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“This is going to bevery quick, I promise.” The doctor had a fake smile pasted on his face as he gave his assurance. Fake, not because he didn’t mean it. He did. He had been doing this for years for Manolito Chavez, and his surgical prowess was the only reason he was still alive.
The girl on the stretcher didn’t speak, didn’t even blink or plead for help with her eyes. Her strength moved him, making the doctor hang on to his smile harder. He mustn’t show pity or empathy for this girl. It would only make Manolito want to hurt her more.
MJ laid on the stretcher, still as a corpse and wishing it was so. The operating lights above her looked like bright white stars. She wished they would die. They made it so easy for everyone to see her naked body.
Her stomach turned upside down when the doctor glanced behind him for approval. She should have known he was here.
Hesaid, “No anesthesia, Doctor.”
At those words, Panic appeared at the edge of the doorway, smiling her crazy smile.
“Of course, of course.”
The doctor went to the foot of the bed, and MJ didn’t even think of resisting as he parted her legs wide. She told herself she was ready for everything, told herself she wouldn’t let this break her, but then she saw the doctor’s eyes.
In his eyes, she caught a glimpse of the pain, the sheer, awful pain of recreating a woman’s unique gift, only so a monster likehimcould violate it.
That was when she started to struggle, but by then it was too late.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.
Metal cuffs closed on her wrists and ankles, her legs forced apart in a wide, wide V.
The doctor’s hands disappeared.
And then she was being “repaired”, the pain of it making impossible for her to even cry or scream.
When MJ resurfaced, the doctor was washing his bloody hands next to her in a basin. “Three months is still the usual,” the doctor murmured. “If you want her to feel it fully, you have to wait for three months.”
“She won’t bleed before that?”
The doctor caught MJ’s lashes slightly fluttering. When their gazes met, there seemed to be an unconscious plea in the blankness of her gaze. For the first time since his captivity, he found himself lying, “No. It would be as if my surgery didn’t even happen. If you want her to bleed like it’s her first time, you have to wait three whole months.”
MJ’s lashes fluttered close.
The doctor had given her three whole months.
Three whole months for Helios to save her.
Please, please, please let it be enough.
