The only thing I want information about is her health. That’s it. She will open up eventually and tell me about herself. The good doctor never asked questions or looked at me like I was a nutcase. He inserted the trackers and the birth control implant, then drew her blood as instructed.
He looked at me with a slight smile on his chubby, round face as he put the vials into a tray and carefully placed it into his bag.
“I assume you would like the results ASAP?”
He asked, raising a brow.
I smiled. “Yes, preferably by tonight."
The doctor nodded.
"I will drop them off at the lab when I leave here, sir.”
I traced my index finger over the Band-Aid on Kits' arm, feeling the small trauma lump beneath where the doc inserted the device. It will be gone by tomorrow, and she’ll be fine. I did the same on her neck but insisted on no Band-Aid.
This location was a secret. She didn’t need to know about it. There wasn't a lump where he inserted the birth control into her other arm. I turned to the doctor.
“I also need you to look at her feet. They are a mess. I need ointment for them and an antibiotic.”
The doctor walked over to the bottom of the bed, waiting for me to lift the blankets. He knew better than to touch her without my permission. I am a very possessive man, and everyone knows it. I am sure he had some idea of the situation with the girl, but he would never question me.
I pay him very well to be at my beck and call twenty-four hours a day. Since she is mine, no one would dare lay a hand on her unless I allowed it.
Even though he is a medical professional and has probably seen many naked women, this one was not for his viewing pleasure. He would see her with no clothes on only while I was present. I lifted the blankets, exposing the bandages. He unraveledthe gauze, closely examining the cuts and abrasions crisscrossing her heels.
“These are some nasty injuries. I’ll give you a script for penicillin and some Neosporin to apply twice daily. She needs to stay off her feet for at least two to three days so they can heal. She can walk to the bathroom, but can’t go jogging or go to the mall and browse all day. Very minimal pressure on those heels.”
I nodded. “Okay, thanks, Doc.”
“Keep an eye on how they look and heal, Atlas; she may be able to stand on them sooner. Use your own judgment. You can leave the dressing off at night and while she sits. The cuts will heal a lot faster that way.”
I looked at the doctor while I absentmindedly ran my fingers over the bottom of her tiny feet.
“How effective is the birth control implant?"
He glanced at me as he zipped up his medical bag.
"Well, it is like anything else. It has some risks, but it is usually ninety-nine percent effective. Some women do become pregnant while on birth control, but the odds of that happening are extremely low. You need to wait seven days before you have intercourse to give it time to get into her system."
Seven days! My dick will fall off before then.
I rubbed my chin while still lightly caressing my pet's feet.
"I am going to have her tubescutand tied when we get to the island. I don't want even a one percent risk of getting her pregnant, so be prepared for that as soon as we arrive."
"As you wish, Atlas. I believe I am all set here."
“Okay, Doc, thanks a lot. Get those test results back to me by the end of the day.”
He nodded his head and smiled. “I will, sir."
I slapped him on the back and sent him on his way. I glanced at Kit. The medicine should start wearing off soon, so there is no time to waste. I needed to get her restrained before she woke up. I didn’t want to hit her with the syringe again to keep her calm.
I'll feel better about fucking her once her tubes are tied. I don't trust birth control. I had thought about a hysterectomy instead of the tubal ligation, but I didn’t want her on hormone pills to stop her from going through the change.
That would be too much.
The tubal ligation would work just fine. I walked to the closet, removed the cuffs, and brought them to the bed. I slapped them on her wrists and ankles, then fastened them to the divots I had drilled into the bedposts.
