Page 41 of The Caged Girl

My heart shattered, remembering those very words were said to me by Dr. Ian Ivory late at night in my bedroom back at the Ivory estate.

“Who…are…you?” I cried as he continued to assault me.

He rolled back on his stool. “Dr. Davenport. You may not remember me, darling Demi, but do I remember you. I purchased a product from your former boss…my beautiful wife. But then she became defected, so I brought her here, hoping Alister Ivory could repair what his brother had wronged me with.

“Apparently, my beautiful wife, Daisy, is back to training and learning how to please. I thought I wanted an obedient virgin wife, but now I’m realizing I may need a bit more of a whore.”

He stood and continued to lick his fingers. “Alister assured me that if they couldn’t fix her, I’d be able to have a replacement with anyone I want.” Crossing his arms, he smiled at me. “The Ivory lifelong guarantee carries between families, too. Aren’t they just the best, Mrs. Ivory?” Winking at me, he turned and left. Dr. Davenport’s wicked laughter echoed as I laid on the cold steel exam table, half-dead.

“Now it’s time to perform our surgical procedure. It’s lovingly referred to as the husband’s stitch, in which we add an extra stitch post childbirth to tighten the vagina. Especially with your upcoming nuptials, we need to make sure you’re perfectly tight.” Dr Davenport snickered.

I wanted to scream for help, but whatever they injected me with was causing my entire body to grow weaker by the minute.

“I haven’t…had a child.”

“Oh, I know, sweetheart. But you’re a dirty whore who has had sex before, and we need to make you a virgin again.”

I wanted to die.

Perhaps, I was already dead, and this was my afterlife.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

“Demi,you need a shower and have Kandi do your makeup and hair. You look terrible,” Marcie said as she brushed her long blonde hair and I laid in my bed.

“Marcie, do you know where Jamie is?” I was staring at the ceiling, trying to not replay what Dr. Davenport had done to me a mere few hours ago. I was in agonizing pain, even though they injected me with a cocktail of pain medications and slathered numbing cream all over my vagina.

“I don’t know. I think she left the resort and went back home.”

“Yeah, because that’s a likely explanation.” I rolled my eyes, knowing Marcie was just lying to me so I would let it go. “Marcie, can I ask you how you really ended up here?”

Marcie stopped brushing her hair and put the gold vintage hair brushes down neatly on her vanity.

“I found myself like most of the girls here, Demi. No one loved me, no one cared where I was, and now here, someone must know where I always am. I have a home. I have a job and a place that is my own.”

“I miss my sister.” I wiped the tear rolling down my face. “All this time I thought I had killed her, but she was here. How… Did you know her?” I pushed myself upward in bed and looked at Marcie. She was sitting in nothing but a white lace bra and matching lace shorts.

Marcie spun around in her chair. “Isn’t she the reason you were led to the Ivory estate in Charlotte? Didn’t she betray you?” Standing, she pulled a white dress over her body. “Demi, stop being pathetic and just live your life.”

“You need to go back to Mrs. Rothschild today; she’s been asking too many questions about her husband. She gets to go to the store today, and that will help distract her from the massive mishap we’ve had with her dumbass husband. The store and Life Center are on the tenth floor. Make sure to use your badge and have Mrs. Rothschild bring her documents.”

I nodded but was barely listening to the rest of what Marcie was talking about. “What happened to him? What happened to her husband?” I brushed my hand across my neck, remembering our interaction.

“Didn’t he almost choke you to death and try to rape you?” Marcie flicked her eyes over at me.

Nodding, I slid out of bed and sat at my own small vanity. I did look like a wreck.

“Do you think Alister Ivory liked that?” she asked me.

I shrugged. “He made him have sex with a dead woman.”

“He has still yet to pay the price of touching what is Alister’s.”

“What is his?”

Marcie flicked her hair over her shoulder. “You.”

My breathing hitched. I knew he took a special interest in me.

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