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Huddled under the covers, Clara Grant searched the sheets for the bloodstains she expected to find, but there were none. 'Maybe it didn't happen on the bed!' she thought with a pang of sorrow.
'So many men have strange kinks these days. And I was drugged yesterday... Who knows where that man could have violated me!'
Clara Grant poked her head out from under the covers and leaned weakly against the headboard. Her normally expressive eyes now seemed vacant, a faint sadness laced with despair spilling from them.
She'd slept with someone in a complete daze, and she didn't even know who the man was or what he looked like. Even the most optimistic, open-minded, and carefree person wouldn't just act like nothing happened, right?
Besides, the virginity she'd guarded so carefully wasn't for some stranger to take! It was meant for the person she loved!
