Chapter 3

#Chapter 3 Virgin Test

Third

“We’re here. Pull off to the side up ahead.” The hooded man said from the passenger seat. The driver pulled off to the side of abandoned looking building before coming to a stop behind it.

A tall, hollow looking man came towards the van once the engine shut off. “Were there any complications on the road? Did anyone follow?”

“We were discreet, as always. No need to worry.” The driver said as he slid out of the van.

“I’ve been told that the police and hunters have been more active lately. You need to be careful, several other locations have already been shut down and we expect more to follow.”

“Understood.” The driver nodded to the other man. “We’ve got a good lot today. Once it’s inspected, we’ll send it out.”

As soon as the man gave his go, several similar looking men went to open the back of the van doors.

Inside, Patara was desperate to wake the girl next to her. She grasped her shoulder and shook as hard as she could, but all she did was slump over. At least they all still looked like they were breathing. “Come on!” She croaked, her throat still felt as if it was a bloody mess.

She tried at the next girl but—nothing. They must have been given a drug much stronger than the one they gave Patara. She gripped her hair and tried to control her breathing before her chest caved in from her fear.

Her family must have been looking for her by now. She imagined their scared, horrified faces when they realized she never made it home and it cracked her heart in half. She had no idea how much time had passed since they took her, but it felt like eternity. She had to survive this—she had to. Someone would help her… she had to find a way to get free!

The metal doors creaked open. Patara quickly fell back against the floor and pretended she was asleep like the others before they started to unload the girls. When they picked up Patara, she begged her heart to calm—but it banged so loud against her chest, she was afraid they might hear it.

They carried the girls into the building and down the stairs that led to a large, damp room. It was dim, Patara opened one of her eyes just barely to see the place were littered with unconscious girls. And so much worse.

There were beds lined with sickly girls. It almost looked like she had been taken to a morgue rather than whatever.…this was. It tore at her insides and made her think twice about the girls on the beds—were they actually dead?

The grounds were wet and the area smelled sickly sweet like everything around her was rotting. Shadows danced across the wall and looked similar to creatures crawling out of a rotted swamp. Something that looked like bloody handprints were smeared across the wall as if someone had dragged the person to their hell. It was the most dark and haunting place she had ever had the misfortune of being in, it was worse than any nightmares that ever tormented her.

Patara almost screamed when she saw a strange lizard like creature on top of one of the girls. She bit her tongue so hard, she tasted blood. The girl wasn’t breathing—she was completely naked and the horrifying thing looked as if it was a half man, half lizard and molesting her dead body. It’s big, claw like hands wrapped around her small body that was too pale and absent of life to be alive. It felt like Patara felt as if she had just been stabbed from the inside. This could not be her reality.

His grunts echoed around the dark room. What was that thing? She quickly averted her eyes, but the next scene was even worse.

A creature hovered over a body with missing limbs. Blood dripped down its inhuman chest and stained the floors all around. Patara almost flinched when she heard the heavy meat slap against the table it feasted over. It chewed on the leg like it hadn’t eaten in days. Were those…were those shifters? The mounters that haunted dreams—in the human world? How was this possible?

Or had they passed into the shifter world already? Patara felt her skin crawl with a new fear. Men in white coats carried clipboards around the room and observed the girls as if they were objects being sold. The dim room left shadows across the walls that grew bigger than any monster in the room. Patara swore they were going to peel themselves off the wall and swallow her whole.

Patara closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself anywhere else. This was even worse than any horror movie had ever come up with. It wasn’t just any puddles on the floor, it was blood.

“Tell Tina to start checking. Make sure to leave the best for the Snake king to have for himself.” A man said when the door closed behind them.

Tina walked slowly into the room, her heels clacked against the horrible floors. She held her chin up high and looked at the girls with a distaste while she pulled on a pair of thin gloves. She flicked her fingers up and someone across the room turned the lights on to light up the horror scene even more.

There was not an ounce of pity on Tina’s face as she instructed each girl be brought the to couch one by one. The men treated them like glass as they spread their legs for the woman.

“Oh god no, this one will be sent to a brothel.” She flicked her fingers and the pretty girl was carried to a different area in the room.

The next one looked as young as 14. Tina spread her legs and nodded her head. “This one is pure. Clean her up and you might make gold for her.”

The men brightened at this news. They treated the girl extra careful as they carried her away. This continued for dozens and dozens of girls until—Patara was next.

The footsteps that approached Patara rang through her entire body. She knew she was next. She didn’t have to peak or see for herself, she knew. She willed herself to calm her breaths and heart, but still it banged against her chest in a panic.

The man picked her up carefully, more careful than they had before. He set her down on the hard cushion and Patara let her head flop to the side as if she was sleeping.

Tina sighed as she looked over the beautiful girl in front of her. She didn’t sound sincere in the slightest. “What a shame. Such a pretty young girl. If the Snake King catches sight of this one, she won’t last long at all.”

The words woke a new fear deep in Patara’s stomach.

Tina leaned forward to undo her clothes like she did for all the rest. Her cold fingers traced over her skin—every single inch until her whole body was littered in goosebumps. She checked each part of her.

Which included right between her legs.