Page 39 of By Any Means


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The man in the white mask.

A knot forms in my throat as I remember how easily I sank into a heavy, forced sleep. All so I could be stripped of my clothes.

Was that all, or was I raped?

Panicked, I take a mental inventory and realize my breasts are sensitive, which is horrifying enough on its own.

Thankfully, though, I’m not sore between my legs.

Lube could help him slide in easily without hurting me, I’m aware.

Then again, this would’ve been my first time. My hymen would’ve been broken.

I would’ve feltsomething.

I don’t.

Like it matters. Like being raped or not changes the fact that I was drugged. That someone touched me while I was out.

One way or the other, I was violated.

That last part, that word,violated, has ice spreading through my veins. Panic threatens to knock me out all over again.

No. I have to stay awake. Have to snap the hell out of it.

You’re strong, Elowyn. You’ve got this.

Deep breath—one, two, three, a thousand—and the tremors stop. My pulse slows as I regain control of my body.

The next step is to come face-to-face with reality.

Don’t!

A scowl twists my features at the strange warning.

I wish I could listen to it, but I have no choice except to open my eyes.

The sun is already up, bright enough that when I look down, I can see myself clearly.

A tear slips out, then another, rolling down my temples.

Somehow, seeing my body bare makes everything worse. Makes it real.

The man in the mask, The Restorer—oh God, oh God,oh God—he must’ve been the one to touch me. This sick bastard did it while I was out.

He got off on that too. I remember it clearly. How his dark eyes gleamed right before I lost consciousness.

A tremor rattles my teeth.

More breaths. More shallow inhales. More exhales that burn my throat.

Though it takes me forever, I manage to look at my body again without being swallowed up by anxiety.

Other than being naked, it seems like I haven’t been harmed.

Except deep down, something feels off with my body. Heart lodged in my throat, I run a hand over my neck, my arms, my waist.

I gasp when I reach my stomach.