"Nice ass."

Her flesh puckered up into goose-pimples as Cindy looked into his cold eyes, then turned back around and walked more quickly down the hall. Her sandals clicked against the polished brown tiles while overhead the glare from the blue-white fluorescent lights burned her eyes. It was such a cold, terrible place.

"Here," he muttered.

They made another turn into a narrower corridor, stopping in front of some green elevator doors. The attendant pressed a small red button. Immediately, groaning and whirring sounds filtered through the old doors. Momentarily they parted, revealing a small, foul-smelling elevator compartment. Cindy stepped inside, feeling less and less sure of herself as the seconds ticked by. Another attendant was there, somewhat taller and thinner than the first. His eyes, she thought, looked a bit kinder.

"Hey, Jack, got a new one from the doc," her escort said, closing the door and pushing three.

"Nice… not bad, Max. Been broke in yet?" the friend asked, flashing Max a toothy smile.

"You been poked yet, honey?" Max asked, his eyes narrowing as he pushed the elevator stop button. Immediately, the car jerked to a halt, the whirring sounds stopping. Cindy looked at the two attendants in disbelief, her heart pounding like a triphammer.

"You heard me, angel tits. You get rodded yet?"

"Hey, Max, come on, the bitch don't know what you're talkin' about," Jack said, his lips curling into a false friendly smile. "What my friend here wants to know, baby, is whether or not somebody's gotten to you. You know fucked you."

"Fucked?"

Pronouncing the word made Cindy shiver. She had never talked like that, had never had anyone speak to her in those foul terms. Her parents had been very strict, too strict at times, she felt. Never, never would she have considered having a boy do… that to her. Even the thought of letting him touch her there sent shivers of terror rushing through her.