Between both guards, they were carrying me towards Dr. Garnett’s office, Dahlia and Mia leading the way. Once inside the office, the guards set me on the floor while Mia rushed over to Dr. Garnett’s side.
“Go fetch Cleary.” Dr. Garnett commanded the guards. They left running. “A whole 7 minutes, that must be a new record!” She spoke to me.
My glare stared daggers into her face.
“Looks like your 24 hours of immunity were cut short when you decided to escape. I’m glad you took my offer to do so.”
I gulped.
“Nobody has ever come close to stabbing me before, and now look at you. You thought you had the power when you got the upper hand, but here you are, a whimpering mess on the floor.” She was so proud of the events.
The door opened and a pair of heels clacked our way. Nurse Cleary stepped over me to get to Dr. Garnett, but stopped to look down at me and smirk, then turned on her heels to tend to Dr. Garnett’s wound.
“Hmm, a bit further in and she might’ve just nicked your femoral artery. She got it pretty far in.” Nurse Cleary stated in disapproval.
“Yes, I know. I was surprised, too.”
“You know I’m going to have to stitch it up, right?”
“Yes, that’s why I called you. I’d have done it myself, but she hit my right arm pretty hard with the microscope.”
Nurse Cleary looked at Dr. Garnett’s right arm and saw the bruises. She frowned.
“At least she didn’t break anything, but it hurts enough so that I can’t do any fine movements at the moment.” Dr. Garnett told Nurse Cleary.
I moved a bit to my side and started coughing. I spit out blood onto the floor.
“Shut her up! And make sure she stays on her side so that she doesn’t choke on her own blood.” Nurse Cleary furiously commanded Dahlia.
Dahlia made sure to shift my weight on my side and told me that if I made any other sound, she was just going to inflict more pain. A silent tear ran across the bridge of my nose and onto the floor.
After Nurse Cleary had finished stitching Dr. Garnett, she turned her attention to me. A sickly-sweet smile spread across her lips.
“I did tell you yesterday that that was going to be the best I would ever get to see you again, pretty girl.” Nurse Cleary grinned sadistically.
Nurse Cleary told Dahlia to grab my shoulders, while Mia grabbed my legs. Mia came over from Dr. Garnett’s side and pulled my legs towards her so that I couldn’t guard my stomach.
Nurse Cleary lifted my shirt and inspected my midsection. She put her hands on my stomach and my back and pushed inwards. I flinched in pain every time she applied pressure. She did it about three more times in various sections of my belly.
“Good news is that there is no internal bleeding and no broken ribs, just a lot of pain and a beautiful kaleidoscope of bruises.” She smirked while looking directly at my eyes. “Sit her up.” She told Dahlia and Mia.
They both sat me up, and I felt Nurse Cleary pinch the bridge of my nose while putting a hand on my head and pushing down. I squealed in pain and tried to back away, but Dahlia put her knee against my back, a hand on my shoulder and the other hand on the back of my neck to help Nurse Cleary push my head down.
“This is to stop the nosebleed.”
Once the bleeding stopped, Nurse Cleary took out some cleaning wipes from the bag she had brought in and carelessly wiped the blood from my face. I pulled back, but she gripped my hair tighter and rubbed the wipe harder against my face.
Nurse Cleary pushed my head back to make sure no more blood was coming out of my nose.
“All right, she’s done.” Nurse Cleary turned to Dr. Garnett.
“Perfect, then bathe her, prep her, and take her to my room. Don’t take any chances with her. Use the bath that’s on my floor.” Dr. Garnett told Dahlia and Mia.
The guards grabbed a hold of me once again and lifted me up between them. Everybody except Nurse Cleary headed to the elevator.
When the elevator doors opened, Dr. Garnett headed to her bedroom, but the guards, Dahlia, Mia, and me stopped at a door just before Dr. Garnett’s room.
Inside there was a big bathtub, a shower, and a regular toilet with a sink. Mia ran the water in the bathtub. Once it was full, Dahlia turned to the guards, “All right, we’ll take it from here. You’re dismissed.”
The guards turned on their heels and walked out.
“So, Dahlia, do you think her clothes are salvageable or are they too stained?” Mia laughed at her own sarcastic comment.
“Trash ’em.”
Mia got close to me and unsheathed her knife. I couldn’t move since my legs were tied close together and Dahlia was holding me up from behind.
Mia cut away my clothes and threw them in a pile in the corner. I can’t even try to cover myself.
Completely naked, yet again.
Mia got into a squatting position to grab my legs and lift. I winced in pain at the movement. Then, they both walked to the bathtub and dumped me inside.
I started screaming and thrashing, the water was freezing!
“Ah, no. You stay inside and take it. We have to get you clean.” Dahlia held me down.
“It-it’s f-f-freezing! P-p-please!” I begged for their mercy.
Mia laughed. “Yeah, I know. Think of it as part of your punishment for trying to escape and fighting us.”
I fucking hate the cold. I’m used to the tropical heat, but ever since I moved to Virginia to study my Bachelor’s, I have hated the winters. At least I don’t live further up north.
It’s a damn fact that even in the sweltering summer, tap water is ridiculously cold, in the winter, impossible to handle.
I kept trying to squirm my way out, but with my hands tied behind my back and my ankles tied tightly together, I couldn’t get any leverage to stand. The most I could do at this point was keep my head above the water.
Mia walked around to the other side of the bathtub, opposite Dahlia, then they both grabbed a bar of soap and began scrubbing my body from opposite sides of each other.
Dahlia undid the collar and took off the gauze around my neck. Mia made sure to clean the cuts and bruises on my face and neck.
“Jesus! Stay still and let us finish!” Dahlia screamed at me. She hit the back of my head where it had been hit the night before. I sprang forward following the pain.
I was shaking violently. My teeth were chattering, and I couldn’t help it. The pain from being kicked was not helping every time I moved.
“It-it’s t-t-t-too c-c-cold! I c-c-c-can’t, I’m s-s-sorry!” I was leaning forward with my head down.
“Oh, I know. I can see that.” Dahlia leered at my chest. Heat instantly rushed to the tip of my ears.
Suddenly, her hand was cupping my breast, kneading the soft skin. Her thumb flicked over my nipple, making it more erect at the contact.
Mia did the same thing with the other breast, and I was hating every minute of it because I couldn’t hide my embarrassed face.
As both fondled my breasts, Mia began trailing her hand down my abdomen until she burrowed her way in between my thighs.
I shot up at the contact.
“We’ve got to make sure to clean you up thoroughly for Mistress.” Mia giggled.
As much as I tried to force my thighs closed, Dahlia was forcibly holding them open as far as they would go.
Mia worked the lather in between my folds. Going tauntingly slow up and down my slit, applying pressure at my entrance, but never actually entering. She began circling my clit with her thumb, and I bit down on my lip to stop myself from making any noise.
I’m not going to lie, it felt good, great actually, but I didn’t want it. I’ve never actually touched myself before, so this was treading through new waters for me. Yes, I’ve masturbated before, but it was by basically humping against a pillow or the sheets, I had never wanted to explore my sexuality by touching anything. Now, the fact that I was trembling all over made it so that I was unintentionally getting more friction from her.
“Mia, stop! You know we’re not supposed to be touching her like this yet, at least not before Mistress.” Dahlia chided.
Mia abruptly pulled her hand away from my center, and I let out an involuntary groan. I was panting heavily by the time she retracted from me. Why was I reacting this way?
“Looks like you’re going to be a good slut.” Mia was holding her hand above water, covered in my juices. I clenched my eyes shut and tried to bury my face in my chest. “Mistress is sure to enjoy you soon.”
When they both finished, Mia drained the tub and cut the zip tie around my ankles with her knife. Dahlia helped me get out of the frigid bathtub and dried me off with a towel. I was hunched over, shivering at how cold I still felt. I couldn’t warm my hands, my arms, nor cover myself.
This time, I wasn’t given any clothes to wear. Dahlia only dabbed some antibiotic on my neck and covered it with gauze, then locked the collar back in place. She clipped a leash to the collar and tugged to follow her.
I don’t know if it was because I was cold, what had happened with Mia plus what she had said to me, coupled with the fact that Dr. Garnett said I had effectively cut my immunity hours short, but my anxiety was at an all-time high. I stood frozen in that bathroom, unwilling to move forward.
Dahlia pulled even harder on the leash, making it painfully tighten around my neck, the prongs digging in, but I didn’t care, I wasn’t moving. I was shaking and on the verge of hyperventilating, so Mia forcefully pushed me from behind. I fell forward. My chest took the brunt of the force, but I also landed on the right side of my face. I don’t know if it’s because I’m right-handed, but it was instinctive, I had forgotten that that’s the side that is also hurt. Great.
“You know what, let’s just do it now, Dahlia.” Mia placed one foot on either side of me and sat on my back, holding up my bounded hands. I tried to wiggle myself free and lift my back, but she was too heavy for me.
She then pulled one finger apart from the rest. What were they going to do?! By this point, I was thrashing full force under Mia, ignoring the pain from all the bruises to my midsection.
“What are you doing? Please stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I begged. I don’t want my fingers broken.
“Just stay still, this is the only thing that we’ll do to you that won’t actually hurt unless you want to then by all means keep moving.” Dahlia exclaimed exasperated. She then grabbed the tip of my finger and clipped my nail as short as it could go.
Seriously? Were my nails that dangerous? Heh, they deserved it. Well, at least I can grow them back. Phew, I thought they were actually going to break my fingers.
Once they had finished clipping all ten nails, they stood me back up. They didn’t even give me time to process my emotions because Mia had unsheathed her knife and was poking it in my back so that I would move forward to where Dahlia was leading me.
I followed Dahlia out of the bathroom and into Dr. Garnett’s room.