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If I knew where home was, that is.

“Thank you, Anya. Come on, little one.”

“Daddy, what are we doing here?” I whisper as we follow Anya down the dimly lit hall.

Just like he has every other time I’ve asked the question, Daddy just smiles. “You’ll see in a moment.”

I try to tell myself that it’s a spa, not a torture chamber, and whatever they have planned for me can’t possibly be worse than what Doctor D put me through. But I’m having a hard time convincing the butterflies in my tummy that everything is okay as we step into a sweet-smelling room and I spot the exam table sitting smack dab in the center of the hardwood floor. Maybe that’s not what it’s called, but it looks so much like the table from Doctor D’s office, panic immediately grips me by the throat.

“I don’t wanna be here, Daddy! Take me home!”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, sweet girl,” Auntie Cat tries to reassure me in the same soothing tone she’s used before. But now it soundstoosweet, like she’s trying too hard to make me believe something she knows isn’t true.

“I don’t care. I wanna go home.”

Picking me up, Auntie Cat cradles me in her arms as she settles on a plush couch. “Not just yet. This is something that will make your Daddy very happy. Don’t you want to make your Daddy happy?”

Of course I do. But I’m also scared of what might happen next. “Yes, Auntie Cat,” I say with a sniffle, hoping they’ll take pity on me if I’m sweet enough.

Fat chance.

“There’s a good girl. Now, you should potty before you get up on the table. Do you want to use your diaper?”

While the embarrassment of beingseenin the diaper may have faded somewhat, there is still absolutely no way I’m actually going to pee in it. “No, I wanna go to the potty.”

“Very well.” Auntie Cat is still smiling, but just like with Daddy, I can’t help but feel like I’m letting her down and my tummy twists at the thought of disappointing her. “Maxwell, do you want to take our girl to the bathroom and I’ll let Luna know we’re almost ready?”

“Thank you, Cat. Come on, little one.” Scooping me up from Auntie Cat’s lap, Daddy carries me through a door off to the side of the room, into a small bathroom where he strips my diaper off and places me on the toilet before I can even open my mouth to assure him I can do it myself.

Not that it would do any good, as I know from experience. But I still feel like I should at least say it.

The humiliation I’ve lived with pretty much nonstop since the moment I signed that stupid contract floods my face once more as I relieve myself with Daddy watching on. He cleansme up, but to my surprise does not replace my diaper before carrying me back into the room and placing me on the exam table.

A woman enters the room almost as soon as he sets me down. Everything about her is pale, so pale she’s almost ethereal. That other-wordly quality isn’t diminished in the least by her dreamy smile. “Victoria. How lovely to meet you, at last.”

“Why is everyone acting like I’m some hermit who’s been hiding away for the past ten years?” I grumble, crossing my arms and hunching in on myself.

My attitude earns me a sharp smack to my thigh and a glare from Daddy. “Victoria. Don’t be rude.”

“I’m not being rude, I just don’t understand why everyone keeps saying they’re ‘finally’ getting to meet me!”

Turning his back on Luna and Auntie Cat, Daddy places his hands on either side of me on the table, his thunderous expression making me shrink back. “Little girl, you are being very rude, and I will not allow it. You will lose this attitude right now, or I will bend you over this table and take my belt to your bottom until you are a very, very sorry Little girl. Am I making myself perfectly clear, Victoria?”

The fight drains from me with that threat and I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Much better.” Straightening, he turns back to Luna, who is watching us with the same dreamy expression, as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened. “Luna, you may proceed.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stone. If you wouldn’t mind putting her feet up in the stirrups for me, I’ll go get the cart. The wax has been heating all morning, so it should be ready.”

Once again, fear sends my heart pounding against my rib cage as Daddy grips one of my legs to strap it into the stirrups. Over the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears, one word stands out from all the rest.

“Wax?”

Chapter Fourteen

Tori

Not once in my entire life have I had anything waxed. Even in high school, when my best friend at the time tried to convince me Ineededmy eyebrows waxed more than I needed my next breath. I tried, I really did, but I chickened out at the last minute.

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