"Put on the gloves and spread your legs for me."

"What?"

"That's what has to be done. We want to ensure the slaves aren't hiding any contraband in their bodies. It needs to be checked out whether it's the stomach, the vagina or the asshole."

"Even if you were once my classmate, you still have to do this. Now I'll give you the chance to do it yourself, or I'll do it."

The rubber gloves fell on me cold and had an eerie touch. I knew what Xavier was ordering me to do, but I couldn't do it.

I was Alpha's daughter, and I'd been taught to be a proper lady from a young age.

Xavier seemed impatient with my procrastination. He picked the holster on his waist and touched the handle of his gun, silently intimidating me.

He was clearly a ruthless block of ice that would not melt.

"You're acting suspiciously. What are you hiding? Don't presume to bring dangerous items to Sin Pack."

I remained motionless.

He pulled his gun out sharply the next second, broke off the safety catch, and pointed it at my head.

"I said, open your legs."

The muzzle was colder than a glove, and I had no more choice.

I sat on the floor and put on the gloves with a heart of shame and anger. My hands slid down the small of my back.

I leaned my body halfway back and slowly opened my legs.

My hands deliberately blocked my private parts, and my fingers trembled as I dug in.

The excessive tension and friction stalled my movements, and my fingers couldn't get in, so they stayed outside.

Xavier looked at me with cold eyes the whole time.

His eyes were not warm, as if I was not a werewolf in his eyes, but a bomb that would explode at any moment.

His gaze was sharp, and the end of his eyes rose like a hook with a curve. Too pale skin against his eyes extraordinarily dark blue, as if the infinite deep sea.

I was afraid of his eyes. I feel that he can see through everything, all people have even a trace of unpleasant at the bottom of their hearts will be drilled through him.

He suddenly spoke out, "Move your hand away, don't block it."

My whole body stiffened, and the private part under my hand contracted with my nervousness.

Everything I did looked suspicious to him. He suddenly pounced on me like a cheetah.

"No… Ugh…"

I screamed and ducked back, but my voice was only halfway out before it was choked in my throat.

Xavier grabbed me by the neck and held me down. I flung my hands around, and in the confusion I seemed to have ripped something off. I felt the delicate feel of a piece of leather, it was Xavier's glove.

I squinted and saw Xavier's hand diving down. Behind the back of his pale hand, his raised bones reflected the light, like delicate bells.

He propped me up forcefully on my knees and proceeded to look at me completely naked.

Shame made my eyes red, but my pride commanded me not to shed a tear.

Xavier's pupils clearly reflected my wretched appearance, but he did not soften his heart.

"I participated in a school-level memory contest in junior high school…"

Xavier suddenly spoke up, and I didn't understand why he was saying this.

"The last question in the final was to memorize the names of all the teachers and students in the school."

My mind panicked, and suddenly I understood something.

Xavier's eyes scraped on me like a knife, "I won that game. I don't remember a single person named Leila in the entire school of over four thousand students and faculty."

"You lied."

I closed my eyes in remorse.

It turned out that it was my clumsy lie that had caused him to double his suspicion.

"Ahhhh—"

A sudden tearing pain came from beneath me and I screamed out in agony.

His fingers fumbled roughly inside me a few times, then pulled away quickly.

When I opened my eyes, Xavier's snow-white fingers were already stained with blood.

A thousand feelings flooded my mind and for a moment I felt the sky fall.

I couldn't hold back the tears and they came out of my eyes.

For me, what was pierced was not just a hymen, but a net of dignity that had been woven for twenty years.

Now, the net was broken.

I was shaking with tears. I don't even know when Xavier took back his gloves, wiped his fingers clean and stood up.

He was so calm, as if he hadn't done that much to me.

"You bastard! You're a bad person!"

"I hate you!"

In response to my vociferous accusations, Xavier just glanced at me and put his gloves back on without changing his face.

"The inspection is over, you can go out…"

With that, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with me.

I was emotional, breathing faster, gradually accompanied by coughing and choking, and slightly twitching my arms and legs.

These manifestations are different from the normal crying, Xavier rose to the alarm, quickly squatted down and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I didn't answer him, and I couldn't. My chest rose and fell sharply, and I was sweating in a matter of seconds. I felt suffocated, and I couldn't speak.

I… My illness came on unexpectedly.

I have hyperventilating syndrome, and when I get too much stimulation, I have a seizure, which is choking and spasms like this.

Because I have such a disease, I grew up with a gentle temperament, and my family created the most harmonious environment for me to grow up in, and my schoolmates and teachers loved me, and I never had any major conflicts in my life, and I haven't had an attack for many, many years.

I didn't expect so many changes to happen in the past few days, and my tense nerves finally still reached a critical point.

I was breathing too fast and too sharply, causing an airy sound like fabric tearing in my throat.