Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“No. I’ll do it.” I force my voice to remain calm and start taking my clothes off. I shove Ivan’s sweatpant and boxers down my legs. The cold chill of the air hits my skin, and makes me feel nauseous. I pull the shirt off next trying my best to ignore Luca being in the room all together.
“Get on the table.” I can hear the excitement in his voice and it’s making me sick beyond disbelief. I walk slowly over to the chair and sit in it with my legs closed.
“Legs up,” he orders and I put them up one at a time, his eyes move straight to between my legs as soon as they are up in the crutch and I’m completely exposed to him. I close my eyes for a moment fighting back tears. I’ve never felt so dirty in my life. I feel like I could bathe in bleach after this and still not be clean.
He closes the restrains around my ankles first, slowly making his way upward. Every time his fingers make contact with my skin I cringe as if his touch is tainting me.
“The things I could do to you…” I try to think of Ivan, of my sister, of what the sun feels like against my skin. Anything but this sick fuck in front of me. My wrists are restrained next and my pulse pounds loudly in my ears.
“I was kind of hoping you would fight me, but I guess this is nice too.” He moves right between my legs and touches my inner thigh, slowly dragging his finger closer to my center. I swallow back a scream when is only a few inches away from the part that only Ivan every touched when the door swings open and we both look up.
A gray haired man with glasses walks in carrying a medical bag. “Number 4 in examining room two is ready to go. She isn’t a virgin.” His voice is flat like he couldn’t care less about what’s going to happen to any of us.
Luca sighs loudly, almost as if he's annoyed “Maybe next time sugar.”
I watch him walk out the door and into the hall before my eyes move to the man who claims to be a doctor. I just can’t bring myself to see him as such. Doctors are supposed to help people, heal them and make them feel better. This man is doing none of those things. He pulls on a pair of latex gloves not even looking at me.
“Do you know what they do to the girls after you examine them?”
He pulls a blood pressure cuff out of his bag and wraps it around my arm ignoring me completely.
“How can you call yourself a doctor when you do this to women?” I'm angry, livid. He doesn't care, how can he not care?
He takes my blood pressure before checking my pulse, keeping his face completely void of any kind of emotion. His brown eyes are cold, and lifeless, as he looks over my body.
His fingers move to the side of my neck, feeling for my lymph nodes before moving down to push on my abdomen.
I watch him scribble something down on a piece of paper before he pulls out a flashlight. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to shut off my brain and be somewhere else at least mentally as he uses the flashlight to examine my vagina. When I feel him probe my entrance with his finger I try and close my legs, the restraints on my ankles bite into my flesh.
He doesnt go in far and it doesn't hurt but it’s anything but comfortable. I feel violated by this man who calls himself a doctor.
Once done he cleans my arm with some sterile wipes. His movements are slow, but accurate. He doesn't hesitate, or miss a beat which isn't surprising since I’m sure he does this all the time. The strong smell of disinfectant tickles my nostrils and my stomach starts doing somersaults when I feel the prick of a needle enter my arm. I look down and watch the vile fill with my blood.
“What are you going to do with that?” I gesture toward the vile.
“Don't worry about what I'm doing. I'm the least of your worries here. Shut up and stop asking questions.” He takes the vile from my arm and removes the needle before packing up everything and walking out of the room.
As if Luca was waiting outside the door, he walks in seconds after the doctor walks out. He undoes the restraints, not even looking at me before he jerks me off the table by my arm.
I barely get a chance to grab my clothing from the floor before he's pulling me down the hall and back towards my cell. He pushes me inside and slams the door shut behind me. When I hear the lock click I exhale a breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding in and just stand there for a moment thankful that this is over.