Free Club of Virgins by Pet TorreS Page B

there was no return address.
    Apprehensive, I opened it and then I saw a note in block letters.
     

     
     
    Angrily I squashed the note and looked up.
    What kind of practical joke was that?
    Could it be my parents doing to separate us from each other?
    I wanted to run screaming through the house and make them confess to that despicable act. My parents were going too far. They needed to learn how to respect the feelings of others.
    Without thinking, I threw away the yellow envelope.
    A stronger noise echoed as I saw a black memory stick falling out of the envelope. I frowned and walked towards it. I bent down and picked it up between my fingers.
    “What is this? What game is this?”
    I approached my desk, took the flash drive and connected it to my notebook USB. My fingers slid down the keyboard and I accessed one file folder from within named Natanael’s file.
     
     

     
    I decided to click the folder, since it contained my first name. After two clicks, something appeared - the video of the notebook screen. They were black and white images of a security camera inside a partially dark and private location.
    After a few moments a young woman dressed in a white garter belt and lingerie with a white mask on her face appeared. She had red hair and blue eyes. Soon she was walking down the hall and stopped in front of a stage, around which there were hundreds of finely attired men in a club. The young red-haired woman turned around and I saw a tattoo of butterflies on her back.
     

    It was identical to the tattoo that Peta had on her back.
    “It cannot be true!”
    I kept looking at the pictures and saw a man sliding his hand down her body, checking her private parts. On this occasion the girl looked toward the camera and her face appeared more clearly. Those were definitely Peta’s blue eyes under the white mask. Now I had no doubt about that.
    I hit the notebook cover with rage and shut the video. Feeling completely nervous, I took my notebook and threw it against my wall. I ran my hand through my dark hair. Despair had grown inside me. I put my forearm in my mouth and bit it. I felt repulsion and disgust.
    Those scenes were hurtful.
    However, I tried to suffocate my sob. My urge to cry.
     

      Peta
     
    08:00 pm
     
    Natan walked through the door of my house like a lightning bolt. I could not even look at his face and give him a goodnight kiss. I closed the front door and he remained standing in the living room. He was dressed in his blue jeans, navy blue shirt and dark shoes. In his hand was a red bag.
    I walked barefoot to meet him. I was in a white nightshirt. My hair was pulled into a bun almost falling toward my neck.
    “What’s up?” I asked, realizing he wouldn’t look at me but just stared down at the floor all the time, completely silent. His breathing was strange, as all his actions seemed strange to me that night.
    “I brought this for you.” He raised the red bag and threw it at me. I found it odd, his uncivilized behavior. Natan had never acted that way. He was weird. Even his gaze was cold, dark, distant.
    I opened the red bag and saw something white. I pulled it out of the bag and saw a white garter belt and lingerie and also a white mask. My mind immediately went to the Club of Virgins. Flashes of that damn night in the club came directly into my mind. Because those pieces in my hands were identical to the clothes I wore in the club more than three years ago.
    “What’s this?” I q uestioned afraid, looking at the white pieces in my hand.
    Natanael stood still and stared at me with a look even stranger and domineering.
    “I want you to put it on!” He said angrily.
    I shook my head. “I cannot do that!”
    Natan came up to me and shouted into my ears, “Put it on, damn it! I'm ordering you!”
    I moved back but he insisted.
    “Peta do not make me lose my temper!”
    His hand pulled my nightshirt and tore it in half. I was scared. My breasts were out. Natan was unrecognizable.
    “Now wear