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The nurse waited silently as I wrestled with the decision. My mind raced, weighing the risks against the potential rewards. Was I overreacting? Maybe this was just an unorthodox exam. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation.

Or maybe I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life.

I took a deep, shuddering breath. “Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll stay.”

CHAPTER 2

Alice

The nurse nodded, her expression unreadable. “Lie back,” she instructed again, her tone severe.

With trembling limbs, I lowered myself onto the crinkly paper. The cold metal of the exam table sent goosebumps racing across my skin. I stared up at the harsh fluorescent lights, trying to steady my breathing as the nurse moved to the side of the table.

“Arms at your sides,” she said crisply.

I complied, my heart thundering in my chest as she grasped my wrist. The Velcro made a harsh ripping sound as she secured the restraint, cinching it snugly. She repeated the process on my other wrist, then moved to the foot of the table.

“Feet in the stirrups,” she directed.

Hesitantly, I lifted my legs, face burning as I placed my feet in the cold metal stirrups. The position left me feeling horriblyexposed. The nurse efficiently strapped my ankles into place, leaving me spread open and utterly helpless.

“There now,” she said, her tone almost soothing. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I couldn’t bring myself to respond, mortification stealing my voice. The nurse wheeled over a small cart laden with various instruments. My eyes widened as I caught sight of things that looked decidedly more invasive than standard medical equipment.

“Let’s start with your vitals,” the nurse said, selecting a blood pressure cuff.

I tried to focus on my breathing as the nurse wrapped the cuff around my arm and inflated it. The pressure was uncomfortable, but it was nothing compared to the anxiety coursing through me. What kind of examination was this?

“Blood pressure’s a bit high,” the nurse commented. “Not surprising, given the circumstances.”

She made a note on her clipboard, then picked up a stethoscope. The cold metal made me flinch as she pressed it to my chest.

“Deep breaths,” she instructed.

I complied, desperately trying to calm my racing heart. The nurse listened intently, moving the stethoscope to various points on my chest and back.

“Heart rate elevated, but steady,” she murmured, jotting down more notes.

Next came a thermometer in my ear, followed by a penlight shined in my eyes. The nurse’s movements were efficient andclinical, but there was an underlying tension in the air that made my skin prickle.

I heard a knock, and then the door opened. I couldn’t suppress a little cry as a middle-aged doctor, dressed in blue scrubs, entered the exam room.

“Ready for me, Theresa?” he asked the nurse.

“This is Alice, Dr. Smith,” she replied. “I just took her vitals.” I saw a little smile on her face. I took it for admiration, but I also noticed something that brought a hard crease to my forehead: deference, yielding—a kind of antiquated feminine submissiveness, even. “She’s ready for you.”

I swallowed hard.No. No… I’m definitelynotready.My whole body had gone hot and then cold as the doctor glanced up and down my naked, spread, restrained form. His eyes roamed over my exposed body. His gaze, to my distress, seemed not quite completely clinical. I felt utterly violated, but I noticed a different feeling, too: an unwelcome flutter low in my belly.

“Excellent,” he said, moving to stand between my spread legs. “Let’s begin the examination.”

My heart raced as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. What kind of exam was this? I tugged futilely at the restraints, panic rising in my chest.

“Now, now,” Dr. Smith chided, his tone patronizing. “There’s no need for that. Just relax and this will go much more smoothly.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears of humiliation as his gloved hands touched my inner thighs. His fingers probed and prodded, moving higher until they reached my most intimate areas. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could disappear.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Just breathe.”

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