A DISASTROUS FIRST MEETING

(SERENE'S POV)

I woke up in pain, my entire body was aching, I stretched trying to feel my legs, then remembered how he had held them up as he dove deeper into me, a feeling that had brought me both pain and something else, I shivered at the memory.

Dragging myself up against the headboard, I stared down at him, he slept comfortably after tossing me around the entire night. Eight hours, I wondered to myself, my mind racing back to Claire’s stories before tonight. She had said even the strongest man can only last two hours. 

He shifted and the morning light caught his face, he had a face you could call that of the gods, sculptured to perfection. My eyes trailed down to his full lips and I involuntarily licked mine, a memory of those lips caressing me down there flashed in my head and I shivered again slightly closing my eyes. What was wrong with me? 

When I opened my eyes again, he was watching me with an amused smirk. “hey kitten,” he whispered, his voice deep and seductive. “Do you want more?”  

Before I could even process the question, he leaned in slightly. "You know... you are the absolute best I have ever had. In all my years of experience."

Those words hit me like a bucket of ice water, shattering the spell that had existed in the bedroom. What did he mean by experience? And the others. My heart began to hammer violently against my ribs.

I shifted trying to breathe, then the burning started. My skin was rapidly covered in blisters. I looked down at my arms in horror as the red grew and I scratched my skin anxiously.

His smirk vanished instantly, "What the…" He sat up abruptly and tried to reach out, his hand trying to stop me from scratching my skin further. 

"Don't touch me!" I screamed, moving away from him so quickly I nearly fell off the edge of the bed. Then my world went black.

When I woke up again, the room was filled with angry voices. "So you are saying, she has a cleanliness allergy? That she found me repulsive, and that’s why she is in this state?" An angry but familiar voice boomed across the room. 

"Yes, sir," a timid, shaking voice replied. "Perhaps she didn't like the idea of your hands on her body. Did you perhaps mention to her that you have been with other women before?"

There was silence in the room. I held my breath hoping I had misunderstood him before.

"Of course I did," he said in anger "She is a prostitute. What kind of prostitute has a cleanliness allergy, for the Goddess’s sake? Is this program playing games with me?"

I squeezed my eyes tighter, swallowing my anger. The humiliation burned far worse than the blisters on my skin.

He paced the floor and then sighed heavily.  "I am going to sue whoever is in charge of this," he growled. "I don't care who they are. I will make them pay for my emotional damage."

I jumped up and faced him angrily, laughing like a maniac. “You want to sue?” I asked him mockingly “Don't worry, I am going to sue you first, you animal!” 

I turned to the doctor, snatching the medical documents right out of his trembling hands, My eyes scanned the pages, my hymen was intact before this all and surgical stitching had been required due to severe tearing. My stomach violently turned at this, I moved slightly feeling the discomfort in my flower. I had indeed been stitched.

“Ahhhhhh….” I screamed in frustration as I pointed a shaking finger directly at his bare chest. “This was rape," I said, my voice trembling with rage. "And I am going to make damn sure you pay for it!”

He just threw his head back and laughed. “Rape? I paid for you. What kind of rape is that? I don't know what kind of game you are playing, woman, but don't act sweet with me. You are a prostitute. I have bought plenty of your kind before, and I have seen all of this before.”

Those words hit me, forcing me to take a step back. I searched desperately for my bag. Luckily the doctor was quick and handed me a few pills. Even as the medicine went down my throat, the fierce itching beneath my skin didn't stop. I needed to get out. I needed a shower to scrub his disgusting, sickening stench off my body.

He looked at me with a look of wonder before pulling out a card and tossing it carelessly at me as he laughed, "There, take your payment. I have even added extra for the hospital bills. Just make sure you never show your face in front of me again."

I looked at the card, all black, no details, just a few numbers and a single name Lastwill, I looked at him again, and aggressively tossed it in my bag. “This will work as evidence” I said boldly, because I was going to sue this bastard.

I turned on my heel and matched toward the door, but his mocking voice followed me. “A prostitute is always a prostitute. I have dealt with plenty of them.”

I ignored the fool, he would know soon, luckily he had handed me the evidence himself. The moment I stepped into the hallway, an assistant calmly held out a heavy stack of papers. “Your agency already signed these,” he said, his voice flat, as if this was a normal occurrence in his line of work.

“Which agency?” I asked him angrily. What the hell was wrong with them? Anger flared in my chest as I snatched the papers and slammed them right back into the assistant's chest, leaving them to scatter across the floor as I walked away.