Chapter 14 Everett
FOURTEEN
EVERETT
My legs are still fucking shaking, and my thong is soaked.
Fuck.
I got off with nothing more than his fingers and tongue. Most men can’t even do that with their dicks.
I wobble in my heels up the stone steps and into the house. The large open space is quiet. My heels clap on the floor as I make my way down the hallway to the study.
Opening the double doors, I enter to see my dad and his new protégé already present. I hold in a sigh when a set of green eyes meet mine.
“Eve.” My dad stands and greets me with a kiss on each cheek.
He’s the kind of father every child deserves. I might not have his DNA, but this man saved me.
Twenty years old
I must be dead. It’s the only reason I feel warm and wrapped in something soft. Maybe it’s a hallucination. Either way, it’s heaven compared to the hell I’ve lived in.
“Everett?” a man’s voice calls out to me. “Everett? Can you hear me?”
My right eye is forced open, and a bright light shines into it—back and forth. I look ahead while it blinds what little sight I have.
“Everett?” The man to my right touches my shoulder, and I cower in the large bed. He sighs heavily, sitting in a chair close by my side. “Everett, my name is William, but you can call me Bill. Bill Marks. I’m here to help you, Eve. May I call you Eve?”
I blink rapidly, wondering why I can only see with my right eye and look to the man who wears a white doctor’s coat on my left.
“This is Doctor Gavin. He’s going to take care of you. Get you feeling better,” the man, Bill, informs me.
I say nothing. I’m not even sure I could talk if I wanted to. My body is heavy, and my mind is foggy. Where am I? Why is it so bright? And my chest…it hurts. Like a tugging pain with each breath I take.
“Is she blind in her left eye?” Bill asks the doctor at my silence.
“She had a hyphema. I drained it and am keeping it covered with an eye patch between administering drops.”
“What causes that?” Bill wonders.
“Blunt force trauma to the head or direct hit to the eye. I’m optimistic that she’ll regain her sight shortly.”
Something itches my face, and I go to lift my right hand to scratch it, but I can’t move. The lack of movement causes me to panic, and I yank on my arms.
“Whoa. It’s okay, Eve. You’re okay,” the man by the name of Bill rushes out, getting to his feet next to my bed.
My chest tightens as the panic rises, and I can’t breathe. A rapid beeping sound starts ringing in my ears.
“Do something,” Bill barks at the doctor.
Suddenly my body is freezing, and I shiver before it relaxes back into the bed. I hate drugs. “Nooo,” I manage to croak out through my cracked lips.
“Here you go. It’s fresh and warm.” Bill places a new blanket over me, and my heavy eye blinks. “I promise, Eve. It’s okay. We’re here to help you. The restraints are for your safety.”
Help me? Restrained for my safety? That’s what my father told me after I tried to commit suicide the first time. Did I try again? I can’t remember how I got here. Or where here is. Where is my father? Did he send these two guys to punish me?
My head lolls to the side before blackness takes me under, but I don’t get to enjoy it for long before the voices pull me back to the surface.
“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 he played with 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.
The Lord frowns, noticing. “What’s wrong with you?” His green eyes look me up and down, reading my body language.
I sit in a chair and cross my legs. This dress is shorter than I thought, and I take a quick look to make sure the bruises and bite marks Kash gave me aren’t noticeable. “Nothing.”
“Well, I’m about to fuck your mood up.” He makes it sound like it’s a challenge.
“You can try.” I take the glass of whiskey that Bill is holding out to me and take a sip. Don’t throw it up.
“The police ran your prints. They’re going to question you.”
I frown. They already did, but I ask. “Why?”
Bill shakes his head. “She’s not in the system.”
Right. Because I’m a no one. Never have been and never will be.
“They find it suspicious that you found the woman in the cemetery.” His green eyes meet mine. “You should have burned her body and buried her ashes.”
Yep. One sentence was all it took to fuck up my already bad mood.
I slam the drink down on Bill’s desk, making him flinch.
“She had a family.” I don’t know if she was a mother, a sister, or wife, but she was someone’s daughter.
“She deserved something…more.” That’s the problem with the Lords.
Nothing is sacred. A living soul is nothing more than an inconvenience.
Something to be thrown away and never thought of again. They don’t value life.
He gives a dark chuckle. “Now that family is seeking justice.”
“Good.” I give him a smile.
His eyes narrow on mine. “They think you did it.”
I snort. “They can think whatever they want. I didn’t kill that poor woman.” And why the hell would the killer call the police? That doesn’t make any sense.
He buries his head in his hands. I wonder when the last time he slept was. He looks tired. Adam and I go way back. It’s not a love-hate friendship, just a mutual hatred for one another. He’s like the big brother I never wanted.
“You don’t understand. The public is ramming these bodies down the authorities’ throats.
It’s all over the fucking news, just like it was years ago.
Random people are picking it up on social media just to get views, and it’s working.
The authorities will pin it on someone to get the families off their backs. ”
“So you’re saying I’m going to be the fall guy?” I shake my head. “Even the police can’t twist a story that much.”