Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

I was still under the influence of anesthesia at the moment but my senses were not fully off, and I was vaguely aware of what was happening around me.

The two men that had tugged me into that black car were gone. I had feared that I might have woken up in their bed being violated and humiliated, in my nakedness but thank goodness that was not the case. I was still moving around. I could feel that I was being carried from one vehicle to the other, but I was unable to move or speak. It was a harrowing experience because I felt a comparative sense of relief.

As I was being carried, I could hear the sound of footsteps and voices, but they sounded distant and muffled. It was as if I was in a dream state, and everything was happening in slow motion. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, and I couldn’t see anything.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt, and I heard a voice say, “Watch your step, guys. Let’s not drop the package.” It was a male voice, and he sounded concerned. I wanted to ask him where he was taking me, but I couldn’t speak. I was trapped in my body, unable to move or communicate.

The men carrying me placed me on a cold, hard surface, and I heard the sound of metal clanging against metal. I realized that I was in some sort of vehicle again, and the men were securing me in place. “Make sure the straps are tight,” another voice said. “We don’t want her falling off.”

As the vehicle started to move, I felt a sense of panic rising in me. I didn’t know where I was going, and I didn’t know who these people were. I wanted to scream and shout, but my voice was silent.

After what seemed like an eternity, the vehicle came to a stop, and I heard the sound of doors opening. “We’re here,” a voice said. “Let’s get the package inside.”

The men lifted me again, and I felt myself being carried into a building. It was dark inside, and I could hear the sound of footsteps echoing off the walls. “This way,” a voice said. “We’re almost there.”

I felt myself being placed on another hard surface, and I heard the sound of things being moved around. “Prepare the package for delivery” a voice said. “We need to get started.”

I wanted to protest, to tell them that I was a human not a package as they kept referring to me as, but my body was unresponsive. I was trapped, unable to move or speak, as the men ‘prepared’ me for whatever the ‘delivery’ was.

I lay on the hard bed, feeling disoriented and confused. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my leg, and I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t cooperate.

I groaned and closed my eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening. Then I felt those hands on my stomach, and I tensed up, unsure of what was going on.

“I need to check the cervix to make sure there’s no damage.” I heard a voice.

I tried to protest, but nothing happened. I didn’t move. I tried taking a deep breath, trying to calm down. I wanted to scream and run away, but I was too weak to move.

They pulled my pants down and forced my legs apart. When I was anticipating worse, those hands just hovered around my vaginal opening and did some touching with some instruments and proclaimed,

” This ones a virgin “.

The proclamation was met with excited gasps and conversations.

Finally, they finished whatever they were doing and pulled up my pants.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

As they administered more anesthesia, my consciousness began to fade again and my last thoughts were of fear and helplessness. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me, and I was powerless to stop it.

Who were these people handling me? Where should I go?