Chapter 47
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I thought I saw him.
But it wasn’t real. Nothing feels real anymore.
Hours pass before my mind clears even a little, and still I can’t shake the image of Emris—of him standing there, solid and breathing. The drugs blur everything, mushing my thoughts until I can’t tell what’s real and what’s not.
They told me he was dead, so if I saw him, there must be something wrong with me. That’s what they want me to believe.
My mind is turning on itself, replaying his face over and over again until it hurts. I slam my eye shut, willing it away, but it lingers. Too vivid to be a damn dream.
I’m not religious. I have never been, but I still beg. I beg for it to stop. For someone to help, for something to break through this fog.
But nothing answers.
No God. No voice. Fucking nothing.
My wrists ache from the restraints, and the more I move, the tighter they seem to get. Susie’s sitting in a chair next to my cot, her knee bouncing a mile a minute until she notices me.
“Finally. Now we can get this shit over with,” she sighs, getting up from her chair and leaving the room. My limbs feel weak. Weaker than they’ve ever been. If I tried to stand right now, I’d fall to the ground, no doubt about it.
A few minutes later, Susie and a man in a lab coat enter. He doesn’t look at my body like all the other men do. The nurse, I think.
“Let’s begin,” he says, pulling up the chair Susie was using. His hand grips my thighs, and I try my hardest to keep them closed as fear makes its way into my body.
“W-what the hell are you doing? Who are you?!” I try to raise my voice, but it feels like I swallowed sandpaper.
“I’m checking to see if you’re a virgin or not,” he says nonchalantly, before grabbing my thighs harder and trying to force them apart.
“This can be quick and easy or rough and painful. It’s up to you.
” When I don’t cooperate, he sighs. Rough straps wrap around my thighs, securing them open with the help from Susie and another guard.
“Fuck. You.”
He only shrugs before his fingers find my opening. “Done. Not a virgin.” He takes his gloves off, tossing them in a trash can.
I lay there shocked. What the fuck?
“How many partners have you had?”
I keep my mouth closed, and he doesn’t waste any more time. He removes the straps from my thighs, gets up, and leaves the room without another word.
“Insufferable little girl,” Susie huffs, rounding the cot and grabbing a key from her pocket. The cuffs on my wrists fall off, and they scream in relief, followed by the ones on my ankles.
“Up. Let’s go.”
I don’t know where I’m going, but I hope it’s back to my cell. I need darkness. I need the silence right now. When I try to stand, my legs give out. It takes me a few times to wake them up. I hate that I’m fucking naked, but I don’t think they’d give me anything even if I asked.
I follow Susie, and thankfully, my assumptions were correct. She opens the cell and then locks it behind me.
“See you on auction night.” She smiles, then disappears through the door.
I know I said before I’d never lie on that small mattress, but I’m past the point of caring.
What’s the point? It’s not like I’m going to make it out of here alive.
I’d rather kill myself than be sold. Emris is gone, and Killian and Archer aren’t coming for me because let’s face it, they don’t even really know me.