The next morning, Priska was startled to find herself bare under the covers. Her shimmering pink dress from the night before was now hanging on the wall, and her underwear lay on the table. She scanned her surroundings. The room was empty, and she clearly remembered that Indra hadn’t done anything to her—he had refused to sleep with a virgin. His reason stemmed from regret over his own first time.
But that didn’t mean Priska let her guard down, not after Indra had stolen her first kiss by force. After all, he had still touched her body. She also found it strange how overwhelmingly sleepy she had felt last night. Had Indra slipped something into her drink? Priska didn’t drink alcohol, but that juice could have been laced with something.
Lifting the blanket, she examined herself for any signs that she had been touched while she was asleep. A chill immediately crept over her bare skin. She looked down, inspecting her body from head to toe. She had never been with a man, but she was certain she felt no pain, nor did she find any bite marks. This time, she was safe.
"Humiliating," she muttered.
She quickly pulled the blanket back over her body as she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. She shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep, and soon caught the sound of two voices arguing. She recognized the one who spoke in a casual, rough tone—that must be Tomi.
“I’ll pay you next month with interest. Relax, Ndra, I’m not going anywhere. You know where I live.”
“Okay, so… why are you showing up at my place this early? That photo from last night got you all worked up, huh?” Indra teased.
Priska could hear Tomi chuckling. She gripped the blanket even tighter, pulling it up to her neck.
“Where’s the AC remote?” Tomi asked.
“On the chair in the corner. Don’t get any ideas. It’s not your turn yet—wait for the next draw.”
“Stingy. I just want to see how flawless she is. Maybe she’d make good entertainment, Ndra.”
“She’s a real virgin. Sorry, not happening.”
“You just don’t have the guts, Ndra. If I win next, I’ll make sure she can’t even stand after I’m done,” Tomi said with a sleazy grin.
The temperature in the room dropped further as Tomi adjusted the AC. Priska gasped when he suddenly yanked the blanket off her body, tossing it aside. Lying on her side, she instinctively covered herself in shame.
“Hey, Priska. Can you sit up? I know you’ve been pretending to sleep. Call me Mas Tomi—let’s get familiar,” Tomi said, reaching out to touch her face.
Indra stood just a few steps away, arms crossed. “He won’t try anything while I’m here,” Indra assured her.
“I promise I won’t do anything—just don’t put your hands there. I already saw your full nude last night,” Tomi added in a mockingly sweet tone.
Priska eyed him warily. Running wasn’t an option. These men would just catch her again. At the very least, she needed to buy time before one of them actually decided to take her. Slowly, she sat up, placing her hands nervously on her lap. She caught Tomi swallowing as his gaze darkened with lust.
“She’s sexy, Ndra! How many more days do you have with her? Are you seriously not gonna have a taste?” Tomi asked, casting a suggestive glance at Indra.
Indra frowned and grabbed Tomi by the collar, dragging him toward the door before his gaze could turn any filthier.
“It’s still morning, idiot. Wait for your turn, Tom!”
“Damn! She looks even better in person.”
Indra shoved Tomi out before he could lose control. Once the two men left, Priska finally felt a little relief, though humiliation still burned within her. A few minutes later, Indra reentered the room and threw a skimpy outfit at her.
***
“Put that on. Aldo’s waiting outside,” Indra said, winking at her.
“This can’t even be called clothing,” Priska grumbled in defeat.
She hesitantly approached the three wretched men. Indra patted the seat beside him, making it easy to pull her close. On the other side, Aldo was focused on his phone game, while Tomi still eyed Priska with a hungry stare. Priska sat between Aldo and Indra, unsure of what to say. After all, she was nothing more than a plaything to them.
“Still a virgin, Ndra?” Aldo asked, glancing briefly at Priska.
“Yep. You know how I am, Do.”
“Oh, okay. Then I’ll take her as we agreed,” Aldo said.
“Where are you taking her?” Tomi asked suspiciously.
“Grown-up business, Tom,” Indra replied.
With that answer, Tomi didn’t dare ask further about what was going to happen or what their boss had planned. Aldo stood up, slipping his phone into his jeans pocket. Indra motioned for Priska to follow Aldo outside.
During the elevator ride, Aldo remained silent, not even sparing her a glance. Priska was panicking—how could she walk outside in an outfit like this? She felt practically naked. She didn’t dare ask where they were going; maybe she’d find out once they got in the car. Thankfully, they were in an underground parking lot, with barely anyone around. She finally exhaled in relief as she entered Aldo’s car. Outside, Aldo glanced up at the darkening sky, frowning. The roads were still wet and slick from the rain. He drove cautiously.
“So, are you enjoying all this?” Aldo suddenly asked.
“I have no choice,” she replied weakly.