I’m sobbing, my body trembling, and I yank on my arms, but she tied them down above my head. I arch my neck to see rope wrapped around my wrists that she’s connected to something under the table, making it impossible to even lift them.
The door opens and the female doctor that usually sedates me enters. I hate that she puts me out, but right now I’m praying for it.
“Will this work?” my father asks her.
“Blood work would be more efficient, but…” She nods, trailing off. “Yeah.”
“Please….” I beg my father, licking my wet lips. “Don’t do this.” I don’t even know whatthisis, but I’m terrified. My heart is pounding, and my pulse is racing. I’m sweating and having a hard time catching my breath. “I’ll…do it. I’ll pee on it.”
“It’s too late for that,” Laura says, gripping my leg tighter, making me cry out. I know this was her idea.
The doctor walks over to the table and leans over my waist, placing her hand between my legs. Her fingers are rough as she wipes something cold all over my vagina, cleaning me.
“I’ll do it,” I rush out. Whatever they want me to do, I’ll do. “Please…let me do it.”
They ignore me. The doctor picks up a little tube off her tray, and my father stops her when she pops the lid. “What is that?” he barks.
“Lubrication.”
“Do it without,” he commands.
She doesn’t even question him, just drops it, then picks up a skinny yellowish tube and leans over me. Her hands are back between my shaking legs, and her fingers are rough as they enter my pussy.
I scream again as loud as I can, hoping someone hears me, but I know it’s useless. No one is coming to save me.
“Relax,” she tells me. “Tensing will just make it more painful.”
“Please.” I arch my back off the table, blinking through the tears. “Stop…just stop…”
“Hold her still,” the doctor orders.
“I am,” Laura growls, yanking on my leg while my father presses the other into the table.
As if I’m lit on fire, heat rushes over my body, and the pain takes my breath away for a second.
“It’s in,” the doctor calls out proudly and places something on my inner thigh. “This will hold it in place.”
They release both of my legs, and I close them and turn to my side, shaking uncontrollably. I’m going to throw up. I feel dizzy, and the blurry room tilts. “It…burns,” I manage through a sob.
They ignore me.
I’m quietly sobbing on my side with my arms still above my head. “Please…take it out.” Whatever is inside me hurts. I try to rub my sweaty thighs together to remove it, but it doesn’t do any good.
“It’s working,” Laura chirps excitedly. She picks up the end of the tube and holds it out to my father.
He rips open the package he tried to give me in my bedroom and holds it below the end of the tube. And my pee drips onto it.
“Get as much as you can,” the doctor tells them.
The room is silent other than my cries. After what feels like forever, someone speaks over me.
“Now we wait.” Laura drops the end of the tube to fall off the side of the table.
“Remove it,” my father demands.
“Hold her legs,” the doctor instructs them.
Laura places the stick on the counter, and they each grab a shaking leg. I whimper when her nails once again dig into my skin, and they spread my legs wide open again.
