Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“Everett?” The man to my right touches my shoulder, and I cower in the large bed. He sighs heavily, sitting in a chair close by my side. “Everett, my name is William, but you can call me Bill. Bill Marks. I’m here to help you, Eve. May I call you Eve?”
I blink rapidly, wondering why I can only see with my right eye and look to the man who wears a white doctor’s coat on my left.
“This is Doctor Gavin. He’s going to take care of you. Get you feeling better,” the man, Bill, informs me.
I say nothing. I’m not even sure I could talk if I wanted to. My body is heavy, and my mind is foggy. Where am I? Why is it so bright? And my chest…it hurts. Like a tugging pain with each breath I take.
“Is she blind in her left eye?” Bill asks the doctor at my silence.
“She had a hyphema. I drained it and am keeping it covered with an eye patch between administering drops.”
“What causes that?” Bill wonders.
“Blunt force trauma to the head or direct hit to the eye. I’m optimistic that she’ll regain her sight shortly.”
Something itches my face, and I go to lift my right hand to scratch it, but I can’t move. The lack of movement causes me to panic, and I yank on my arms.
“Whoa. It’s okay, Eve. You’re okay,” the man by the name of Bill rushes out, getting to his feet next to my bed.
My chest tightens as the panic rises, and I can’t breathe. A rapid beeping sound starts ringing in my ears.
“Do something,” Bill barks at the doctor.
Suddenly my body is freezing, and I shiver before it relaxes back into the bed. I hate drugs. “Nooo,” I manage to croak out through my cracked lips.
“Here you go. It’s fresh and warm.” Bill places a new blanket over me, and my heavy eye blinks. “I promise, Eve. It’s okay. We’re here to help you. The restraints are for your safety.”
Help me? Restrained for my safety? That’s what my father told me after I tried to commit suicide the first time. Did I try again? I can’t remember how I got here. Or where here is. Where is my father? Did he send these two guys to punish me?
My head lolls to the side before blackness takes me under, but I don’t get to enjoy it for long before the voices pull me back to the surface.
“Vaginal tearing was evident. There’s scarring, implying it’s happened more than once but also very recently. She’s extremely dehydrated and malnourished. The feeding tube and IV will help immensely. I will need to call in a plastic surgeon. I could fix her nose from the septum piercing, but with it being on her face, I’d like to get her the best.”
“I agree,” Bill says. “But I wasn’t aware that a piercing can alter a nose.”
“Not usually, but in extreme cases such as Eve’s, it can and has. I believe that the piercing was more of a punishment then an aesthetic preference,” the doctor goes on. “Her blood work has come back, and there were drugs in her system.”
“What kind of drugs?” Bill snaps.
“Sedatives and GHB along with GBL, methamphetamine, and mephedrone. Those are highly addictive. She also tested positive for poppers.”
“What the fuck are those?”
“It’s known as Liquid Gold Rush in Australia. A chemical that can enhance sexual desire and make orgasming more intense. My guess is that she was forced to inhale it. Within seconds, it sends a rush of blood to your head, causing your muscles to relax. For a man, it can kill an erection, so I’m assuming they use it on the dolls for training.”
“Christ.” Bill sighs. “What else did you find?”
“She also has a few bruised ribs. A collapsed lung. That’s why she needed the chest tube. Her MRI and X-rays show an old fracture to her right wrist—I’d say six months ago—that didn’t heal properly.”
“I’m guessing that was due to lack of treatment. What do you suggest?” Bill asks.
“Surgery. I go in, break the bone, and reset it.”
“And that will correct it?”
“Yes.”
“Any organs missing?” Bill wonders. “I know organs are worth a lot on the black market. I’m not a doctor, but I’m aware there’re several we can live without, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they were taking those too.”
“All I can find from my testing is that she’s had a hysterectomy,” Gavin responds.
“Interesting. I wonder why. She’s so young.”
“I’ll put in a call to my brother and see if he can find any information that we don’t already know,” Gavin states.
“What about STDs? I’m assuming her status prevents her from contracting them.”
“You’re correct.” He sighs. “But honestly…”
“What?” Bill growls impatiently.
“I can’t say for sure that she’s had intercourse with a man recently.”
He huffs, sounding frustrated. “Meaning?”