Collectors

trying to stay calm. "Myra. Are you really as good as your husband claims?" He asked, stepping closer to her. Myra's knees shook with fear and shook her head desperately. "H-he lied. He's never touched me." She whimpered softly, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. "Has anyone touched you?" He asked curiously. She shook her head again before answering weakly "No." He hummed, keeping his eyes stormy eyes on her face, watching her lips tremble with nervousness and fear. "Lie down." He demanded coldly. She quickly laid down on the bed, hoping whatever he does with her would be gentle.