Free Your Favorite Girl (YFG Series) by Steph Sweeney

without turning.
    I closed my eyes, drew my legs up, and spread them.  A moment later I felt his forearm press against my thighs, gripping one with his latex-wrapped hand.
    He inspected me.  Why, I didn't know.  Maybe he planned to have sex with me and wanted to make sure I didn't have any diseases.  Or a basic cavity search.  Either way, my arousal intensified and I began to breathe deeply.
    Brian giggled.  "You're drugged, aren't you?  Kate thinks she's so crafty."
    He put pressure on my clit, rubbing slowly, and I felt the birth and rapid growth of an orgasm.  I slipped my hand between my legs and pressed my palm on the two fingers he was using to massage me.
    Before I climaxed, he jerked his hand away and said, "You're quite the marvel, Melissa.  A natural beauty.  I think I love everything about you."
    Suddenly he was next to me, the bulge in his pants a foot from my face.
    "Take it out," I breathed, slipping two fingers inside myself and reaching down with my other hand.
    Another giggle.  Brian crouched down so that we were face to face.  He was smiling, and I got lost in those strange, cosmic eyes.  "I bet you like to be on top," he said, and after a thought, "but only for so long.  Yes, at some point you want to be slung down on the bed and drilled.  Taken over.  Rendered into a flower, producing nectar for a bee."
    I watched his mouth moving, barely comprehending his words, but when I rolled over to kiss him he grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head down.  "If only you were a virgin," he said.
    I felt pleasure instead of pain, and I screamed, drowning out Brian's childlike laughter.
    Then everything changed  The tingling sensation in my scalp turned to red-hot pain, the realization dawned on me that Kate's plan to make me desirable had failed, and Brian's disappointment in the state of my hymen--the reason for the inspection, I assumed--left me with a much smaller chance of survival.
    Brian was still laughing, only it sounded maniacal to me now.
    I sat up, hugging my legs.
    "What happens now?" I asked.
    He tore off his gloves and tossed them in the trash.
    "I don't know what Shriver has in store for you," he said, heading for the door, "but whatever it is, Sean will be the one to do it."
    "Sean?  Wait!"
    He opened the door and stopped.
    "Head of security and employee manager.  Hot tempered.  If I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut.  Sean has killed more women than you've probably ever met."  He stepped out into the hall.  "He'll be with you shortly so sit tight.  Good luck."
    Then he closed the door.

─One Hour─
     
    I INSTANTLY recognized Sean as the security guard in the lobby I'd caught staring at Kate's ass, the man who'd suddenly appeared in the hotel room.  A pale, bald head and solid black sunglasses made him look alien in disguise.
    I froze.  This ma n had killed two police officers while leaning against a doorframe.  Kate was right.  They were killers.
    This is it .
    But it wasn't.
    Sean scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder so fast and effortlessly that the swiftness of it left me with a headache.  As he carried me out into a dim, windowless hallway, his shoulder dug into my stomach, sending sharp streaks of pain through my abdomen.  Now I was battling nausea, and when I tried to reposition myself on his shoulder, he pinched my inner thigh and said, "Be still, cunt."
    Exhaustion finally overtook me.  I closed my eyes and waited for the puke to come.  At least it would go all down the back of this asshole's suit.
    Where is he taking me?
    I wanted to ask, but Brian had advised me not to speak.  Then again, what if he was taking me to some torture chamber?   What if saying something was my only chance?
    He stopped.
    I strained to lift my head high enough to see out, but I was facing a wall.  Then I heard the chime of an elevator.  We were moving again, and before he turned to press a button, I caught a glimpse of the panel.  This was the third