Reassessment

Ryan's POV...

I laid there quietly, feeling her naked body curled over my own. I could feel her mix of comfort and anxiety in her breathing and expression. I wasn't angry, I knew that much. Tom had taken advantage of her condition, she hadn't faced someone so misogynistic before. I felt incredible guilt, she shouldn't of had to.

"Megan..."

"I know, I should have been stronger. I could've fought it but-"

"I'm sorry."

Megan paused and looked into my eyes, studying them, "What?"

I sighed and rubbed her soft back, "I chose the team for us. I brought him in. He was always an ass especially with women but when it mattered he always put other people first. I thought of it as a small risk but thought with how serious this all is..."

Megan pressed her lips against mine, silencing me, "It's different for us. We've seen what this person can do. How it can change someone. To Tom it just makes girls hot and horny. You couldn't have seen things in his perspective while stressed and focused on so many other things."

I was skeptical of her words. I still felt guilt. "I regret even bothering with him. I will tell him to get lost."

The blonde on my chest shook her heard, her hair dancing on my body, "Trust me, I'd love you to. But he's dangerous as it is in the group, imagine how much more he'd be a danger if he had a vendetta against the group?"

I stopped and listened, this was the clever Megan talking again.

"Our biggest advantage is our anonymity. Our secrecy. They can't be targets if that person out there doesn't even know the group exists! The moment word gets out on what we are planning. That you and I are reasonably okay? We'd be sitting ducks, one after the other changed like we saw last time." Megan traced her finger along my chest frowning, "I don't know him well, but I feel if long dick feels betrayed or outcast that he would give us what he thought we deserved. He would get ****."

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow as she realized what she said and blushed, "Shit! I'm sorry! It's his stupid feelings! He is so certain in how he feels about me, it is infectious. I still feel like a cock slut, I struggle to think of guys for more than their...you know."

I looked into her eyes as she appraised mine, "But you said my name. And you seem calm."

Megan looked away and choked on air for a few moments, "Oh! Yeah! Weird. I dunno, like I'm not saying your dick isn't worth me acting like that for...I mean it's way better than any of...I...ugh!" Megan buried her face in my chest and shook her head, "Why do you ask such tough questions!"

I smiled, "I didn't ask a question."

"Shut up!" Megan giggled. Face still buried. "Maybe even if I was a cock slut I would still think of you as you. That make sense? I don't know. You just...mean a lot."

Shit. That was intense. I saw how much he had debased her. How much he had her mind twisted on being an easy slut. For her to snap out of it when she saw me. For her to be able to remove herself from that around me. I was more than just however she felt about me then, I was her chance at normalcy.

I knew the blonde beauty was no use buried inside her hair against my chest and tried to steer the conversation again, "So then what do we do about him."

"Keep us apart." Megan whined, "I can't explain it. He oozes that...viewpoint...that series of facts in his mind. Even standing around him I'm reduced to his fantasy. It's so powerful and pungent!"

I nodded and rubbed the back of her head softly, "Ground rules then. Keep him busy with the others. Keep you here."

Megan looked up from her hiding place anxious, "What!?"

I frowned, "He is an asshole but he is right. The amount of guys out there that will see you and how you are compelled to dress...it will be like dozens of him around you at times. I have faith in you, I know you are one of the strongest people I know...but even you can't face that."

Tears welled in her eyes, "I can! Please! I can! I am strong enough! I can be strong enough!"

I was confused. What was with how she was acting suddenly. Was she really that miserable stuck in here? "I just think you're too important to lose. And you have the most value staying in the base than anyone else. If someone needed to be here watching from a distance and directing us, it'd be you."

Megan pouted. She honestly seemed angry with me. Sighing she climbed out of the bed and stormed out of the room naked. I heard a loud slap. "Fuck off, perv!" I then heard crashing and walked to peek out the door.

Tom had fallen into a shelf with a red mark on his face. In the distance Megan's left ass was glowing red as she sauntered away. He hadn't noticed me and grunted, "Fucking bitch." He walked off.

This group hadn't even done anything yet and I was already terrified that we were doomed.