Page 55 of His Talisman

My eyeroll and sigh brought another tsk from the doctor. “She might be. We’ll fuck that out of you, Charity, but hopefully not too soon. I like a bit of innocence.”

“Me too.” Cassius tugged at my hair. “But come on, at least say my dick is huge and made you scream when I reached your tonsils?”

“Give me a break,” I whisper-protested. “I’ve never had two men do…all that, at once.”

“We should get that in writing, Cassius. What was your question, girl?”

“My question is, what if I get pregnant?” I was serious. What if I did and had a baby here and then everything would unravel into an unknown.

“You can’t. When you were being transferred you were implanted withImplanon. You’ve had no period, right?”

They did what? I nodded.

“That’s why. You can’t get pregnant.”

“Fuck.” I blinked, staring at the ground. They’d done that, and I’d not noticed. Now I recalled the long bump on my arm, and I felt for it, found it. Yes, it existed. I’d thought it scarring from the assault.

“Does that worry you?”

“Is that your therapist voice, doctor? Or your sadist one?”

He lightly shook his head. “Neither. I’m worried something about that bothers you.”

I stared back at this man who’d just finished forcing orgasms on me. “Thank you. I’ll have to think about it some more, but you were the one who injected it in my arm?”

“I did. For practical reasons. Not sadistic ones, since you were asleep.”

“I see.” I wriggled deeper into Cassius’s arms and hoped I’d not given the doctor new ideas.

“Sit here and catch your breath.” He indicated the both of us and Cassius grunted in agreement. “I’ll have a quick swim and a shower—the shower’s on the left side of the hut. We’ll return to the house once you’re ready.”

I ran through what we had said and was in a brain fog for several minutes, thinking. I had become used to being here and used to being a fucktoy to some degree. But being injected with contraception while I was unconscious, it slammed home my true predicament. I was not sure who I was or where I fitted in this world.

The next two days were the same addictive blend of sex, idyllic eating of chef-prepared meals and picnic foods, and swims under a morning sun, walks over the island tracks, and whatever else struck us as worth doing. It couldn’t continue the same. There was an edge to this contained world, something sinister nibbling at its edges. No matter how many orgasms they gave me, something was eventually going to snap.

I’d sneaked the finger bone to Cassius when we showered and dressed, and when I stood waving off the helicopter bearing the doctor and Cassius, I could only wonder if that small object would reveal anything about the doctor. Digging up all the bodies and sampling them would have a better chance of showing something significant, if he were a serial killer of lost girls.

I couldn’t do that, but I did have other ideas. I liked being in this kinky triad, whether there were love involved or not. The kink and the amount of care they’d shown was enough, for now.

However, for the future to work, I needed more. More security. More assurances. More to do with my life than spread my legs. And I definitely needed more facts about the doctor.

The library?

The fallen tower?

Both of those called to me.

“Where can I go while the doctor is away, Inigo?” The five current staff had all come to this regular farewell event. Inigo seemed to be the most hardworking, or perhaps he was doing overtime due to Roland’s wedding?

“He told me to tell you everywhere is open to you, except for the Inner Sanctum of the library and any rooms with locked doors.”

“Gotcha.” Which put the library at the top of my possible to-do list. “Don’t you ever roster off?”

“Not this time. You won’t make me work too hard, I suppose? One of us will go with you if you plan to swim. For all other explorations on the island, Miss Charity, you may go alone if you wish to, but we have an emergency pendant you must wear.” From his pocket he removed a glossy and colorful, blue octopus pendant. At the top was a button. “Press here to summon us.”

“Sure.” I took it, pocketed it in my denim shorts, and vowed to never use it unless the sky was falling. Was there a trick to this? Leaving me utterly alone was a recipe for me to do something thoroughly wrong.

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