Page 30 of Violent Love: Viktor
He began explaining the procedure to Viktor—every step of the insertion, what to expect, what to do if I bled as if I weren’t there at all—just a body.
“Will it work immediately?” Viktor asked, casually.
“This model does. Pakhan wanted it for theKrolik—fast-acting and efficient.”
The cold speculum slid inside me, prying me open. I clenched my fists in the restraints.
I zoned out. Let my mind drift somewhere else. Anywhere else.
This was better than pregnancy. A Bratva baby would tie me here forever. At least the doctor wasn’t cruel—not physically. Not today.
“You and the Pakhan might be onto something,” the doctor said, stripping off his gloves.“The pet thing. I’d prefer something a little more… functional.”
Viktor chuckled.“You should indulge. Having a pet is very…rewarding.”
I shuddered. The doctor gave off the kind of energy that made your stomach twist—too quiet, too measured, too…off.
He disappeared into the corner, and I dared to exhale. But Viktor stepped between my legs.
“Mind if I shave her?” he asked, already reaching for me.
He pinched my clit between two fingers, hard enough to make me wince. I jolted in the restraints.
“Do what you like. Just clean up after yourself,” the doctor said from the shadows.
Viktor grinned. That same slow, deliberate smile I was learning to dread. He adjusted the chair until I tilted backward, my legs lifted and spread open. Exposed.
I couldn’t see him, but I heard water running and metal scraping. Then, a bowl of warm water and a razor appeared.
He shaved me with terrifying care, meticulous and slow, scraping every last hair from my pussy. Then my inner thighs.Then between my ass cheeks. I flinched, but the blade never cut. It didn’t matter. The shame was worse.
He had already fucked my ass and rubbed my pussy raw. But this?
This felt more intimate.
More violating.
More…claiming.
When he finally finished, he stepped away to clean up. I heard the water again—the clatter of metal.
And then, unexpectedly, the doctor returned. Closer than I realised.
He stared at me.
Not at my body. Through it.
Like I was a canvas for his next idea.
I was almost relieved when Viktor came back to unstrap me from the chair. The doctor blinked—once, twice—before a slow, chilling smile crept across his face. His icy blue eyes sparked as he looked at Viktor.
“Yes. A pet sounds ideal,” he murmured.
Viktor chuckled.“Good luck finding one.”
I shivered at the thought of some poor woman ending up with that ice-cold lunatic. I dared a glance his way again—only to find his expression had shifted, the smile gone, replaced by a thoughtful, unsettling quiet.
“Mmm,” he hummed, rubbing his chin before disappearing back into the shadows.
