Page 107 of Mind Maze

“Good news, nothing strange thus far,” he says with a smile. “Sit tight. The next part won’t take long, but it may be uncomfortable.”

He disappears and I hear a cap popping. Something can be heard squirting out. I shudder in realization as to what happens next.

“Okay,” he says, holding the slimy-looking fingers of his right hand up while he drags my gown up over my hips. “Close your eyes if you must. Clenching will only make it hurt. Relax.”

I yelp when cold, slick fingers, most likely two of them, press into my vagina. I’m still sore from my antics with Caius, so the intrusion hurts. I cry out in pain. He frowns as he presses on my lower belly with his other hand.

“There’s a lot of swelling,” he says, frowning at me. “Did something happen?”

“Fuck you,” I say again, choking on a sob.

His lips press into a firm line. After he’s had his fill of checking me, he pulls his fingers out. Then his finger presses against my asshole.

“No!”

My scream makes my ears hurt, but nothing compares to the burn of his finger stabbing deep inside a hole that was meant for exit only.

“I said relax,” he mutters. “It hurts less that way. Trust me, I’m not getting off on this. I’m a doctor, Romy.”

A sick, twisted abusive one.

I try to relax, but it’s impossible when someone is fingering every inch of your anus for grins and giggles. Finally, he pulls his finger out. I shudder as he removes his soiled glove. He pulls my gown back down to cover me.

“You’re here so we can make you better,” Seth explains. “Let us take care of you.”

I have nothing to say to him. All I can do is tremble in a mixture of fear and fury.

“I’m going to get that stuff cleaned up and then I’m going to take your vitals. After that, I’ll do some bloodwork.”

To my horror, he returns to view wearing new gloves and carrying a wet cloth. I close my eyes so I don’t have to watch him clean the lubricant off my vagina and asshole. It’s all very clinical, which makes it marginally more tolerable than if he were getting off on it.

Once I’m covered back up, he checks all my vitals, seemingly unconcerned with whatever he finds. I’m unable to do anything but curse him and seethe with rage.

“Stay still for this next part. Your veins are practically nonexistent. You really should drink more water.”

I want to punch him in his stupid face.

Despite wanting to ruin this for him, I also don’t want to mess him up in a way that has me bleeding to death. I watch, anxiously, as he collects several vials of blood.

“I’ll be right back with a snack and drink.”

He disappears out of the room and returns with an orange juice and applesauce. My throat is dry. I eagerly suck down the small juice box when offered to me. Then he feeds me applesauce like I’m a toddler. With the last bite, instead of swallowing, I spit it at his face.

“What the—” he says, raising his arm to wipe his face.

His elbow is close, so I lean forward and bite the flesh over his lab coat, hoping I draw a little blood of my own.

He cries out in surprise and jerks away from me so hard, I’m surprised he doesn’t take a few of my teeth with him. With an irritated scowl pointed my way, he rubs at the place I bit him.

No blood.

Pity.

He takes a few long draws of breath as if to calm himself. Then he sets to cleaning up the mess. He leaves the room again, and I hope it’s forever.

No such luck.

A minute later, he returns with a bag of saline solution. He pulls up a metal wand with a hook at the top where he hangs the bag of solution.

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