couple seconds, my back was against the wall and he had me caged in. One arm resting on the wall beside my head, while his large body blocked my view.
“You see, Pet, there’s something ingrained in all men. A feral need to lay our claim on the pure. We can smell it. Your innocence draws us in like bloodhounds ready for a hunt,” he explained, “And you, my sweet littlepulsante,are as innocent as they come.”
“Just because you think that way, doesn’t mean all men do.”
I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince? I think I just needed to hear the comforting sound of my own voice. Know I was at least trying to stay strong, even though I was falling apart internally.
