“Vaginal tearing was evident. There’s scarring, implying it’s happened more than once but also very recently. She’s extremely dehydrated and malnourished. The feeding tube and IV will help immensely. I will need to call in a plastic surgeon. I could fix her nose from the septum piercing, but with it being on her face, I’d like to get her the best.”
“I agree,” Bill says. “But I wasn’t aware that a piercing can alter a nose.”
“Not usually, but in extreme cases such as Eve’s, it can and has. I believe that the piercing was more of a punishment then an aesthetic preference,” the doctor goes on. “Her blood work has come back, and there were drugs in her system.”
“What kind of drugs?” Bill snaps.
“Sedatives and GHB along with GBL, methamphetamine, and mephedrone. Those are highly addictive. She also tested positive for poppers.”
“What the fuck are those?”
“It’s known as Liquid Gold Rush in Australia. A chemical that can enhance sexual desire and make orgasming more intense. My guess is that she was forced to inhale it. Within seconds, it sends a rush of blood to your head, causing your muscles to relax. For a man, it can kill an erection, so I’m assuming they use it on the dolls for training.”
“Christ.” Bill sighs. “What else did you find?”
“She also has a few bruised ribs. A collapsed lung. That’s why she needed the chest tube. Her MRI and X-rays show an old fracture to her right wrist—I’d say six months ago—that didn’t heal properly.”
“I’m guessing that was due to lack of treatment. What do you suggest?” Bill asks.
“Surgery. I go in, break the bone, and reset it.”
“And that will correct it?”
“Yes.”
“Any organs missing?” Bill wonders. “I know organs are worth a lot on the black market. I’m not a doctor, but I’m aware there’re several we can live without, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they were taking those too.”
“All I can find from my testing is that she’s had a hysterectomy,” Gavin responds.
“Interesting. I wonder why. She’s so young.”
“I’ll put in a call to my brother and see if he can find any information that we don’t already know,” Gavin states.
“What about STDs? I’m assuming her status prevents her from contracting them.”
“You’re correct.” He sighs. “But honestly…”
“What?” Bill growls impatiently.
“I can’t say for sure that she’s had intercourse with a man recently.”
He huffs, sounding frustrated. “Meaning?”
“By the sizes of tears and trauma, both vaginally and anally, I’d say there were…instruments used. She hadn’t been sold to anyone yet. So I’m assuming they trained her in other ways…”
They’re silent for a long moment, or maybe I black out again, but then I hear Bill say, “Do the surgery on her wrist. Today. Whatever she needs, make sure she gets it. I want her back on her feet and feeling good ASAP.”
Gavin clears his throat. “There’s more than just the surgery to correct some broken bones and much-needed time for recovery.”
“Meaning?”
“Medication. Therapy. The poor girl has been severely abused. Sexually and mentally. Her body and brain have been manipulated…altered. She may never be more than a shell of herself again. She’s also most likely been kept drugged around the clock. It’s amazing she’s not dead from an overdose due to her size and the amount that was in her system. Even if she wakes up and wants to fight to survive, there is still a long road to recovery. There can still be complications from withdrawals. Suicidal tendencies. She’s already tried twice?—”
“I’ll get her the best therapist there is. Do your job and make her feel better physically. Then we’ll get her the help she needs mentally.”
“Glad you could finally join us,” the other Lord states, taking a drink of his scotch, pulling me out of that memory.
My usual fuck-you attitude is actually gone right now, replaced with doubt and shame for letting Kashton get me off. Again. I should have made him drug me. At least then I would have woken up naked and hog-tied. And when heplayedwith me, I wouldn’t have had a say. That’s what my body is used to. Being used. To give it up willingly makes me ashamed of myself.
