Page 61 of My Forever Sin

“Right here?” Throat soreness forgotten, my voice raises an octave.

They both nod.

“Absolutely not.” I’m surrounded by strangers, in a strange place, and they’re demanding I undress in front of them. Tears begin to well in the back of my eyes again, but I will them to stay there.

“You have two options here, child—you either willingly do it yourself, or security behind you will help you.” The priest gestures with his head behind me. “And we’d really like to avoid that.”

I spin, seeing two male guards—that were definitely not there before—grinning.

Shaking my head at the nun and priest, protectively wrapping arms around myself, I say, “I’d like to do it in the privacy of whatever room it is you’ll give me.”

“That’s not an option, child. I’ve given you your options.” The man unclasps his hands and points his palms upwards briefly.

“So, my options are to… what? Strip myself of my dignity in front of all of you, or you’ll do it for me?” I ask to confirm that I didn’t misread the situation, unconsciously taking a step to the side so I can see everyone in the grand reception that’s rapidly dropping in temperature.

Kain wouldn’t allow this to happen—

“We don’t have a lot of time; it’s already past curfew. So… security,” the nun snaps, a sly smirk playing on her face.

“Wait…” Before I know it, one of the guards uncoils my arms and stretches them to the side, holding them firmly in place when I try to rip away from him. “No.”

“We’ve given you your choices.” The nun shrugs. “Probably your last ever choice.”

The other guard roughly pulls on the zip of my dress, then wrestles it off my body while a lump grows in my throat.

Violated.

That’s how I feel at this moment.

It finally dawns on me. This is where my sins have led me. I should’ve listened. I should’ve stayed away from Kain.

They’ve stripped me of my clothes, leaving me exposed in just my bra and pants. Exposed to people I don’t know. People that, up until this moment, I believed were meant to be safe. This feels anything but. The only thing I’m thankful for is my bra still pressing my breasts together, hiding the rose that’s burning into my chest.

God, please don’t let them see it.

I bite back the tears threatening my eyes once more tonight as I gape at my clothes being cut into tiny pieces by a smug guard right in front of my eyes.

“Are you happy?” I grit through my teeth, immediately snaking my arms around myself when the guard lets go.

“Almost. We have to do a search.” The nun picks my shredded clothes from the stone floor and puts them into the plastic box.

“A search?! I’m basically naked. What else do you expect to search?”

The guards crowd me again, one of them locks my hands behind my back in a rough grip, while the other crouches in front of me. His rough hands cradle my ankle, and he feels his way upwards.

My stomach rolls with nausea as he nears the apex of my thighs and I can’t help the pathetic whimper that leaves me. He glances at me through blonde lashes and smirks as he cups my centre with his palm. I flinch, a tear rolling down my cheek and vomit rising up my throat.

“Stop,” I plead in a small voice, but I’m powerless here. He doesn’t, instead, he continues his way up my body and handles my bra far longer than he should. My knees are weak as I’m held still, completely devoid of any control over my body, and—what is becoming increasingly obvious—my life.

17

Kain

Present Day

Me: Won't be coming warehouse tonight

Ash: Everything ok? -thinking emoji-