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It was at that moment when she heard a knocking on the outer door of her room and Davrik’s deep voice called,

“Sonya? Baby girl, I’m coming in.”

Sonya felt panic spike inside her.

Had it already been two hours? How long had the encounter with the Trollox taken? And how long had she spent, slumped over the toilet bowl crying and puking?

Apparently long enough that she was now out of time.

Getting painfully to her feet, she hobbled to the bathroom door—the damn spreader was still stuck up inside her—and locked the door firmly. Just as she did, she heard the outer door open.

“Sonya?” Davrik called. “Are you in here? Are you all right?”

“I…I’m fine!” Sonya called back, trying to make her voice sound normal—bright and cheerful, even. “Just freshening up. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“All right, baby girl. I’ll be waiting.”

His voice was muffled through the door so Sonya couldn’t tell if she’d fooled him or not. What she did know was that she was running out of time to make herself look presentable.

She still had some hope that the big Kindred might make an offer for her and buy her before Grox could convince Oozle to let him impregnate her with his spawn—but there was no way the big Kindred was going to want used goods. She had to hide the signs of what the Trollox had done to her—and quickly!

Hobbling to the shower, she turned on the water as hot as it would go. Then she stepped under the steaming spray and grabbed blindly for the scrub brush—the one with bristles so harsh she had never used it before. But she felt the need to use it now.

She scrubbed ruthlessly at all the places the disgusting black ooze had hit her, including her face and breasts and belly. To her horror, she found that some of it had even leaked into the slit of her pussy. She scrubbed the area ruthlessly until her skin was raw and stinging. Then she turned her attention to getting the metal spreader out of herself.

For some reason, it was even harder to get the damn thing out than it had been to put it in! Sonya tried gripping it by the base, but the metal was slick with the water pouring down on her from the showerhead and she couldn’t get it out.

At last, she had to turn off the water and use a towel to grab the base. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Sonya?” Davrik’s deep voice asked. “Are you all right? You’ve been in there at least an hour.”

Had it been that long? What was wrong with her? Time seemed to be telescoping somehow—moving in and out in a strange way. Sonya felt another spike of panic—the damn spreader was still inside her! Was it coated in some kind of glue or what? She had to get it out!

“Just a minute!” she called, trying to make her voice cheerful and unconcerned. “I think maybe something I ate for dinner disagreed with me, but I promise I’ll be out soon.”

Of course, it wasn’t optimal to hint to her client that she was having stomach trouble, but it was a hell of a lot better than letting him see her like this! Gritting her teeth, she gripped the spreader by the base and yanked with all her might.

Pulling the damn thing out was incredibly painful—it felt like she was pulling out her guts with it! Sonya winced and panted in agony as she tugged the metal dildo out one slow, agonizing inch at a time.

Please! she prayed as she twisted and tugged. Oh, please let me get it out! Don’t let Davrik see me like this! Don’t let him know what that horrible Trollox did to me! Please, please, please!

She didn’t know if anyone had heard her prayer, but finally the enormous metal dildo came loose and fell to the floor with a loud thunk!

Immensely glad to be rid of it, Sonya wrapped it up in a towel and pushed it as far down into the trash disposal unit as she could. Then she hopped back in the shower for a moment and rinsed between her legs. The water that ran down the drain was pink and bloody but the situation could have been worse.

Yes, she was raw inside, but at least she’d managed to get the damn thing out—something she was now almost certain the Trollox had intended to be impossible. There must have been some kind of chemical on the spreader that made it stick inside her so tenaciously. Whatever happened, she never intended to put anything like that inside herself again!

But how can you help it if Grox buys you? whispered a worried little voice in her head. If he tells you to put another spreader inside yourself, how can you refuse if he owns you?

Sonya didn’t have an answer for that particular question.

I won’t think about that right now, she told herself desperately. I just have to go out there and please Davrik—I have to convince him to buy me before the sale with Grox is final.

If it wasn’t final already. But again, Sonya couldn’t let herself think about that.

Pasting a smile on her face, she wrapped a long white bathrobe around her body and stepped out into the bedroom. Whatever happened, she must not let Davrik know what the Trollox had done to her. The big Kindred wouldn’t want her if he knew about the disgusting scenario that had taken place and he was her only chance of getting out of here.

THIRTY-TWO

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