Page 30 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
Grant went pale and I shook my head. “Not right now, I don’t. This is an unprecedented thing that happened. Can we please get back to Blyss and how she is? When can I see her?”
“She’s going to be in intensive care for a while. A few days. Maybe more. We have her in a medically-induced coma. When internal organs are involved, it helps to keep her completely immobile. The only way to do that is by keeping her asleep. You can visit her only twice a day for five minutes each visit. Her times are nine in the morning and six in the evening. And only family members are allowed to visit.”
“She has no family at all,” I told him. “I’m it.”
“And you aren’t family. Sorry, buddy. You can ask at the nurses’ station at the ICU about her condition. When she’s moved to a room, you’ll be able to have visits with her.”
My brain was spinning as I tried to think about what I could say that would allow me to see her, even if it was for only ten minutes a day. “She and I are fiancés. Isn’t that right, Grant?”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, they’d just told everyone the great news.”
“She didn’t have a ring on her finger. Nor a tan line where one had been. Not that it would matter. Still not family if you’re not married. Engagements don’t count.” Then he turned and walked away.
Grant shouted to stop him, “We need to know if she was raped. Was there any semen inside of her?”
I held my breath as I waited for the answer. Grant put his hand on my back to steady me as the doctor turned around. “We found semen on her back. But not any of her cavities. She was not anally or vaginally raped. And you both should thank God for that little miracle. Keep your women safe, gentlemen, and I use that term loosely.”
I had to lean against the wall as relief washed over me. “He didn’t manage to get to her.”
“I wasn’t sure if he had or not. The camera caught him moving behind her, but it wasn’t apparent from behind if he was making contact or not. I guess he was rubbing himself on her back, sick mother fucker.” Grant shook his head, then went on. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back to the club. You can still stay in the apartment. We closed off the club, but that side is still open.”
I had no choice but to leave the hospital without seeing her. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, walking away without even looking at her face one time. But I had no other choice.
Nothing had ever hurt me more than I hurt that night. And nothing ever would.
Troy
An entire week went by with Blyss being kept in the coma. The news was all over the club. I had moved out of it and into a hotel room. The media was eating us all alive. Our faces were plastered everywhere, as sexual deviants. Even the BDSM community at large was against us. Every time I turned on the television, there was some man or woman dressed in shiny black leather, telling how nothing like that had ever happened in their clubs or in their little circles. Everyone pointed fingers at the owners.
Grant was trying hard to hold on, as were the other owners. Things looked bad for them—much worse than the Doms and Subs had it. I was next in line after the owners to be getting the most flack about being in the club and not protecting the woman who was mine to care for. No one had their stories straight. One reporter called Blyss my love slave, another my torture subject. It was all way out of hand and it made going to the hospital impossible.
I called every day and night to see if Blyss had been taken off the medication that had her staying asleep. I was sitting by the window one day, looking out of it and praying Blyss would recover a lot more quickly, when I got a call from Grant. “Turn on the news, Troy.”
I grabbed the remote and turned it on. There was my sleeping Blyss. “How the hell do they have a camera on her?”
“Some nurse is allowing them to film, looking through the outside of the glass,” he told me.
I listened as the reporter said, “Blyss Danner is a young woman of only twenty-two years old. She’s a psychology major at Stanford University in California. Her grades are excellent and she was in the prime of her life when tragedy struck her down. Blyss Danner had signed herself up to become the Submissive partner to a man she’d never met. Troy Masterson won her with the highest bid. The young woman wasn’t an active participant in the world of BDSM. Far from it. Blyss Danner was a virgin in every way. The poor thing never stood a chance when the man who took her, making her do whatever he wanted her to do, out in the forests of Oregon. In that lifestyle, the young girl was his to protect, but he failed her. In so many ways, he failed her. He hasn’t been seen at the hospital at all since she was first brought in. Abandoned by the man she sold herself to, we have ourselves a real life sleeping beauty. Men from all over the world have been calling the hospital, leaving messages for the young woman, telling her they will care for her when she wakes up. They all want her to leave the man who brought her to such a terrible world.”
I turned off the television as anger boiled inside me. “They don’t know shit!”
“I thought you needed to see that, Troy. Were you serious about marrying her?” Grant asked me.
“I was.”
“I suggest you get a ring and be ready when she wakes up. It sounds like an entire world of men will be seeking her company. Marry the girl or you’ll lose her.”
I ended the call as his words rang in my ear.‘Marry her or you’ll lose her.’
I knew he was right, too.
I had told my parents about everything before the news traveled too far. They were shocked and disappointed, but they had my back and promised not to believe any of the crap on television. And they both made me promise to bring her home with me when she was out of the hospital. My mother wasn’t going to have it any other way. She’d nurse her back to health, and I was not to leave Blyss’ side unless she sent me away. And even then, mom would still take care of her.
Dad asked me about my intentions with Blyss, to which I told him I wanted to marry her. He told me I should get to that, then. With my family on my side, I made a call and got the biggest diamond ring I could find from the best jewelry store in Portland. In only a couple of days, I had the ring in my possession and was only waiting for my sleeping beauty to wake up. In the meantime, I made my way to the hospital every morning and every night. I didn’t care about the reporters who were camped out in the parking lot. I smiled and waved at the bastards.
“She’s my love, guys. Sorry.”
That ring stayed with me. If I caught her awake, I wasn’t about to wait to ask her the big question. I wanted things to be solid between us. And I wasn’t about to let her hem haw around about it while millions of men sought her attention. Finally, the day arrived when I caught the doctors leaving her room in the ICU. I stayed back so they wouldn’t see me and I could listen in. One of the doctors was talking to a nurse.
