Page 12 of Loki
Pure fear shot through my body like a rocket, as I braced myself for what would happen next. The younger girl’s eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights when she glanced at me, and I couldn’t shake the helpless feeling knowing that I couldn’t stop what was coming.
We needed to do as they said until we could make a run for it. But that time wasn’t now. I hadn’t been able to find a way out yet. Every time I left the cage I was pushed towards an open room never in the opposite direction. So, I had no idea where to go. Maybe sometime soon I’d get to see more of the house.
I gave her a quick nod, and her eyes widened in disbelief. To encourage her, I removed my own soiled nightgown, assuring her that she wasn’t alone. And this was something we couldn’t fight.
We were all dressed in the same mid-calf satin white night gowns, with spaghetti straps. We weren’t allowed any underwear or any type of personal items. Even the girls who were on their periods weren’t given sanitary pads or tampons, just forced to wear the same bloody clothes until someone thought they needed to change. It was absolutely disgusting.
Once we all stood naked lined against a green-tiled wall that matched the floors, we were tossed a small piece of cloth and a bar of soap.
“You have five minutes to get clean!” a man barked, his voice echoing through the room as the other men watched us like prey, their hungry eyes locked onto our naked bodies.
It didn’t matter that some of us were covered in dirt, blood, cum, all they saw were women they could do anything to, and they fucking loved it.
As cold water sprayed from the ceiling, I gasped and couldn’t help but shiver. The relief of washing away the dirt and muck from my skin and hair was well-worth having to do it in freezing cold water.
With the limited time given to us, I did my best to scrub away the dirt and grime, unsure when we would have another chance to shower. I got rid of the lather from my hair and body as quickly as I could. And in a matter of seconds, the water turned off. It didn’t matter if anyone still had soap on their bodies or in their hair. Our moment of solace was snatched away.
“Dry off, drop the towels on the floor, then go stand by the mirror,” the man ordered.
He was different from the other men. His eyes didn’t linger on our naked bodies. He seemed angry more than anything, like he couldn’t believe he was forced to be in here with us. With a clenched jaw, his pale complexion turned a shade of crimson, and his flared nostrils hinted at his growing anger.
Two men with towels in their hands tossed each of us one and I dried off as quick as I could. But there was no way I was going to be able to dry my hair. It was already a tangled mess. Now it was a clean wet, tangled mess.
Although I wanted to shield my body from every man gawking at me, I dropped the towel on the floor as ordered, then walked to the wall lined with mirrors along with the other women. The young woman, whose name I still didn’t know because she refused to speak, stayed near me at all times.
Once all of us were dry and lined up against the wall, a man in a white doctor’s coat rolled in a cart carrying vials and needles.
My muscles tightened.
I hated needles.
One of the men who had been leaning against the wall came to us holding a clipboard. He skipped the first and second girls but called on the next three girls to step forward. He moved past the next two girls until he got to the young girl and me.
The girl grabbed my hand when he motioned for us to step forward. He moved past us, and my focus shifted to the doctor as he inserted the needle in each girl’s arm who was made to step forward. When he reached us, he grabbed my arm and prepped it for the needle.
“What is this?” I asked.
Even though none of the other girls asked, I couldn’t keep quiet. There was no telling what they were injecting into us. I’d seen some of these women walking around like zombies. I didn’t want to end up like that even though it was unlikely I could stop it.
His eyes flicked to me, then to the man who ordered us to shower. He gave a curt nod to the doctor.
I guess he’s in charge.
“This is to keep you from getting pregnant.”
I made an effort to free my arm, but he only tightened his hold on my wrist. “I’m already on the shot,” I lied. “I don’t need this.”
I didn’t believe that it was birth control they were trying to give me. It could be anything.
The doctor let out a sigh. “According to your latest medical record, Dominique Giselle Honoré, your birth control shot lapsed last month,” he said giving me a pointed look.
How in the hell did they get their hands on my medical records?
“We all have a purpose while here, Ms. Honoré, even if we don’t want to be here. I don’t want them to hurt youorme. Now please be still.”
My eyes welled with tears, and I gave in. I didn’t need his suffering added to the list of pain I’d already caused trying to fight the inevitable. I let out a deep sigh as he pierced my skin with the needle.
He gave me a small smile as he moved to the young girl, then the next woman. After he finished, he wheeled the cart out of the room without a second glance at us.
